Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Глава пятая (Chapter Five)

A/N: Sorry it's been so long since I've updated. I've been swamped with homework and assignments. Hope you like this chapter and I realize that it's a bit shorter than the rest, I'm sorry. I only had an hour of free time to type it out today.

The blare of the alarm clock sounded in Kat's ear the next morning. She slapped a hand over the top and felt around for the snooze button. Alex heard the obnoxious noise too, because he stirred around and slipped out of bed, just as Kat settled deeper into the warm cocoon of blankets. "I'll be back after morning skate if that's okay?" Kat peeked out and smiled. Alex leaned down and dropped a kiss on her lips before turning and walking from the room. She sighed as she heard the front door open and close. After rolling over onto her stomach, she realized there was no way she would get back to sleep. She climbed out of bed and headed downstairs to make herself breakfast. She floated into the kitchen and busied herself making pancakes.
The two hours of Alex's practice passed quickly. He soon found himself back in the locker room getting dressed into his street clothes. He heard Brooks Laich call his name, and turned in toward him, still pulling his shirt over his head. "Hey, Ovechkin told us you have a hot piece of woman hidden away." Alex smiled and nodded his head. "Yes, a history teacher and yes she's beautiful." Brooks nodded his head and clapped Alex on the back before walking away. After saying goodbye to the guys Alex walked out into the parking lot and headed home.
Kat heard the door open and close for the second time that day. She heard Alex drop his bag in the hallway as he made his way to the living room. "I have the next few days off. Let's go somewhere together." Kat looked over and rolled her eyes. "I have school. I can't just take off for days. Those kids need me." Alex shot up off of the couch. "Are you serious? When was the last time you took a vacation? 4 years ago? Yeah, I talked to Emma. Katya this break will do you good. You can leave a lesson plan for the substitute to follow. The kids will be fine. Trust me on this.We can go anywhere you want." Kat sighed and ran a hand over her face before meeting his eyes. "Anywhere I want to go? Anywhere at all?" He nodded and knelt down in front of her. She looked into his eyes and smiled. "Take me to Russia." Alex's eyes widened and his face hardened. "Russia? Of all the places you could choose, you choose Russia?" Kat's eyes clouded over with confusion. She didn't understand where his anger was coming from. He grabbed his keys off of the table and stormed out of the house. Kat slumped back into the couch and pushed her hair out of her eyes. She hadn't expected Alex to react like he had. She didn't know why he was so upset, not to mention the fact that he had stormed out and wouldn't talk to her.

Kat looked at the clock again for the fifth time in a row. The digital clock showed 4:12. Alex had been gone since 11:00 that morning. She had tried to call, and it went straight to his voicemail. She had tried texting him and he hadn't replied to any of her messages. She had even called Ovechkin to see if he had heard from him. Every time she turned she reached a dead end. She was as close to tears as she had been in a while. After glancing at the clock once last time, she decided that there would be no use in sitting around twiddling her thumbs waiting on a man. She pulled a stack of research papers out of her bag and began grading. She worked furiously, oblivious to time and everything around her. The next time she looked up at the clock it was no long late afternoon. The sun had gone down and the moon had risen. The digital clock read 10:34.
Kat checked her cell phone for any sign of Alex and was disappointed to find neither a missed call or text. She drug herself upstairs and jumped into the shower. Not matter what she did she couldn't keep her mind off the blond haired man that had stolen her heart. She could feel that heart cracking with every passing minute without a response. She stalled for time getting ready for bed, hoping that Alex would try to reach her, but no such luck. She climbed into bed and fell into a fitful sleep.
A few blocks down from where Kat slept, Alex was holed up with Brooks Laich and Mike Green, in Laich's apartment. Alex checked his phone and thankfully there were no more missed calls, voicemails, or texts from Kat. He knew she had to be worried but he couldn't bring himself to pick up the phone and attempt to explain. His plan, formulated with the help of his teammates, was to head back to Kat's the next morning and beg, grovel, and pray like hell she'd take his sorry ass back.

1 comment:

  1. Oh Alex... you silly silly boy. I hope she takes your sorry ass back too!