Chapter 22

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8ESdn0MuJWQ - Ridin' Solo


Chapter 22

It was Friday night, camp was finally over. It was long, tiring camp that pushed me to my physical limits. On top of that, I had to deal with the stupid girl bitchiness about my last name. I was just happy that I had played my best hockey and I was able to go back home-well, at least back to Pittsburgh. Some of the girls were going out to party to celebrate the end, but I decided to stay in since I was flying to Philadelphia tomorrow morning to meet Sid and the team. I was lounging in bed just watching TV when my cell phone went off. I picked it up and was surprised to see that it was Max. He hadn’t called me all week, why would he call me now?
“Hello?” I asked.
“Bonjour!” I could barely hear him. His voice was slurring and I could just hear music blasting. That meant two things: Max was drunk and at a club; a lethal combination.
“Hold on a few minutes darling,” I heard him purr before going back to me. “Kyo, guess what. I’m at a club!”
“I know.” I said dryly.
“And well okay, so this stripper wants to give me a blow job! I told her I had to check with you. But I mean we haven’t done anything and it’s been like a whole month and a half!” He whined, his voice slurring the whole time. To my surprise I wasn’t actually hurt, I was just more annoyed that I was having to deal with this.
“Do whatever you want Max. No matter what you do, we’re over.” I snapped.
“Aw honey, why do you have to be like this?” Max complained.
“Have a good night. Try not to get too many STD’s.” I said irritably before hanging up the phone. I layed in bed agitated, where was Sidney when this was all happening? I got and put on my “sexy clothes” as Charlotte calls them. If Max was having fun, why couldn’t I?
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I had to run to catch my plane that morning. I had stayed up partying late last night, doing round after round of shots with some hot guys last night. I might have even gotten a few of their numbers. The down side of this was the horrible hang over I was trying to avoid. I was on my fourth cup of coffee trying to get rid of the pounding head ache. I couldn’t even sleep because I had to get up to use the bathroom so often. I got into the Philadelphia Airport at five that evening. Honestly, I was exhausted after the camp and just wanted to crawl into bed and sleep for a day. But Sidney insisted on meeting every one out for dinner. It was going to be extremely awkward with Max. Max must have not told Sidney that we were broken up. Sid told me to not worry about the luggage and that he had called and got arrangements for it to be sent to the hotel. I was dressed in just a pair of jeans, a sweatshirt, my hair in a French-braid, and a pair of shades on. I didn’t need Sidney seeing my hang-over eyes and scolding me like I was five years old. I got into a cab and watched the city of Philadelphia fly by. It honestly did not appeal to me that much. I mean sure it had all of the historical monuments, but I was Canadian so that didn’t even matter to me either. I arrived at the restaurant, paid the cab driver, and got out. The amount of Flyers t-shirts everywhere was about to make me gag. Sid told me they were on the top level, so I immediately went up the stairs. There was a hallway with one large dining room and then a smaller, private dining room on the other side. I went into the private room to see Tanger, Max, TK, Kelsey, Daisy, Vero, Staalzy, and Sid all seated at a rectangular shaped table. No one really noticed that I entered and were continuing on with there conversation. Luckily, the empty seat was next to Sid, Marc-Andre, Vero, and Jordan. The complete opposite side from where Max was sitting.
“Kylie!” Vero cried out. I felt all eyes go on me, so I quickly went to the seat between Jordan and Sidney. Sid got up quickly and gave me a tight hug. The pressure made my aching muscles scream, so bad that I winced. Sid let go and I collapsed into the chair, dropping my purse onto the floor.
“What’s wrong?” Sid asked.
I shrugged, “Just sore.”
“So Mini C, how did the camp go?” Flower asked.
“I don’t know. Hard. Painful. I’m tired.” I said not really feeling like talking about my self. I just wanted to relax and listen to every one else.
“Ky, why are you wearing sunglasses, we’re inside? Take them off.” Sid said.
I groaned, “My eyes are sensitive. Please no.” I lied.
“It’s rude Kylie.” Sidney bugged me. There was no point arguing with him, so I ripped them off.
Flower started laughing. “Some one had a late night last night.” I rolled my eyes at him, that was an obvious fact.
“Man, some of the guys stayed out late last night, but none of them look like this. I forgot about how much of a light weight you are!” Sidney exclaimed.
“I know some of you stayed out last night.” I said glancing at Max’s direction.” And I’m not a light weight.” I snapped at Sidney.
He held his hands up. “You don’t need to bite my head off. What crawled up your ass and died?”
“I feel like shit and I’m stuck in this shit hole of a city.” I mumbled.
“Well we are going soon, you can go back to the hotel and sleep.” He promised.
“That sounds good.” I mused. The boys paid my check and we were all catching numerous cabs when Max pulled me aside by my arm.
“Look Kylie, I am so sorry about last night. I didn’t mean anything, you have to know that. Please you have to forgive me.” Max begged.
I shook my head. “That’s the thing Max, you didn’t mean it. But that’s you, you just put yourself in those situations. It’s fine, it’s just who you are. I can’t ask you to change yourself for me.” I couldn’t get too angry, I knew what I was getting myself into.
Max didn’t try to argue that. “Do you think we can still be friends?”
I smiled sadly. “Not right now, but I would like to think we can be some day.” I wouldn’t let him off that easily, he still did cheat on me after all. Max gave me a hug and a soft kiss on the cheek before Sidney yelled me over. I followed Sid into the back seat of the cab and he studied me.
“Something seemed off with you and Max.” He commented.
“We decided to break up.” I said softly.
Sidney’s eyebrows shot up. “Why? Do I need to kick his ass?” He asked angrily.
I laughed. “No, it was sort of a…mutual thing.” I lied. There was no need to make this more dramatic than needed.
“Told you so.” Sidney muttered.
I sighed. “Really? You say that?”
He shrugged, “You know I like to be right. But I am sorry, I don’t want you to be sad.”
“Gee thanks.” I said sarcastically. We got to the team hotel and I followed him up to his room.
“You ditched Marc for me? Man, I feel special.” I teased him.
Sid laughed. “Don’t go feeling all special. Vero’s in town and trust me, it’s not fun sharing a room with the two of them.”
I grimaced. “Oh man, I can imagine.” I flopped down onto the bed, not enjoying it like last time. I was getting tired of the too tightly tucked sheets, I just wanted my messy bed in Pittsburgh. Sidney went down to the gym to work out. It was a weird thing that most of the Penguins do, most of them work out after the pre-game skate and before the pre-game nap. It varied on the player how long it was, for some it was as short as ten minutes. Since Sid was a control freak, he did it for an hour before his pre-game nap. I was flipping back and forth between showers, drifting in and out of consciousness. Suddenly there was loud banging on the door. “Sidney! Open up the damn door!” Jordan’s voice yelled. I got up and opened the door, confused at why he would be here. Jordan was standing in front of me with just a towel wrapped loosely around his waist and was dripping wet.
“My fucking shower won’t work and the maid said they will get it fixed in a hour, but..” Jordan started to complain, “wait, you aren’t Sid?” I tried to ignore the tingling sensation between my legs and keeping my eyes from wondering down.
“Yeah, I’m not.” He stated.
“Well…do you mind if I take a shower here?” He asked.
I shook my head. “Be my guest.” He entered the room and headed right towards the shower. I went back and layed on the bed, trying to get the dirty thought of shedding my own clothes and what I could do to him in the shower. I groaned and buried my head under a pillow, trying to figure out what’s wrong with me.