[P@Kane] // 7 Minutes In ... Never Mind. [ONE s h o t]

It was a stupid after-game party. Sure, I had been invi-NO. I had been FORCED to come, dragged mercilessly by my best friend, Carson Seabrook. Her older brother encouraged her to bring a person or people, preferably girls since this was a decently sized party... Er... It was about three hours ago, at least.

The party had begun at about midnight, after the Blackhawks absolutely slaughtered the Kings. I frowned upon hearing that Pat Kane would be host, but I held fast, knowing that Carson was my ticket away from the little bastard. That's right: I HATE/HATED that pretty-boy. Honestly, I didn't give a rat's ass if he was my age, cute, and was in the NHL playing for my favorite team EVER.

He had been a jerk to me ever since I embarrassed him at a practice not too long ago. He was saying something stupid about how women could never be part of the NHL. Naturally, I got pissed and challenged him to a shoot out. I won, he whined, denying that he lost fairly and that Khabibulin had let my slap shots passed because he felt sorry for me... I can't remember what I said, but I remember he glared at me before asking, "What are you going to do? Slap me?"

I broke his nose.

"NO. No-wait. Not no, but HELL NO." I glared daggers, my already furious hazel eyes bore into Jonathan Toews', which only made him chuckle at my expense. Carson was NOT helping.

"Oh come on. It'll be fun!!!" Car screamed as I was grabbed. In seconds my eyes were covered and the room went black. A pair of strong arms wrapped around either of mine as I kicked and screamed, being chucked into a closet forcefully.

"FINE!" I bellowed from the closet prison, thrashing at the blind fold, a tie, as hard as I could. It was complicatedly tied to the rubber band holding my hair back into a pony tail, so I didn't bother anymore scratching at it. I felt around, no longer sure if I was in a closet or not. I pulled at the tie just around my eye, finding it loose enough to give me some peeking space if I turned my head uncomfortably toward the ceiling. My eyes were already dilated so I could make out that I was, indeed in a closet only it had been cleared of everything.

There was literally nothing in the closet but a shelf high above my head and the small dangling light string, which I didn't bother pulling. I thought this damned experience of Seven Minutes in Hell should be best dealt without knowing who's about to violate me.

Upon hearing wild laughter outside, I began imagining each teammate, since everyone was there, and frowned. Half of them were at least ten to fifteen year older than myself. Fucking great. I slid down, my back pressed against a wall, and relaxed myself. My legs were stretched out, crossed at the ankle and my hands nervously played together in my lap, twiddling my thumbs.

There was a small burst of light, then nothing. It was like the last of my hopes were shut out and shrowded in the darkness of this stupid closet. "Don't touch me, try anything and I'll kill you, no, I'll break your nose like I did Shrimp's." I smirked smugly at my words, uncaring of who the mystery person was. Outside I heard someone yell that the timer had now started. I gulped mentally.

Silence....

Silence.

"I'm confused. It's been a minute. Are you even playing or did you get held hostage too?" I asked apparently nothing, Carson screaming that there were five minutes left. By now I was growing restless and curious. Hell, I'd rather be making out than be bored talking to a wall.

Suddenly there was warm breath at my neck and a weight at my legs. I shivered horribly, turning my head away from the breathing and shuddered yet again. Speechless and breathless, to strong hands flattened my legs down a I was straddled at the upper thigh by someone light, their strawberry smelling breath still warm on my face. "Nah. I'm enjoying myself."

"GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!" I screamed, throwing my arms out before me and clearly making contact with Patrick Kane. He thudded to the ground and I curled up in a ball, facing the corner and shivered. "Stupid bastard..." My cheeks were neon red by now, heat radiating off of my body in general. "I'm not like that..."

"Really?... Well I wasn't going to do anything, if it makes you feel better." His honest voice entered my thoughts. I could hear him shuffle around, stopping against the wall to my right extremely close. At this time I didn't know what to think. Was he being a pervert purposely to drive me crazy or was he actually this much of a freak?

"My ass."

"That hurts."

"I bet your nose still does too."

"Yeah. I never did get even." He whispered coldly, a smirk evident in his voice. I rolled my eyes under the blindfold.

"If you guys don't shut up and start making out, we're leaving you in there for another ten minutes!" Carson and someone else knocked on the door.

"DO IT!" Someone yelled followed by cheers.

"Fuck it, you're stuck!" Car tapped her fingers on the wooden door and laughed maniacally. I was going to kill her.

"YOU'RE FUCKED, CAR!" I screamed, standing up, shoving my hands in my pockets and slammed my foot against the door. No use. "Fucking asshole sons of..." My voice trailed off as I cursed long strings of vulgarity.

"Relax." His voice was against the back of my neck, right where my left shoulder met my neck. I jumped slightly, but was held back by his arms snaking their way around my waist.

"You never act like this." I stated as firmly as possible.

"I don't know how to act." He answered this honestly.

"Why am I not surprised? You never have known a lot of things." Smirking smugly, I gasped. His grip tightened immensely around my hips as he pulled me against him so I could feel every inch of him.

"What did I say about touching?"

"I'm not touching, I'm gripping or holding-"

"Almost groping."

"You love it." He whispered, nipping at my ear. I squirmed. As much as I hated him, I LOVED this. I slapped myself out of this damned little trance, but was soon pulled back in. My legs gave way as we tumbled down to the ground. He began laughing at me and let me go as I sheepishly shut up and sat Indian style where I had ate it. "Oh my god, I can't believe I just-HAH!" He laughed at my expense, but stopped as soon as he got close enough, my silence so intense not even he could take it. "Are you okay?"

No answer.

"Manda... Are you alright?"

No answer.

"I don't hate you."

"What?" He asked me confused. I was lost in thought and just happened to have the urge to blurt that out.

"I don't hate you... You intimidate me." I whispered yet again, staring at my feet.

"Okay... Well I don't hate you either... I just... I think you're really cute when you're embarrassed or angry." My eyes widened and I couldn't help but smile, blush already at its maximum shade of red. I couldn't help myself as I crawled in front of him and placed myself between his spread legs. He blushed, which I could clearly make out a his eyes darted up to mine. I couldn't help it.

I was curious.

I didn't have to do anything as he read my thoughts, not even bothering to lean forward. He grabbed my arms, pulling me at a medium speed into him, placing my arms on either side of himself. Eye fluttering in a double-sided battle, I fought against the urge to kis him, even though I knew exactly what was coming. A pair of hands worked their way to my face, gently brushing the bangs away from my eyes. His hands found their way to my ponytail as he did some tweaking here and there until the blind fold seemed to magically fall off.

"Tha-Mm-" My mouth was muffled by the softest kiss I had ever experienced in my entire life. The feather weight of his lips made me melt inwardly. I was being driven crazy mentally now, the red light flying on as the two little me's ran around screaming that I should either break his nose again or kiss him. I chose neither.

We stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. Shock and pleasant surprise smothered my features as he smiled at me smally, hand still on my cheek rubbing softly. I leaned in yet again as the door opened, making me jump back in surprise.

"Alright we're getting bored so get the hell out here." Brent barked, a smirk on his face. I groaned.

"Stupid bastard...." I muttered, turning on my heel and picking up the tie from the floor. I bent down beside Pat and winked. He quickly got the memo.

"Don't be such a bitch, jeese...." Pat rolled his eyes, shoving passed me to get out of the closet, earning a punch in the arm from myself. We both plastered horribly disgruntled faced and sat across from each other on the floor before a bottle. As it was spun to declare the next victims, I glanced up at him mouthing,

"Heaven was nice, but Hell is better."

"Oh yeah? And where's that?" He raised a brow.

"Carson's bedroom."

"I love the way you think." He smirked and I stood up.

"I have to pee." I declared, jogging off to a bathroom.

"I'm getting my jacket from your room." Brent nodded at this as we both left the room, breaking for Carson's room in a sprint.

"Revenge is a bitch." I smirked wildly, closing her door behind us and pulled him by the shirt collar into a short but fiery kiss. He stared back at me in pleasant shock the second I pulled away.

"Well I do love bitches."