icebreaker | nolan patrick

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Fiona
Temple University, Philadelphia

I sat on my dorm room floor, flat ironing my hair for the frat party that was creeping up on me. I still have no idea what I'm going to wear tonight and Maddie wants to leave in 15 minutes.

"Should I go for a classy or sexy look?" I asked my roommate, Maddie, as she did her makeup.

"I'm going with classy just cause it's our first party and I don't want to be known as the girl who had her ass cheeks hanging out for the rest of the semester," She said, applying eyeliner to her waterline.

I nodded and went to my closet, choosing a pale pink romper and some gladiator sandals. I slid on a few golden bangle bracelets and put on a pair of hoop earrings.

"I hear there will be hockey players there tonight," Maddie says, fiddling with her dark brown hair.

"Oh, yeah? Where did you hear that?" I ask, wondering if it's me bullshit rumor someone made up to get girls to attend or not.

"Ash told me her boyfriend, the goalie for the Flyers, is bringing some friends. She says he claims it's so that she doesn't get hurt at the party but she doesn't believe him," Maddie explains as I grab my phone and we head out the door.

"I hope she's right, hockey players might be the sexiest men alive, not gonna lie," I laugh, opening the door of the dorm and groaning at the freezing air of October in Pennsylvania.

We walk across campus and enter the party, my eyes scanning the room to see Lindsay and Katie, my friends from high school.

"Guys! There are like 5 flyers players here and they're hot!" Lindsay says just as Ashley approaches her.

We all say hello to Ash as an arm snakes around her waist, she blushes and as she introduces us, 3 other muscular boys step in behind her.

"Guys, this is- well you know Carter- but these are his teammates, Travis, Taylor and Nolan. Boys, these are my friends Maddie, Fiona, Lindsay and Katie." Ashley says, all of the boys nodding their heads while scanning across us.

I was surprisingly calm, taking into consideration that I've followed the flyers since the womb and I've seen these guys play a dozen times at the Wells Fargo Center. Taylor was cute, so was Nolan.

Maddie and I decide to get drinks, I grab a bud lime and she opts to take shot. I've never been a huge drinker but I do have my off days where all I want is to get wasted. I open my beer and turn around, bumping into a firm chest, looking up to none other than Nolan Patrick, followed by Travis and Taylor.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry," I said, noticing that I spilled some beer in his black shirt.

His blue eyes looked down on me, I felt intimidated. I wasn't short coming in at 5 foot 7, but he had to be at least 6 foot.

"Don't worry about, but where did you find that?" he asked, pointing to drink.

He followed me to the cooler where there were at least two dozen more of them, popping the cap off and throwing it away.

"Fiona, right?" he asks quietly with furrowed brows. He licks his lips before downing some of his beer.

"That's me," I grin, "and you're Nolan Patrick?"