9. Tyler

Right before the team heads to training camp for two weeks in Michigan, Coach Bill and the rest of the coaching staffs encouraged us to hit the ice to prepare our bodies for it few days prior to it. The one month and a half break is already long enough for an athlete like me to stop from hitting the gym, the ice and not eating the prescribed diet. In all honesty, majority of the players including myself gets fat at the start of the summer by eating whatever we want and just works it off once training camp starts.

That is why the coaches wants us to hit the ice for extra preparations.

After I run some drills with few of the guys on my team, I decided to make a stop at the nearest diner in the arena to grab some food to eat later. I don’t have much time to cook food for myself because aside from the fact that I am a busy guy, I don’t have any skills in cooking. The only food I know how to cook is just grilled cheese all day, and I started to become sick at it.

I entered the diner and ordered for food which is majority are filled with vegetables and fruits. As I wait for my orders, I noticed a bunch of girls entered the said diner. Weirdly, I’ve been seeing this girls for two or three days now. I think they have been following me if I’m not mistaken.

It makes me feel weird because I don’t often have stalkers. And based on what I have observed if they’re not stalking me, these girls don’t look like they are interested to hang out with me either since they don’t throw seductive stares on my way. I’m not dumb. I definitely know the difference between stalking and following just to get noticed. And that I think, they’re stalking me. Or maybe it’s just me being paranoid or whatsoever.

After I get my orders and paid the waitress, I immediately went to my car to go head straight home. And just what I suspected, those girls I have been talking about followed me on the parking lot. I pretended that I didn’t noticed them, I continue to get into my car but this time I am about to leave them astray and confirm if they really are stalking me.

Instead of going straight home. I took a different road, completely opposite to my usual route. Few detours I decided to stop for gas and head to the convenient store. As I roam around the store, there’s already one girl who’s following me. She’s obviously watching my every move and if I look on her way she pretends to do something else. She looks way too familiar though. I need to catch her on act.

I immediately grabbed a bottle of two beers and paid for it, and run quickly outside making sure she follows me. When I got out I hid at the little corner outside the store in order for me to catch her. When she passed, I immediately blocked her way. She even flinched when she saw me.

“Are you following me?” I immediately asked.

She didn’t answered right away, but instead she almost fell on the ground. Luckily, I was fast enough to catch her. I guide her to seat on the nearest chair and waited for her to relax right before I ask the question again. This woman might be weird for maybe following me but I am still a gentleman myself.

She rested her head on the table for a bit right before looking back at me.

“Feeling better?” I asked and she only nodded. “Good. Now answer the question, are you following me?”

“Yeah and I apologize for that." She said right away. "I just don’t know how to approach you since you’re always surrounded with your fans.”

Can I say that she have this weird British accent?

“I’m actually pregnant.” She added.

“Well, congratulations.” I replied.

“And congratulations to you too. You’re going to be a father now.” She answered which sends me to laugh.

“You’re joking right?” I said and she just rummaged into her bag and put seven pregnancy tests tubes on the table which absolutely makes me feel weirder than I already have. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Showing you the PT’s for a proof.”

“You know those things are not a hundred percent accurate, right.”

“I know.” She answered. “That’s why I used different brands and based on the symptoms I have been feeling these past few weeks indicates that I am literally pregnant. With your baby!”

“Are you playing dumbs with me right now?” I asked trying myself not to sound rude because I really don’t like this joke that this goddamn stranger plays on me right now. Seriously, this is not fucking funny.

“Absolutely not.” She answered with complete innocence on her face.

“How sure are you that I am the father?” I asked sighing. This whole thing is completely messed up! “I don’t who you are. I don’t even know your name!”

“You know my name.” She answered.

Jezz! This is what my teammate Anthony Sullivan have been telling us about few years ago. He had an incident like this before, a pregnant woman came over to him and asked if he’ll be kind enough to be the baby’s father which is completely ridiculous because Anthony knows her as an avid fan of him.

This is also one of the reasons why I don’t hook up with strangers or a fan because you really don’t know how crazy they get sometimes. Same as to what is currently happening right now!

“Oh yeah?” I challenged. “Then what is it?”

“It’s Keya!”

Right, sounds familiar!

“Alright, Keya. Tell me when did this happen?” I humored her.

“Last month, on a pub downtown.” She answered. “You bought me a drink a lot of times during that night.”

“I always buy girls a drink.” I said.

“Oh so does that mean you always fuck gals on the loo as well?” She countered which totally caught me off-guard and the flashback on that night came in.

“Shit, that was you?” I hissed. So this is the girl that I hooked up with in the rest room that I thought first was Tricia.

“Why are you so surprised?” She asked. “Oh yeah, of course you were so drunk.” She added mumbling.

“But that is impossible. I always use protection.” I replied completely horrified thinking about that said hook up. Shit!

“Hate it to break it to you, however, you didn’t used a condom on the second round.” She answered slowly without looking at my eyes. She looks completely embarrassed saying those words and weirdly another sudden flashback about that night strike into my head remembering all what happened.

I indeed bought her a drink and we ended up going to the rest room and fuck each other’s brains out. I didn’t used a condom indeed during the second round, because I only brought one and I am still hard as a rock after the first round at that night (and drunk as fuck) that I didn’t seemed to care if I am on protection or something.

Oh fuck!

Is this the kind of a lesson I needed for me to stop drinking and sleeping around?

“So? Are you finally convinced that you’re the father of this baby?” She said after I became silent for a sec.

But even so, I don’t trust her. I don’t fucking know her! She’s just a puck bunny that surely wants my money. For sure she’s just using the situation to get me. I’m not dumb! I know this damn trick that chicks play just to get what they want. Just to get me. Besides, I’ve been through this myself on a different situation of course and I almost believed in it.

“You could have done this to a multi-billionaire man.” I said just to get her to admit it because I am not buying it even if I would say that I did indeed used her without using any protection. I get that puck bunnies do love to sleep with me but what she’s doing have already gone a little overboard.

She dropped her jaw and stared on me. ”Are you saying that—“she sighed. “I’m not that kind of woman you think I am.”

“And you expect me to believe that thing?”

“I know that this is ridiculous because you don’t know me, but you don’t have to insult me like that.” She answered in complete rage and tears on her eyes starts to form.

“You think I want to have a baby right now, Mr. Hollis? I bloody don’t!” She hissed as she stood up on the chair. “But you know what, screw it! I’m just here to inform you that this is your child anyway. I should never expect that you will recognize this thing. I should have just aborted this in the first place!” She dropped and tried to walk away from me but I am fast enough to stop her.

Abort? Is she serious?

“I did not say that I won’t recognize that child. Give me a paternity test.” I answered abruptly.

I am in complete frustration now because seriously this whole thing freaks the hell out of me too. But I have to be sure about this first and foremost.

“Until test proves it’s mine then that’s the right time I’ll recognize the child.”

I don’t want to be disappointed this time. Besides, how can I trust a complete stranger stalking me around and all of a sudden surprises me with a news that I am having my baby?

I understand the responsibility but I just want to have a proof that that baby is indeed mine.