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The three of them start talking about last night and how Blake having bruises for his draft night is unacceptable.
I just listen to everything they have to say, not contributing whatsoever as I put way too much concentration on my cereal.
As they talk about the fight, all I can think is that I have to find a way to mend my broken heart when it shouldn’t be broken in the first place.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
BLAKE
With the firstselection of the second round of the NHL draft, the Chicago Dark Knights are proud to select, Blake Jacobi.
Those words still ring high in my mind even though I heard them almost a month ago. Never did I think that I was going to hear those words and yet, I did and I still can’t wrap my head around it.
Chicago. I was drafted into the NHL by the Chicago Dark Knights. Holy crap.
Earlier this year, when I submitted the necessary paperwork to enter the draft, I had decided that I wouldn’t be flying to wherever the draft was being held. This year’s was in Nashville and I didn’t see the point in flying all the way over there with my family, all so that I wouldn’t get picked. More so because I knew I wasn’t going in the first round.
So I decided to watch from home and give the NHL four numbers. Mine, my mom’s, my brother’s, and Isaac.
If I didn’t answer, I would have rather heard the news from one of them.
Me, my family, Sophia, and her parents and few of my coaches and teammates all gathered at my mom’s house for the two-day event. Because I knew I wasn’t going in the first round, nerves weren’t running high during day one. Day two was tough, though, I’m not going to lie. Before round two even started, I had already puked three times, locking myself in the bathroom.
The only person that was brave enough go in there with me while I emptied out my stomach, was Sophia. She came into the small, cramped room and sat on the floor with me, my head on her lap and she brushed my hair back in such a calming way.
I fucking loved her for it. Especially since our night together was still fresh. I saw the hurt in her eyes when I suggested that we do nothing when it came to our night together, but I pushed it down so that I wouldn’t ruin our friendship even more.
Being close to her in the bathroom like that, felt good and it helped bringing down my nerves.
When it was time, Hunter came to get us and we sat in front of the TV patiently waiting for round two to start.
I had a feeling that the Knights were going to draft me. My meeting with them had gone well and my agent was optimistic, so was Sophia’s dad. Chicago was my dream team, and I would have been bummed if I was picked by someone else. But I didn’t want to get my hopes up. Chicago had the first pick in the second round, but things could have gone in so many damn directions.
My mind goes back to that day.
“Who has the first pick this round?” Selena asks from where she was sitting on Hunter’s lap. I was sitting on the floor with Jainie and Sophia on either side of me, while our parents sat behind us on the couch.
“Chicago,” Me, Sophia, mom, and Isaac answer her at the same time.
My brother’s girlfriend looks over at me and gives me a smile. One that is small, but warm and reassuring. “Is this what you’ve been waiting for?” she asks.
I don’t give her any words, I just nod my answer.
“Okay, then. Let’s hope that Chicago has their shit together,” she says, causing a small smile to form on my lips.
We all look up at the huge ass TV that was mounted on the wall by my stepdad, ready for round two to start. My hands getting sweaty with each passing second.
I didn’t realize that I was sort of rocking back and forth until Sophia took my hand in hers, calming me down again.
Looking over at her, I find her watching me, her smile just as warm and reassuring as Selena’s but her smile has an extra level of comfort.
“You got this. They will be stupid not to pick you,” she tells me and all I want to do is get lost in her again and never come back up for air. I was wrong to tell her that we should put our one night together behind us, and act like nothing is different. Everything is different. If it weren’t, I wouldn’t be thinking about getting lost in her body.
“Of course, they would be stupid. Those fuckers wouldn’t know what hit them if they pass up on Blake. They’ll be crying they’re sorry asses to sleep,” her dad says from where he sits behind me.
“Isaac.” His wife reprimands him and I don’t have to turn around and see that she probably slapped him on the arm The way he yelps tells me everything that I need to know, causing a laugh to escape my lips.
“What? It’s true,” he answers, and when I turn around to look at him, he gives me a smile.
