Sunday, May 23, 2010

Cold

I starred at the awaiting aircraft in front of me. Dreading the next hour and a half. I could only imagine what was being said. Three cold showers later, and I still couldn’t shake the heat from my crotch. I wasn’t horny, per se, but I wanted to fuck her last night. I needed to fuck her last night. I just needed to be . . . oh fuck, I don’t even know. We made out like two high school students. Trying to get as much tongue action as possible before the parents came in to ruin the fun. I kissed her and squeezed her ass on her doorsteps, but she shut me down. She’s got me wrapped around her finger with her body, and I don’t want to be. I should be on the prowl, not bitching about not sleeping with her.

“What are we starring at?” I jumped at the sound of Talbot’s voice. I glanced over to see he was standing next to me, starring at the same spot my eyes were previously fixated on.

“Nothing, just spaced out,” I grumbled as I quickly headed for the stairs. Talbot was right behind me as we walked on to the plane and made our way to our seats. I sat alone on flights, not because I was one of those guys that needed space, that’s just how it always worked out for me. I was perfectly okay with it too. I tossed my bag into the window seat and slid my way into the aisle one. So far it was business as usual on the plane, but when my eyes scanned over the cabin I realized Billy wasn’t even here yet.

My confidence that was slowly building back up came crashing down when he walked on the plane and stopped just in front of me. “Well you look exhausted," he whipped his head around as he put extra emphasis on the last word. “She must have changed her mind.”

I didn’t say anything to him, I just glared at him. His demeanor quickly changed. “Oh man, that sucks.” He kept his face serious until he walked past me and I hear his chuckles. My head dropped down and I knew this was going to be a long flight.

Once we were safely in the air, I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around to see a grinning Maxime Talbot. Fuck, it’s already begun. “What?”

“Is it true? Her boobs? They’re big?”

“Talbot, you’ve seen her.”

“Doesn’t mean I remember her,” he stated blankly like this was a common occurrence with him. I rolled my eyes and turned in my chair to sit looking forward once again.

“Come on Addsy. Guerin is chalking this girl up to be a solid eight.” I got up from my seat and headed to where everyone was crowded around Billy.

“Okay enough, I don’t want you talking about her to the guys.”

“Why?” Billy asked with a shit-eating grin. “Is she more than just a lay Addsy? Because if she is, I’ll back off right now.”

I knew what he was doing, and he was far from the truth. “She’s not even a lay anymore Billy, you were there.” Wide eyes turned to me and I realized my misstep.

“You’re not sleeping with her? But, I thought-“ Talbot asked looking around to see if anyone knew what was going on.

“I was. I am. No. Fuck this. I don’t have to answer anything,” I grumbled before turning to leave but I caught the look on Billy’s face.

“Admit it Addsy, if you admit it, I’ll drop the subject.”

“Admit what? That I like the girl? That I’m constantly thinking about her? That she makes me fucking insane; because of her I’ve been able to pick up on the smallest fucking things. Like if my napkin is straight or if Carcillo is going to go for my head or my knees? What do you want me to admit? Since I’ve met her I feel like somewhere in my brain things are clicking like they haven’t before?”

A dozen or so pairs of eyes looked back at me in shock.

“Oh fuck. I like the crazy.” Realization hit me hard. Harder than what I would have liked. Do I really spend my free time thinking about her? Yeah, I guess I do. It feels like everything in my non-hockey life revolves around her. How though? How did this happen?





Was it a fair match up? Some would say no, but I know how to carry my own. Lucic was just a pest all night, and I was the one he decided to cross check, and I was the only one to forget about the puck and go right back at him. He landed a punch and I went down. Didn’t complete knock me out though, I lazily got to my feet and threw one punch to his chin before I collapsed again. It was then I woke up in the locker room.

“Fucking Christ Adams, how did you manage to land a punch before blacking out?” I looked up at Chris as he pulled away the smelling salts from my nose.

“That’s just how I do,” I chuckled as I sat up on the table and felt the headache begin behind my right eye.

“Cocky bastard,” he laughed before he tossed me a bag of ice and I held it to my eye. It was going to be a long night that was for sure. I heard the loud buzzer outside of the locker room indicating the game was over, and we were heading home with another W on our schedule.

“How you feeling Addsy?” Gogo asked as he walked in to grab some ice of his own.

“Headache, could go for a beer, the usual. Good job tonight, final score end up four to two?”

“Nope, your little tiff with Lucic somehow, someway, I have no fucking clue, caused Boston to fall apart. We scored three goals in the last four minutes. So first round of beers are on Godard tonight, it’s his turn.” I nodded my head. It sounded like a good plan to me. An excellent plan actually.



Just as planned, Godard got the first round of beers at the hotel bar. I held the cold bottle to my eye and couldn’t help but let my mind wander to her. Her breasts, her thighs, her skin pressed against mine as we had sex. I thought about how perfect of a woman she could be, if she just kept her mouth shut. “What troubles you?” Talbot asked as he hopped on the bar stool next to me.

“Nothing you can help me with,” I laughed as I pulled the beer away from my face and took a long pull.

“Oh come on Craig, no teasing, no bullshit, lay it on me.”

I glanced over at him and could tell he was being serious. Even then though, Talbot has no real advice on relationships. What was he going to say? ‘What’s wrong with a casual fuck?’ ‘Just go for it!’ That wasn’t what I was looking for; I was in a situation I just didn’t want to be in, at all. “I can’t stop thinking about her, and I don’t want to be thinking about her.”

“What’s so wrong about her?”

"She drives me absolutely crazy in a bad, bad way."

“Would it be that hard to just keep your utensils in order?” He laughed before he saw my glare. “Seriously though, on a person level, do you know her?”

I thought about it, I knew she was an author, I knew she smoked that strawberry crap, that she dressed like she was in the 80’s. Other than that, I didn’t know her at all. What I already knew though was tearing me apart, did I really want to know more? “Mon ami, you got it bad. Don’t let her get away.”

I glanced over at Talbot and could see the distant look in his eyes. He’d been down this road before. He lost a girl before. I wouldn’t dare ask about it though. Knowing Talbot, he’d laugh and then threaten my life. “So do I talk to her?”

“You get to know her, find out if this is a fluke or if it’s for real. It’ll save you a lot of time in the end.” I looked at Talbot and smiled my gratitude at him. He wasn’t a complete bonehead after all. “You might wanna wait until that eye of yours is more presentable though. It’s kind of ugly. Well I mean you’re ugly to begin with, that just doesn’t help.”

“Thanks Talbot, I’ll pick up some makeup.”





Once back in Pittsburgh, I pulled my truck into my driveway and sat there, starring at her front door. I glanced down at the Barnes and Nobel bag on the passenger seat, filled with her books. What was I supposed to say? I wanted to see her, I wanted to feel her. Do I just knock on the door and say ”Hi, can I hold your titties while you tell me about your life?” I highly doubt that would go over well. I opened my truck door and got out. I glanced in the side view mirror and laughed at the black, swollen skin below my right eye.

Before I could even figure out what the hell I was doing, her door opened and she smiled at me. That smile quickly disappeared though. “What happened to you? Walk into a poll?” She grabbed onto my hand and dragged me inside of her home, straight to the kitchen. It was the first time I had been inside of her place. It was eclectic. I wasn’t expecting that, but then again, I didn’t know her, so I shouldn’t have expected anything. She pulled out a zip lock bag from a drawer and quickly filled it with ice, handing it to me once she sealed it. We sat down at her kitchen table and I took my time looking around. Bright colors, artifacts, just life. Life I didn’t know.

“So, are you going to tell me what happened?”

I looked at her and her hands were clasped together in front of her on the table. Her upper arms pushed her breasts together, and her low cut top showed off her deep cleavage. I brought my eyesight back up to her eyes and covered my right eye with the ice. “I play hockey. I got punched.”

“That is so barbaric, throwing punches, black eyes. I don’t know how you can do it.”

“Well you should see the other guy,” I smiled at her. Sure I was the one that took the beating, but she didn’t know anything about hockey, it wasn’t like she actually saw the fight.

“He didn’t end up on his ass though,” she stated like I was a complete idiot. Like I wasn’t there. I was confused. Did she . . .? No.

“You watched the game?”

“I was bored, it was on. I was in- oh that doesn’t matter. I saw the fight. You made him bleed though. That was gross.”

“So why did you ask how I got the black eye, if you already knew?”

She shrugged her shoulders, which only pushed her breasts out further towards me. “I guess I was just curious as to what you would say. How does it feel? Your eyeball?”

My eyeball. She asked about my eyeball. “My eyeball is okay, I can still see you flaunting your breasts in front of me, just asking me to pin you down on this table right now.” Her eyes widened and she pulled her arms off the table, leaning back into her chair. Her breasts going back into place under her shirt. “Nothing you can do now, the image is still in my head.”

“Well then get it out.”

“I like you.”

She laughed at my confession. Not exactly how I wanted her to react, but then again, I shouldn’t expect anything of her. “No you don’t, you can’t stand me. Now you’re just pissed cause I don’t want to have sex with you anymore, so you’re trying to get in emotionally. I’m not stupid Craig, I know what you’re doing.”

I starred back at her dumbfounded. She had no fucking clue what she did to me, and I had a feeling she could care less as well. I pulled the ice away from my eye and looked at her. Looked in her eyes, trying to see in her brain. There was nothing there, absolutely nothing. So this is what it felt like to be rejected. This really fucking sucks.

6 comments:

  1. awwwes:(
    he actually does like her!

    duuude, this better work out...cause she's being a douch about it >.<

    good update !:)

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  2. Poor Craig...
    She watched him* How cute is that?!

    Great update, I love that MAx was the one giving him the relationship advice* So not who you'd expect it from!

    You brightened my day with this, even though she's being a goober!!
    Oh, and I loved this part the best:
    My eyeball. She asked about my eyeball. “My eyeball is okay, I can still see you flaunting your breasts in front of me, just asking me to pin you down on this table right now.” Her eyes widened and she pulled her arms off the table, leaning back into her chair. Her breasts going back into place under her shirt. “Nothing you can do now, the image is still in my head.”

    “Well then get it out.”

    “I like you.”


    Seriously my favorite, until she kind of shot him down... bummer!

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  3. So funny, Mr. Harvard is letting his little head lead him around. And now he's going to read all her books, in hopes of getting back into her pants. Well, there's no predicting what Madison will do, so we'll just have to hang on for the ride.

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  4. Billy G is pretty good at getting at the truth. Craig has it bad for her. He might have put it a little nicer.
    “Oh fuck. I like the crazy.”
    I like that he bought her books to read. That should give him some insight. Maybe? I do love his other idea.
    Do I just knock on the door and say ”Hi, can I hold your titties while you tell me about your life?”

    But don't worry Craig she likes you too. She watched your game.
    “I was bored, it was on. I was in- oh that doesn’t matter. I saw the fight. You made him bleed though. That was gross.”
    It was on? Magically? Like she had nothing to do with turning it on.
    Plus she was waiting for you at her door. Invited you in and took care of you.

    I can see why she might not buy the I like you line, since you lead with
    “My eyeball is okay, I can still see you flaunting your breasts in front of me, just asking me to pin you down on this table right now.”

    I just love the two of them!

    Thanks I needed the laughs.

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  5. "Oh fuck. I like the crazy.”
    ^^LMFAO yessss! I'm so glad he finally admitted that he likes her. It took him long enough! I can't believe he's actually going to try and get to her emotionally. That's actually pretty sweet on his part...if she doesn't shut him down next time :P

    Oh and I loved that Max was giving the advice this time. Very, very cute(: So was the fact that Madison watched Craig's game.

    Lovely update, my dear.

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  6. I saw that you became a follower of my story... THANK YOU, you are possibly the greatest person in the world for that! In turn, I'm now going to read your story from start to current chapter. Thanks again!

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