Chapter 2 One Night Stand With My Hockey Captain

Melissa’s POV 

I slowly looked up and realized it was the infamous captain of the hockey team—Jason. 

One of the reasons Jordan has also refused to proclaim his girlfriend was that he also plays for the team. 

He's like the second in command to Jason. But that doesn't mean a thing. We love each other! 

As much as I knew Jordan, people said bizarre things about him. 

Like, he being a loner, quiet, strict, and oh well…he's a total dickhead and a playboy. 

And now he's here to tell me Jordan is a Playboy? It only takes one to know one. 

“You are bleeding. Can you wait here for me to get you some first aid?” He proposed, gently helping me to sit on a nearby bench. 

His hand curled around my waist, lifting me like a gentle man. One wouldn't think he could be this loving and caring. 

“Don't leave. I'll be back,” were the last words he said before dashing out of my presence, the air slapping my hair right across my face. 

A few seconds passed, and he was back. Placing the first aid kit on the bench, he crouched in front of me. 

“Can I take a look at it?” He raised a brow, while I nodded gently. 

It was my nineteenth birthday, and here I am...bleeding, and crying because of a man...I don't deserve this. No one does.

I slowly raised my gown, allowing him to treat the open bruise. 

Now that Jordan was doing all of this, maybe he isn't the cold-hearted hockey captain the whole school has painted him to be after all. 

He looks loving, caring, kind, cool, and even handsome, now that I get to have a proper look at him. 

Blowing gently on my wound so I don't feel the pain, he finally closed it up. Placing my leg on the floor, he sat beside me quietly. 

“You know you cannot be out here all day. It's dangerous these days. Hoodlums everywhere, killing and raping innocent girls.” He explained, while I nodded my head. 

“Moreover, beautiful girls like you–” he paused, clearing his throat before ending his statement. “...are their target?”

My face lit up, my cheeks blushing pink. If I hear him correctly…Did he just refer to me as beautiful?

He found me pretty? 

“I don't want to go back in there.” 

“Because of Jordan? I get it.” He answered, his first clenched. Judging from the look on his face, I could tell he was angry. 

I was shaking again. Tears pricked my eyes as my voice trembled at every word. “You know, I feel so stupid believing everything Jordan said to me.” 

Jason heaved a sigh. “It's not your fault,” 

“I was a fool! I let Jordan deceive me for months.” I continued, my voice cracking. “I believed every one of his words,” 

Jason finally looked me in the eyes; the moon-shaped crimson eyes of his were not as cold as people painted them to be. They were calm and compassionate. 

“You gave out your heart to someone who didn't deserve it. That's not on you.” 

My lips parted, but not a single word flowed out of them. 

Just then, I felt something soft curl around my shoulders. Jason had taken off his hoodie to help me with the cozy environment. 

“You are freezing. We should head back—”

“How about we go for a drink?” I suggested. 

Anywhere away from that house for now. As much as I appreciated his presence, I feel like I might need a little drink to keep myself sane. 

“It's late, Melissa…” he paused, his face surveying the whole environment, before a few guys finally came out of the party to join us on the bench. 

I limped on my leg, staring at him for a little while before whispering. “That's why you are here.” 

“Okay, but—”

“You know what?” I heaved a sigh, my chest rising and falling. 

“I'll just go my own way. You can stay.” I left him and the rest of his team before they could say anything to hurt my feelings. 

I walked alone in the street, checking behind to see if anyone was following. 

Just as I was about to trip on my feet again, a hand caught me. It was Jason again.  

“I couldn't leave you. It's too wild out here. And since you want to drink, here we are.” He signaled to the door in front of us. 

We were at the bar already. Upon entering, I noticed the place wasn't so crowded. It was just the perfect place to take the load off my chest. 

Just me, Jason, and the bartender. And of course, a few guys at the other end of the counter.

“One bottle of vodka, please,” I called aloud.

Memories of how my best friend and my supposed boyfriend clinging to themselves came crashing back. 

Today, which was supposed to be the best day of my life, got ruined because I decided to trust someone I shouldn't have. What was I thinking?! 

“That's too strong for you, Melissa,” Jason warned, signaling the bartender to take it back. 

“You can leave if you don't want to stay with me. Bring the vodka.” I ordered the bartender, who immediately turned to my order. 

And like that, I kept downing more shots every single time the scene replayed in my head. 

And soon, I started feeling drunk. Oh well, it's a better thing I could get Jordan and Chloe off my chest. 

I kept hearing their voices and seeing their faces. 

“This is crazy! Aish!” I muttered, downing another shot. And yet another. 

He didn't even try to say anything. Not even a sorry. He just stood there staring at me while thrusting into my bestfriend’s fucking ass! 

“Fuck!” I snapped, taking another sip. 

Realizing my bottle was empty, I slammed my hand against the table with a smile tugging on my lips. “Another shot!” 

“It's enough, Melissa. You are going to drink yourself to a stupor. Let's get you home.” Jason spoke softly, gently took my hands off the bottle in front of me. 

“Bartender!” He called, raising his hand while I fumbled with his shirt. 

And now that I looked at him, he wasn't bad after all. Maybe I could use him to finally get over the shitty feeling. 

My head is all messy, so I can't even think straight. I'm so fucking hot. 

“Thank you,” I replied abruptly.

I smiled sheepishly while Jason led me out of the bar. Maybe if Jordan had proposed to me...if only he did...

At this moment, I was all tipsy and high. I felt like I was in the clouds. “I don't wanna go home, please. Take me to your side.” 

“But…”

“Please,” I pleaded, my eyes all watery and sad. With my lips pouted, I placed my head on his chest. 

His heart raced faster just at my presence. He paused for a while before letting me know his car was packed just a few miles from here. 

Soon, we both journeyed back to his abode. Since it's the weekend, he took me to his apartment. 

I've always known him to be a rich guy. Well, according to rumours on campus, his father is the major stakeholder of the school. 

And now his son is every woman's dream—the hockey captain recognized for his skills internationally? How beautiful. 

“We are here,” he affirmed, pulling over to help me out of the car. 

And as we made our way out, he lifted me off the floor, making his way inside the heated apartment. It smells of luxury. 

I couldn't even tell what the place looked like since my eyes were half shut all through. 

But immediately my back touched the bed, I reached for his hand and pulled him into my embrace. “Please stay,” 

Honestly, at this point, I wasn't even thinking. Staring at his lips, I crushed mine on his hungrily. 

Even though I knew I wasn't a perfectionist, I still kissed him so desperately until he broke off. 

“You are drunk, Melissa. We shouldn't be doing this.” He said, gently placing the pillow behind my head to make me comfortable.  

“I want this. I mean, I want you.” I stuttered, shaking my head in disapproval. 

“You will regret this in the morning. You need to sober up.” 

“I won't. I promise.” I cried, reaching out to him again, pulling him into bed with me. 

I hovered over him, yanking off my clothes, revealing the bralette I've bought for Jordan. 

My chest rising and falling, anxiety taking over. But oops, I was too drunk to even regret a single action right now. 

“You are so beautiful,” Jason’s eyes widened in shock as my lips found his again. “But we can still stop—”

“Not tonight,” I whispered, and went for his shorts, snapping them open.