I wasn't working today, but Taylor invited me to practice. He knew I was upset, I told him what happened. I wasn't in the mood to be at practice, especially with him being around, I couldn't face him, I was already humiliated enough by him. But Taylor insisted I needed to do something.
As practice finished, I waited outside the dressing room, watching each player leave in pairs, or even groups. I saw Taylor and Jordan come out and I sighed with relief, "Hey Tay"
"Hey Mal, this is Jordan, don't think you guys have met"
"No, but I've watched you play, especially with Team Canada, you're amazing"
He just smirked, "Thanks, Taylor's told me alot about you"
"Really?" I just looked over at Taylor and he had a mischievous grin on his face.
"Taylor, can I talk to you for a second? Be right back Jordan" he just nodded and I grabbed Taylor by the arm and dragged him around the corner.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"I saw that look on your face, and I've seen it before, you only use it when you're planning something, or scheming"
"I'm not though" he looked down at the ground and I knew he was lying.
"You're lying" I replied, "I know you better than anyone Taylor, you're lying"
"Come on, he's really great Mal, and maybe it'll get your mind off of Matt...and Magnus"
I just sighed, "I don't know him, he doesn't know me..."
"I think you'd like him...and he's shown interest"
"Taylor, you're both about to play for the Edmonton Oilers, he doesn't need me in the way"
"One date...that's it...he wants to"
I just sighed, "If he wants to ask, fine, but I'm not making a move"
We walked back around the corner and Jordan was scrolling through his phone as his eyes averted up to me, "Everything okay?"
"Everything's fine" Taylor replied, "You want to come with us?"
He just shrugged, "Sure?"
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"Well uh...our apartment is set and we were going to go take a look at it"
"Sweet, sounds like a time and a half"
We stepped into the apartment and it was huge, well it was huge to me. There wasn't alot in the apartment to begin with, and I was also standing next to two guys who easily have a good four or five inches on me.
"Hey guys" Taylor said taking his phone from his pocket, "I need to take this, be right back"
He left apartment and left Jordan and I standing there, alone. Awkward? I'd say so.
"You guys fight over rooms yet?"
He just smirked at me, "Well, I called the bigger room, I am the oldest"
"Do you even know how much of a child you sounded like just there?"
His expression fell and I just laughed.
"It was a joke Jordan"
"I knew that"
I just smirked and he turned away from me quickly ducking into what looked like the laundry room, "So, you've known Taylor for a while?" I asked from the living room. He popped out and looked at me strangely.
"Uh...we played on Team Canada together, for a couple years, and we always stayed in touch, and the fact we're both playing for Edmonton...hopefully, is really cool"
"You'll make the team, don't be stupid"
He just chuckled, "I guess when we get an apartment, we kind of know eh?"
"Ha, yah I suppose you're right"
I just turned to face him, "Yah?"
"Do you want to...grab a coffee sometime?"
I cocked my head to the side slightly, and scanned his face. He was avoiding eye contact, hands were in his pockets, fiddling with whatever change he had in there and he kept biting his lip, he was obviously nervous.
"Did Taylor tell you to ask me?"
"No, he just told me you could use...oh hell I'm bad at this"
"I'll go with you Jordan, but please tell me this isn't a favor you're doing for him"
He shook his head, "It's not...I promise. I think you're cool"
I just narrowed my eyes and smirked a bit, "If you say so"
"So that's a yes?"
"You're going out with him?"
I turned around to see Magnus in front of me.
"I'm trying to work"
"It's coffee, and why the fuck do you care?"
He took a step back and I stopped in my tracks, "Magnus, you humiliated me, and Jordan's a sweet guy, and he's the one who made the move...not me"
"I swear Mallory, I'm--"
"No more apologizing please, it's final, I'm going out with him. It will probably only be one date anyways"
He stared at me for a second, and I felt like he was looking right through me. I've never felt so vulnerable in my life.
"Staring at me"
His face turned red and he looked down at the floor, "Sorry, I just--"
"I gave you a chance..." I said quietly, "And you chose hockey, and it's fine, I'm over it"
"I'll talk to you later"