Opal's Boy

Chapter 4

When I got to his house, I knocked on his door as hard as I could.

Jonathan opened it.

"Hey Jonny. Is Patrick here?" I asked as I looked behind him.

"He's in the shower, come on in."

I walked past him and straight to Patrick's bedroom.

I busted in his bathroom and ripped open his shower curtain. He yelled and started laughing when he realized it was me.

"Patrick what the fuck?!" I yelled.

"What's going on Ope?" He asked as he rinsed the shampoo from his hair.

"How could you literally come in my room when Sidney was in there and tell him to stop?!" I said.

"Opal, I wasn't gonna let you do something unconsciously that you might regret," he told me.

"That's none of your fucking business, Patrick!" I yelled.

"It is my fucking business Opal! I didn't trust him alone with you when you were drunk! I'm not gonna let you get hurt, okay?" He yelled, taking me by surprise.

"Do I run into your room when you're shitfaced? Do I? No, because I trust you, and I know you're old enough to handle yourself. Don't treat me like that Patrick! I'm twenty three years old!" I yelled.

He turned the shower off and grabbed a towel.

"Opal you're not even hearing yourself! I was trying to protect you and you come at me like this?" He asked as he stood in front of me.

"I don't need you to protect me Patrick! I can handle myself!" I said loudly as tears started falling down.

He tried to hug me but I backed up.

"I can handle myself," I said, reassuring my own conscious more than anything.

"Stop being so damn stubborn, Ope."

He pulled me into him and I started crying harder than I'd intended.

"It's okay Opal. I never meant to make you feel like this and I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

He stroked my hair and let me cry into his wet chest.

I soon pulled away and he wiped my hair from my face.

"You good?" He asked.

I nodded.

"Listen, if you want me to stay out of your love life, I will. I respect you enough to do that," he told me.

I shook my head and wiped my eyes.

"No, it's okay. I just got mad because I haven't had a guy since I moved to Chicago and I thought you ruined it for me," I said.

"Bullshit Ope. It's all in your head. You're a fucking dime," he laughed.

So why don't you date me?

I laughed and pushed him gently.

He kissed my cheek and led me to his front door.

"You sure you're okay? I could spend the night with you if you want."

As much as I wanted him to, I shook my head.

"You live closer to the rink and I want you to get as much sleep as possible," I told him.

"You're sweet. Text me when you get home, all right? Be careful, Ope."

"Night blondie. Do good tomorrow."

He gave me one last hug and I was on my way.