"Brooklyn!" He screamed back. "You say before game, Alexander-"
"Yeah yeah I lied." she said cutting him off. "You'll never guess who I just met."
"I don't care!" he said throwing his hands in the air. "Did you see Nicky play? Horrible Brooklyn. As you say, like shit."
"It's not all my fault, Alexander."
"You call him, now. He played -"
"Good." she said now cutting him off. "Maybe his mind was on Bre."
"God. You so damn stubborn! Do you no care?"
"Of course I care Alexander!" she screamed, her voice starting to shake. "How could I not! I hurt him and I know I did, but he hurt me too. Maybe were better off apart."
"No! I no allow it."
She rolled her eyes and slid onto the couch bringing her knees to her chest. Alexander stood glaring at her, his arms folding tightly across his chest.
"So you no call him?" he asked his voice a little softer.
"No"
"Fine. Go pack." he said relaxing his arms.
"Excuse me?"
"You no hear? Go pack. I be back one hour. Be ready."
"Psht! Forget that." she said almost laughing.
"You go naked? Fine I don't care, but you go. One hour."
She didn't look up at him as he walked out of her apartment slamming the door behind him. She sat there for a while before sighing, knowing there was no way getting around Alexander's plan now that he had put his mind to it. She sulked to her bedroom, found her suitcase under her bed, threw in some random unmatched clothes and got of the elevator just as Alexander walked in the main doors.
She didn't speak to him as they walked to his car. She didn't need to ask questions, she knew exactly where they were going, and why. She simply stared out the window wondering where her snow had gone over night. Late March snow never lasted but she was still upset. The playoffs would be starting soon which just meant extra stress for everyone. Alexander had explained that they needed to win at least two games to even have a shot at the playoffs, and if they somehow made it in they would be playing the number one seed, Pittsburgh. She laughed remembering what had happened during a regular game with them, she could only imagine what injuries a playoff game would bring. As they were boarding their plane she almost asked how he got two first class tickets to Detroit in less than an hour, but she stopped herself remembering her childish game she was playing. She woke on Alexander's shoulder a few hours later just as they were landing, he rushed her through baggage and out the door to the waiting taxie before she even had time to completely wake herself. It was a shorter ride to the players hotel than she had hoped for, she didn't know what she would say to him, Alexander didn't give her enough time to think.
The hotel lobby was empty except for a few workers cleaning up a bit. She listened to Alexander on his phone speak Russian to who she only guessed was A.O. He grabbed her arm and practialy pulled her onto the elevator.
"You know," she started pulling her wrist from his grasp. "You're gonna leave a bruise, and I don't need anymore of them."
"Oh so you do talk?" he mocked.
"Shut up."
Alexander rolled his eyes as the doors opened on the 4th floor. He stepped out and once again had to drag her along with him. He stood her infront of room 412 and knowing her better than she thought knocked for her, then slid into room 413 and heard the Russian conversation again. Her heart was racing so fast she thought she could see it pounding through her t-shirt. After what felt like forever Nicklas finally answered the door.
"Brooklyn!" he said with a smile on his face.
She could tell he was hurt just by the look in his eyes. She had to hold herself back from throwing herself into his arms.
"Nicklas." she responded smiling back. "Can I come in?"
"Uh no, um-"
She tilted her head in confusion to his studdering. She noticed that he was trying to block the entire door way. She slid a little to the side and saw what she knew she was going to. Bre lounged out, in a small tank top and shorts, on the single bed in his room.
