Chapter 1 – Part 2: The Enforcer (posted)

I was at work getting ready to go to the time clock. I've had a long day of class and then work and I really wanted to get home. I looked at my iPhone and realized Patrick had called me 3 times since 11: 18pm. It was 11:57pm and I listened to the voicemail. It was as if he was talking to me but not really talking to me. I then heard another voice and knew what this was. He had a stage 5 clinger he needed to get rid of and I was suddenly his muscle.

I had no idea how I got talked into closing the front lanes after I closed Starbucks. But I told them as soon as the last guest was out the store I'm leaving. There is no getting talked into doing anything else. At 12:12am I walked into the front of the store put my hand up and hailed a cab. I only had $12 in my Bank Account and I think I got paid on Friday, if anything I'll have Patrick give it back to me.

I had no idea why he thought it was ok for me to come and save him at this time of night. All I wanted to do was go to bed and masturbate and this me, going to him, was throwing a wrench in my plans. The cab ride was just under $11 which was amazing. I had dug out $2 in Quarters for a tip and he gave me a laugh. When I stepped out of the cab Randall gave me this smile and shook his head.

"What did he do before you?" Randall asked.

"See I don't know. Didn't one of the guys come over?" I questioned.

"I started 2 days before the first time I saw you."

"Ok. I have to go and...kick some bitch out."

I went straight up to Patrick's apartment and the door was opened. That's how I knew he really wanted this trick gone. I walked in, looked at the apartment, and there were clothes everywhere. Patrick really needs to quit being a child and throwing a tantrum when they lose. The loss was to the Coyotes yes but- okay I get it. A team with no natural snow, kicking the ass of a team, that is cold 10 months out the year is understandable.

"Patrick- I picked up your herpes medication." I said as I sat on the couch.

"Your what?!" She yelled.

"You didn't tell her?" I sighed as I found her phone on the counter.

"I thought we touched ON the subject." Patrick mumbled.

"What's her name?" I asked.

"Jen-ssic-man-itly-tha- Valery."

I had her Android phone in my hand and made a 'V' on the lock screen. I soon got into her pictures and deleted them all. As soon as I handed her back her phone she gave me the nastiest look.

"I'm here to make sure Princess Peach's PR person isn't paid overtime." I sighed opening the fridge and grabbing a 312, "there's a cab downstairs they'll take you where you need to go. Patrick, change your sheets. I'm not staying."

Patrick disappeared to his room and I made sure this girl was gone. Because she took the cab that his card was attached too I went into the knife drawer, grabbed a $20 and was out myself. When I finally hit my pillow the moment he had finished changing his sheets and had just stepped out the shower. I answered my phone against my judgment and sighed.

"You left?" Patrick asked.

"Yes. I am exhausted.

"You could have-"

"I took a $20 out the knife drawer."

"So then I owe you another $15 for grabbing a cab here?"

"If you want. I'm going to sleep. Was she good at least?"

"No. But I let her do all the work anyways."

"You need to quit fucking these bitches Patrick. Find a nice girl. Have a girlfriend."

"Overrated."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because after a bad loss you can't fuck the dog shit out if your girlfriend."

"You don't have the proper girlfriend."

"If she really belonged to you, you guys would draw up a line as to how far you can go."

"What's yours?"

"No visible bruises. Make sure I'm enjoying it. If you wanna try the ass…I'll do anything twice- but I'd love to peg you first."

"Peg?"

"Pegging."

"What's that?"

"Google it. I'm going to bed Patrick. It's either 8 hours or 4 hours. And I can get 8."

"Can I-"

"Good bye Patrick."

I was surprised that I didn't notice what Patrick was doing until there was a knock on my front door. When I opened the door there was this smile from ear to ear and a mop of semi dry blonde curls. I sighed and walked into the house.

"Why are you such a creeper?" I asked as I went to the bathroom.

"No reason. Can I have this water in here?"

"Yea sure. Come to bed I have to be at work at 10a tomorrow."

Patrick stripped down to his Calvin's and I just made fun of his little body, which is what do. We were up for another 3 hours talking about everything that came to our heads when I finally started to drift off to sleep.

"I think you should be my best friend." Patrick whispered.

"That's fine. But we can't fuck anymore."

"But I like that part."

"If I am to be your best friend we can't."

"You are a horny bastard. I know a few weeks ago we went like 6 times in 8 hours."

"That's because- I like the attention."

Patrick was hovered over me and I pinched his nipples for the hell of it. His face came down and just kissed me. I had to push him off of me. I can get a little over 4 hours of sleep. I moved my head away and turned on to my stomach where he didn't have access anywhere.

"Go to sleep hoe." I said with a smile.

"You're the hoe."

I was knocked out before I heard the last part.

When I woke up Patrick beat me to the bathroom and I just quickly got dressed in my room before he came back. All I had to do was put my shoes on. When I came back from the bathroom he was dressed, fumbling with the perfumes on my dresser.

"You have a lot of these."

"A girl has to have choices. So best friend. You have to go."

"What are you doing tonight?"

"Work. Class."

"Boston is playing Toronto. Some guys are coming over...well we're going to Tazer's..."

"Is this your way of slowly integrating me in your Legion of Doom?"

"Fine don't come."

"Yea. I'll be there...about 9p?"

"The game starts at 7:30p."

"I have to change and do something with my hair." I said kicking Patrick out my room.

"Friday. The Isles...tickets at will call. How many do you need?" Patrick asked opening my cabinet and closing it.

"2"

"You and the roomie?"

"Who finally made it home and is sleeping? Yes. I have to get my shoes on. And you have to go."

"Can't I walk with you?"

"Get out ya fucking needy Winger."

"Will you miss me?"

"No. I don't like people named 'Patrick'."

"You'd like Sharpie."

"Yes because he will soon have a child I can torment! Which will be amazing."

"Who's the creep now?"

"Still you."

I had ended up in Patrick's arms and I hated being in this position. He kissed my ear and I made sure not to make a sound. I inhaled slowly and pulled my body away from his just as fast.

"Bye." I said pushing him out the front door and going to get my shoes.

"Gentleman caller?" Autumn asked with this smirk.

"Gentleman? No. More like muscle. Kicking bitches outta his place."

"Like Kane?"

"The one and only. We're going to The Isles game Friday."

"The Isles though?"

"Yea. They were free."

Patrick met me downstairs of Tazer's building and gave me this hug. I pushed him off of me and rolled my eyes. This mofo just rolled out of my bed this morning. Why is he acting like he hasn't seen me in days?

"You smell good." Patrick whispered as he inhaled softly.

"Thanks kid. Who's here?"

"Me, you, Tazer- umm..."

Patrick opened the door and it was him, me and Jonathan. I took my shoes off at the door and was properly introduced to Jonathan Bryan Toews, 23, Chicago Blackhawks Captain and Center. I didn't know what to say to him and it felt much different than when I had courted Patrick. I put my hand out to shake his and all I could notice was biceps bulging from under his t-shirt. I put my hand out to shake Jonathan's and he gave me this annoyed look. He gave me that look like when you see an Ex out with her new Boyfriend and you knew you messed up.

"Maybe I've picked the wrong Blackhawk..." I said pulling my hand away from JT's and Patrick then proceeded to hit me, "well for my best friend. You didn't let me finish! God!"

"What's your poison?" Jonathan asked me dryly.

"Rum and diet coke?"

"No coke."

"Straight vodka over ice?"

"You're not Russian."

"That bottle of water in your hand?"

Patrick moved JT out of the fridge and handed me a Stella Atrios that was in the door. I thought it was a twist top, which apparently it wasn't and I just amused Jonathan with that. I still couldn't get the feeling that I hurt his feeling in this life or another. I brushed that thought off, sat at the other end of the couch and everything was quiet. It wasn't until my phone rang that my dumb ringtone got their attention.

"Yea?" I asked.

"Are you home?" AK questioned.

"No. You're not there?"

"No."

"Wow. Where are you?"

"On a date with the boy."

"Nice."

"Yea. I know."

"Why are you-"

"Why didn't you- I mean."

"Yea I know. Sorry! I didn't wanna-"

"Get off the phone! Hockey is on!" JT yelled.

I turned my head and gave him this irritated look. The smirk on his face fell and he turned back to the TV. I went back to my quick conversation about how I forgot to erase off of our chalk board how she was 'going on a date with a hottie'. Apparently he thought it was amusing that someone in our house thought he was a hottie. He was. And the fact that he was a goalie was awesome also. Yea, that's exactly what that was about. She also then asked where I was.

"I'm watching the Bruins murder The Leafs." I said playing with some condensation on the counter.

"Where?"

"At JTs with Patrick."

"Patrick from this morning?"

"Yep."

"How do you know him?"

"I actually don't wanna know him. He wants to be my best friend."

"Ok."

"Yea, gotta go. Jonathan is raping me with his eyes."

I hung up the phone and the next thing I heard was "Dance, Ass, Ass...make that mutherfucker hammer time." all over the apartment. I side-eyed Jonathan and shook my head. He started to do this dance and I just had to take a picture. Seeing how Patrick and I were 'best friends' I didn't get the schpeal and I didn't want it. I posted it through Instagram and blurred all I could before sending it though to my Twitter.

It was about 11:30pm when I was trying to convince Patrick to take me home. It was when another pair of Blackhawks walked through the door that now I really wanted to stay. I shook Viktor's hand and he gave me this half of a smile. I stood there giggling like an idiot as Montador looked down at me and my eyes went directly to his ink.

"I just. May I?" I asked as I grabbed his arm.

"Yea."

We eventually sat around the kitchen island and I just looked at all of his tattoos. The moment I was following one under his shirt I went right there and Patrick quickly stopped me. I didn't even realize I was being babysat until that moment.

"Still wanna go?" Patrick asked.

"Kind of yea." I said with a big yawn.

"What's her name?" Viktor questioned.

I heard the guys talk amongst themselves and go silent.

"It's Kristy." I said as I shook my head.

"Kris-ten?" Viktor stated.

"Kris-Ty." I repeated, "you are lucky you are pretty."

"Ready?" Patrick asked.

"Yes."

I turned towards the TV to see what video game they had set up. By the way they were acting I figured it was someone getting (literally) murdered on maybe MW3. But when I moved closer to the TV I saw that it was:

"Mario Kart Wii? Really?" I asked, "Judgmental Kristy is judging- hard."

After making everyone my bitch (and becoming the new Chancellor- although I can't officially have that title until I beat Bickell) I dropped the Wiimote on the couch and walked behind Patrick. Jonathan stood up and ran to the door. He punched Patrick in the arm, hard, and Patrick just pushed him.

"Why didn't you tell me she played?" Jonathan demanded.

"I didn't know!" Patrick stated.

"You are a horrible liar."

"I didn't tell him. Why would I? A girl has to have secrets."

"And you lie too well."

"The truth will set you free Johnny Boy." I said with a smile pushing Patrick out the door, "thanks for having me."

"What's your game?"

"I just recently got into the Modern Warfare games...I like Arkham Asylum- Jonathan. Another day. I gotta go."

"She...bring her back."

"Why thank you my Liege. I am worthy."

Patrick stands a little too close to me sometimes and his hands linger on my back way to long. He's started to move in a bit too close when we're talking and he will complicate things. I never thought of myself as his girlfriend and I never will. I'd rather be his best friend, bone some guys from the team and tell MY FRIENDS about it. If he keeps doing this he WILL complicate things.

"My dad will be coming up soon." Patrick said scratching his head.

"Good tell me when. Not sure I wanna meet the parental unit yet. Well...1/2 rather." I sighed opening the door to his truck.

"I've got sister's too you know."

"Fantastic. I feel sorry for whoever you marry."

"Why?"

"Because. She will never be as amazing as they are."

"Nah. They'll never be as amazing as her. Don't tell them I said that!"

"I don't even know them!"

"Oh. That's right. Good."

"Tell me about them."

"My sisters?"

"Yea. What should I know?"

"Well there is Erica, Jessica and Jacqueline- they,"

"You're 1 of 4?"

"Yes."

"The oldest?"

"Yes."

"Your mom had you. And then 3 girls?"

"Yes."

"Upsetting."

"WHAT?!"

"Because you know after the 3rd one your dad was like 'can we please try for a boy?' and your mom was like 'Fuck that' and your last sister was an accident."

"You are just...something else."

"And then your boyfriend is the brother you never had."

"Shut up Kristy."

"Fine."

Patrick made a left and scoffed, "My boyfriend. What the hell."

"Are your sisters blond?"

"No. Jac dies her hair though."

"So then no?"

"Exactly, no."

"Your mom?"

"No."

"Dad?"

"If he had hair...when he had hair. No."

"You're the milkman's kid!"

"What is with you today?!"