The Hockey Life - A Patrick Kane Fanfic

Part Eighty - Paranoid

PART EIGHTY: PARANOID

Patrick’s POV

The United Center was amazing place. The energy inside it when it was filled with fans was crazy, but I loved it. It got my adrenaline pumping before the first home game of the season against my hometown team began. Even with the recent events that had happened and the tension between some of us (mostly Dylan and I), I still felt great. There was something about home ice that always made me extremely focused and very happy to be a hockey player. It made me feel like we couldn’t lose, even more so than familiar ice outside of Chicago. This game was no different.

I swear the fans got louder and louder every year. Other than Stanley Cup Final games, the first home game of the year was always the most rowdy one, with everyone feeling hockey-deprived. The shouts were great to hear though, and so was the sight of everyone jumping to their feet when we scored. I was lucky enough to have them stand up for me in the second period, and it felt great.

Post game was pretty amazing, too. Not because of the interviews and the media, but because of Lena. She had been to Victoria’s Secret lately, and she modeled her new purchases under my jersey and a tight pair of jeans (not that they stayed on for long). I swear she had become way more interested in intimacy lately, and I couldn’t help but imagine how fantastic our honeymoon would be. I guess her height in interest affected me too, even at practice sometimes. Luckily, with all the gear I had to wear, nobody could tell. But Johnny knew, because I was dumb and I told him pretty much everything. I paid for it, too.

“You seemed a little distracted at practice today,” he said as we began to change back into normal clothes in the locker room one morning.

“Oh, shut up,” I replied, annoyed. He had found a comment to make almost every day.

“Hey, I’m just saying!” he laughed.

“Why’s Kaner distracted?” Brandon Saad asked, joining in on the conversation. Oh, great.

“He keeps forgetting he’s not a teenage boy so he daydreams about Lena when he should be focusing on hockey,” Tazer announced.

“I do not daydream!” I retorted, rolling my eyes at my teammates who were laughing at me.

“Whatever, Peeks. If lying makes you feel better, then go ahead and tell yourself that,” Shawzy joined in.

“Screw you guys,” I said, flipping them off with a smile on my face as I left the room. I saw Lena once I was out.

“What’s got you smiling?” she wondered.

“Nothing, the guys are just being idiots,” I told her.

“You say that every day.”

“Well, it’s what they do best. You think they’re professional hockey players, but they’re actually just professional idiots in skates,” I decided.

Dylan’s POV

I left the locker room after Patrick, trailing behind him and Lena as I headed to my car. I was so thankful that I didn't have to interact with him much during games. I never had been before, but now I was honestly a little terrified of him. He wasn’t one to fight, but with me, it was a different story. He wasn’t going to let my mistake with Lena go. But as hard as it was to be around him at practice every day, it was worse when I ran into Lena. She wouldn’t talk to me. I had almost tried to confront her a couple times, but I could see in her eyes that she didn’t want anything to do with me, and that hurt so bad. I wanted to make things right, but I couldn’t. Obviously, nothing would ever be the same, but I was hopeful that I could at least get her to talk to me again, and forgive me for what I did. So far, things weren’t working out in my favor.