Numero Veintiséis

When I woke up the next morning I decided I needed to call Eleigh. It had been forever since I had seen or talked to her and last night made me realize how much I missed her. I picked up my phone and dialed her number. 'Ring,Ring.' "Hello?" "Hey, I've missed you!" "What do you want, I thought you moved on." "What are you talking about?" "Word is you don't want anything to do with anyone in Pittsburgh anymore." "Yeah, let me guess Jordan told you that?" "Actually, yes he did." "And you guys all believe him?" "For the most part, yes." "He is full of shit, why would I be calling you right now if I didn't want anything to do with you?" "True but, why would he say all that shit?" "Good fucking question, I'm really getting sick of him." "Why, what do you mean?"

I then went on to explain everything that happened between us two and everything that happened while I had been living in Detroit. "Well damn girl, you get around! Ow Ow!" "haha what can I say? So anyways how are you and Sid doing?" "We are doing pretty good. We broke up like two weeks ago because he got drunk and did some girl at a bar." "Typical guy." "Yeah but, then I went and hooked up with Ryan Whitney. Now we are all good though." "hahah well damn, and you say I get around!" "Okay yeah, my one other guy compared to your like eighteen." "hahah right." "Well Sid is walking in the door, and at the moment he dislikes you a lot because of Jordan. So, me talking to you would not be the greatest thing." "Ah alright I catch your drift. Call me another time though, soon." "Okay I definitely will. Bye." I hung up the phone. So, Jordan was also trying to get everyone in Pittsburgh to hate me as well? Apparently they believe all his bullshit. There were no words to describe how much I hated him in that moment. I had found myself being mostly angry at everything those days. I needed something to get my anger out. I decided to go running. I was sick of fucking guys left and right and getting drunk. Running just cleared my head. It was around that time of year where summer had just ended and it was getting cold again. The time when hockey started up again. I put on some running pants and a sweatshirt, grabbed my ipod and left. I ran about 3 miles before I started feeling better. When I finally got back, I went upstairs and took a shower. I got out put on some jeans and Jordan's sweatshirt. As if on cue, right when I started feeling better about everything, my cell phone rang. It was Jordan. I was so sick of his bullshit, that I needed to put a stop to it. "Jordan what the fuck do you want?" "I just want to talk." "Stop with the bullshit, Honestly. I can't take it anymore Jordan. I went to your hotel earlier thinking things could go back to the way they were, to find out you just blew me off pretending like you didn't invite me over to talk to you." "Rae, I'm sorry about that. I just...I don't know." "Yeah exactly." "Just please listen. This time I really do want to talk to you. Come over and I promise you we will talk." "If you fuck this up Jordan, I swear to God...." "I know I know, just come over." "Fine." I hung up the phone. I did my makeup and left my hair curly. I was still wearing his sweatshirt and jeans. I looked in the mirror one last time and left. After I got to the hotel and went through all the bullshit with talking to the lady at the desk downstairs I went up to his room and knocked on the door. I was trying not to get my hopes up for anything because this could just be another rerun of the day before. He opened the door. He was wearing this cute little blue zip up sweater with dark jeans. His hair was spiked up, just the way I liked it. He looked great. Right then, I realized how much I had missed him. "I see you still love that sweatshirt of mine." He said while eyeing me. "Hah yeah." I had to blush. He smiled. "Well come in." I walked over and sat on the couch. He closed the door and came over to sit by me. "So how have you been?" He asked. "Not that great but, alright." "I'm sure I didn't really help with that." "No, you didn't." "Once again, I'm really sorry about that." "Yeah. I just don't understand any of this Jordan. You said you wanted a break. So I gave you one. I fucking moved states. Then you call me up, all pissed that I was with some other guy. What did you expect? Not to mention what you did the other day. I just don't know what the fuck you want from me." "I just miss you Rae." "Yeah well this bullshit is not the way to deal with it. We can't be on this little break anymore and I don't think friends would work out too well. You have to make up your mind. You either be with me, or you get out of my life. It's your choice." Right then he grabbed my face and starting kissing me. My mind said 'NO' but my body said yes. So many emotions were running through me. I wanted him so bad and I missed him but, was this really the best way to deal with things? What I wanted finally took control over what was right and I gave in. I let his tongue roam my mouth. Soon enough he was on top of me. My hands ran up his shirt, taking it off. I then felt all over his chest and stomach. Soon my hands lowered to where his pants were and I slowly slipped them off, along with his boxers. Feeling around his upper thighs and lower stomach. "I've missed you so much." He whispered seductively in my ear. He started pulling up my sweatshirt which I eagerly helped him take off. Then onto my pants, he unbuttoned them and pulled them down. His hands explored around until they got to my back where he unlatched my bra, throwing it across the room. I willingly took my lace underwear off. I could tell he was sick of waiting, so I made it a little worse for him. I rubbed my hand along his dick. His breathing started to increase. I stopped teasingly. "oh come on Rae." He pleaded. I still didn't continue and apparently he had had enough. He picked me up and pushed me against the wall. We did it right then, and there. After we were finished we had made our way into the shower and then to his bed. "Well that just made my day." He laughed. "Haha shut up." I said to him. "So how many girls did you get with while I was gone?" I asked. "Hmm, there were three I think?" "...and what were their names?" "Kristina, Lindsey, and I don't remember the other one I think it started with an S?" "hahah nice." "yeah, and what about you?" "Four." "Their names would be nice...." "Valtteri Filppula," "Oh yeah that douche." "Do you want to know their names or not?" "Continue." "Okay so Filppula, Corey Taylor, Aaron Downey, and Brett Lebda." "Well damn why don't you just do the whole Red Wings team." "Oh shut the fuck up." I smiled at him. The rest of the day we just laid their catching up with each other and watching TV.