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Our game against the Sabres just ended, it was a pretty good game considering we won, but still no Josephine. I haven't talked to her since I saw her in person which was a week ago, and it's killing me. What does a guy have to do for this girl's attention?
It's been a while since I've been on the dating scene, I had a girlfriend for about seven months before we split amicably and since then I haven't been on an active search for a new one. Until I saw Josephine. I'd back off if her friend didn't practically beg me to keep it up. "She just got out of a really bad relationship, hold on." she slurred, holding onto my bicep for stability.
I haven't felt this way in what feels like forever so now the feeling has turned into a slight obsession. I like feeling the butterflies that erupted in my stomach when I walked into that restaurant and saw her sitting there. I like it when she looks at me, even if the look is full of displeasure. She likes arguing with me, and hell I'd piss her off all day if it meant she was speaking to me.
I want to talk to her and just her.
"Jack, wanna go out? Nico is going home." Dawson asks as I change into my regular clothes. I think it over in my head knowing when Dawson asks to go out it means to pick up girls. I give him a sorry look about to give him a sorry excuse as to why I can't go out but before I have the chance to he shoots me a disapproving glare.
"You gotta get out there man. She does not want you." Dawson says loudly, patting me on the shoulder. "Who doesn't want you?" John asks, throwing his beanie on over his wet hair. Okay, Dawson, you're correct but one quiet down, and two you couldn't have let me down easy? "Nobody." I side-eye Dawson, watching him raise his hands up in surrender.
John shrugs not caring enough to sit here and dissect what Dawson meant. I grab my things, ready to leave the facility but Dawson steers me away from my car. "Let's go out." He says, leading me to his car and opening the passenger side. I really have no other choice. I sigh softly, throwing my things in the backseat as I sit down.
Well since I'm here I ask for the aux cord, Dawson looks around for it handing it to me. "Yeah, man go ahead." I thanked him, connecting it to my phone. I unlock my phone, heading to my most recent playlist. I scroll through all the songs before finding the one I'm looking for. 'Whiskey Glasses' by Morgan Wallen starts playing.
I turn away from Dawson, looking out the window as he groans. "No, no. Jack please." he begs me to turn off one of the only songs I've been listening to for the past week. I hold my phone away from him telling him that if I'm being forced to go out he will be forced to listen to my music. Even though he resisted at first he's now singing along with the music. I fight the urge to yell "I told you so." but I won't test my luck.
Dawson parks his car outside of the bar, giving me a quick pep talk before walking inside. I nod along with each sentence, swearing I'll try to put myself back out in the dating world. We sit at the bar ordering two beers when Dawson eyes two girls from across the bar. He gently elbows me and jerks his head towards them. I look over at them, smiling before getting off my stool and following my teammate.
"Hey," The brunette says, quickly flicking her eyes over to her friends before smiling. I sit down beside her making small talk until Dawson walks over to us with his arm around Sidney's friend, Pia. "Let's head over to my penthouse and hang out, yeah?" He offers as Pia pleads with Sidney using her eyes. She looks up at me and I nod, pursing my lips.
I take the backseat letting Pia take the front seat. He hands her the aux cord, letting her blast whatever trash she calls music. At least play Taylor Swift. Dawson turns the music down and asks the girls more questions about themselves, so he doesn't look like a complete jerk when he sleeps with Pia and then never calls again.
Apparently, Sidney works at a law firm and Pia is a DJ. Interesting choice for you considering your music sucks. Dawson nods along with every fact they're putting out, parking in his usual spot. I help Sidney out of the car, letting her hold my arm as we head to our secondary location.
The girls kick their heels off heading towards the living room, they plop down on different sides leaving space for Dawson and I to sit with them. I watch my teammate whisper something in the DJ's ear, making her a smiling mess. They run off to his bedroom, leaving me and Sidney out to rot in the living room.
To make up for the lack of conversation we're having I ask, "Do you want anything to drink?" looking over my shoulder at all the options Dawson left me with. I quickly scan the labels realizing it's just tequila and maybe two bottles of whiskey. You know who likes tequila? Josie loves tequila. I'd know, I sat next to her at the restaurant; all I could smell was Tequila and Vanilla.
"Anything with Tequila." Sidney says, making me wince. "We actually don't have tequila." I say, moving her attention away from the bar and back to me. I am loyal to a woman who hates me. Since there are no drinks to make I remain in my spot beside her. She closely watches Dawson's door then makes her way onto my lap.
I widen my eyes looking at her thighs straddling my lap. I mean props to her for confidence. She leans in, using her hands to tilt my head up to lock her lips with mine. I accept it, wrapping my arms around her back trying hard to be into this, but I cannot force it. "I'm sorry, I'm just not in the right headspace right now." I apologize, watching her face drop slightly, feeling awful for being the cause of it.
"What's going on?" She asks, not moving away from me but instead, cradling my face in her soft hands. I let out a loud breath, feeling awful for bringing this up but she asked. "I'm kind of getting over a girl, but it's hard." I sound pathetic. "Well tell me about her, I have nothing else to do." she says getting off my lap and sitting beside me.
Dawson would kill me if he found out what I was doing right now instead of following his lead. She grabs a pillow placing it on her lap as I shift on the couch facing her. Without saying any names I tell her everything about my current situation, which isn't much I now realize since I'm getting it all out.
She lets me rant as we try to forget that our friends are banging in the other room. Whenever we hear the headboard bang she'll look over at the door and I'll speak louder, because hello? I'm talking here. "Yeah, so my thing is she can post but can't text me back?" I question, throwing my hands up in the air, getting frustrated all over again.
Sidney nods, zeroing in on my eyes as I open the platform to her, "What do you think, do you think she likes me?" I ask, wanting her to give me the reassurance I need, but instead, she says, "No, I don't think she does." pressing her lips together.
Gee, thanks, Sid!
"Well, I wasn't going to listen to you, anyways." I tell her, being honest. That pulls a laugh out of her, making me feel a bit better for ruining her evening. In an attempt to make it better, I ask if she wants to ditch Dawson's and grab some Thai food from across the street. I'm starving and if I wait any longer I won't be happy.
The idea makes her smile, tossing the pillow off her lap and getting up to put her heels back on. I help her across the street as she winces with each step in her painful-looking shoes. You could not pay me to walk in those torture devices. I open the door for her, walk up to the hostess, and ask for a table for two.
Now that sex is completely off the table I feel like I can be nicer and actually get to know her. I ask more about her job and she tells me about a few of the crazy cases she got handed. My jaw drops with each detail, I almost feel boring telling her my job is playing with sticks on ice. Once our food gets to the table my phone buzzes, pulling me out of our conversation.
daws wya???
me post fuck meal
daws YOU GUYS FUCKED????
THANK GOD
me no, but got you for a second.
daws disappointed.
You'll get over it Dawson, me on the other hand? I don't think I'll get over this for a while.
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firstoffim511 yeah i'm screwed
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mercdawg you wouldn't be if you just tried!
firstoffim511^ SHH!
magicmarino I still don't get it.
huggybear^ join the club.
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a.n// hi my loves, it's kind of late in Lottie land, but it's okay because I took a ginormous nap (it was an hour long). I watched 3 games tonight. Starting with the Devils and Canadians it was so cute listening to them talk about Cole and Jack. Then I watched the Ducks and Blue Jackets, Mr. Fantilli got his first penalty and Trevor well he was in time-out. Lastly, I watched the Canucks! Good game for them, they're really improving!
I'm feeling very happy today, how are you feeling?
Anyways back to Glitch, how did we like this new chapter? I know it's short but it's basically just to show you how ruined Jack is & to put some space between her saying she needs space and them BLEEPING in the rr during the gala...
Poor girl, she just wanted a night like her friend but unfortunately (for her) Jack is head over heels for my girl. He is DOWN BAD! FOR NO REASON! but also it's always the people that do not give you attention that have you acting like a fool.
I love you guys so much!
Stay safe, stay kind, and DM me if you need anything!
Love Lottie 💐💐💐