Shattered Dreams [EDITING] - Chapter 21: Chapter 21

COREY'S POV:
I've fucked it. I've completely and utterly fucked it.
I'm currently standing outside the ice rink in the rain, continuously running my hands through my hair that's starting to get knotted because of the water.
I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket over and over so I run to my new car and get in before looking at it as I don't want to get my phone wet. Trying to type out a message when your keyboard is wet is a massive task.
I have many texts of my parents asking if I will still be there, as I'm cutting it short. I have half an hour before I need to be at the meal and I'm half tempted to text them saying I won't be able to make it but I need to be there for my siblings. If I'm not there then my parents will target them, and I'll gladly have a bullseye on my back if it means my parents will throw a dart at me instead.
I send my mum a text telling her I'll be there on time and for her to let dad know as I can't be arsed texting both of them the same thing and another notification comes through my phone.
Willem: Where are you? Logan has this thing at his house this afternoon.
I completely forgot about Logan's plans for today, I need to keep a calendar so I can keep up with everything I swear to god. I'm not usually this unorganised, it's just that my mind has been so distracted lately with the stuff going on with Nadia that it's hard to keep up sometimes.
I text Willem back to tell him I'm sorry I forgot about it and I will make my own way there once the dinner with my parents is complete, if they let me go that is. My family has a monthly get together at the same restaurant, we hire out a table in the back room so we can all talk privately. It's a lunch that my parents wouldn't consider to be big but I would, they invite their parents and siblings, and sometimes their kids tag along too. I don't really get on with my family, I feel much different than them, my brother, Ed and sister, Lily are the only other sane ones in the family tree alongside my grandmother and I.
I'm half tempted to text Nadia and ask her if she's made it home safely, but if she didn't then Willem wouldn't be texting me asking about the get together with the guys since they have each other's locations on. When she left here in a hurry I wanted nothing more than to get straight in my car and follow her but I needed to give her space. Her life is a mess right now, Willem told me something about her and Jasper possibly being on the outs and she has this whole illness thing that no one really knows much about. No one really knows much about anything with that girl, especially the doctors who are supposed to be supporting her.
I shake my head to rid the thoughts of my best friend's sister and make my way to the restaurant as I really am cutting it fine and I can't deal with the argument that'll come from my parents later on.
I arrive at the restaurant with only a few minutes left to spare and make my way to the toilets before doing anything, I need the anxiety to settle down inside of me before it reaches a boiling point. When my anxiety gets bad I turn the opposite of what Willem does, he shuts down completely whereas I get angry. I didn't know why, it's just something that happens when something gets too much for me then I can't control it when I lash out on people. I feel so guilty for doing it and no one seems to understand why I do. Although, Willem does understand it as he has had to deal with it for long enough.
I do a once over of my outfit in the toilet mirror, which consists of a white shirt and black jeans. It's not fancy enough for my parents liking but I feel more comfortable in this than I would in a suit. Anyway, a suit is for dinner time, not a lunchtime get together in my opinion, I can still be somewhat fancy in what I'm wearing now, they were expensive after all.
I blow out a quick breath and make my way to the room under our name and as I enter, gasps of various greetings travel through the room towards me.
"My darling." My mum calls out, standing to her feet to kiss me on the cheek.
"Boy." My dad says, with nothing more than a simple nod in greeting. He can't even put on a show for our family, he actually detests me so much he can't fake affection for show.
"Aren't you a little late?" My mum asks and I sigh, here we go. In the Meloche household if you are only a couple of minutes early then that means you're late.
"No mum, I got caught up in traffic on the way back from getting my phone from the rink." I tell her, taking a sip of the water the waitress just poured into my glass. I whisper my thanks to her and she blushes slightly under my gaze.
"I suppose that must be why you smell like perfume," she says, then leans closer to my ear so that what she's about to say next can only be heard by me. "Lavender, is it?"
My mum doesn't know that I sometimes use lavender soaps but what she does know is that she put together a lavender gift set for Nadia when she came first place in her competition last year. She's right to assume it's Nadia's scent, ever since we kissed I'm breathing her in with every breath I take. It's like she wants to cling to me, just kissing me wasn't enough for her to occupy my mind, she wanted to be all over my skin too so I'm bathed in her lavender scent.
Everytime the lavender penetrates my nose, I'm taken back to me and her on the ice with us pressed into the warmth of each other's bodies, struggling for breath as we kiss inside the ice cool air that wrapped around us.
"Oh would you leave him alone, he's a teenager, he's allowed to be a little late." My grandma says as she sips on her brandy and coke with greed, even though it's just past midday.
I've always been closer to my grandma growing up than I have been with my own mum as she is a kinder woman with a warmer heart. When me and my siblings were younger my mum would drop us off at grandma's house in the morning before work and she would be the one looking after us, taking us to school and cooking us meals.
I'm really appreciative of her, I don't know how she could birth such a cold woman.
Our food comes without us having to order it because as a family we hate trying new things, so we have a set menu that we order from a week beforehand and so it's all ready without hassle by the time it comes to dining.
The waitress puts my seafood platter in front of me and she goes to turn but I grab her hand gently, stopping her from doing so. "Can I have some more tartar sauce please?"
"Of course." She says with a red tint in her cheeks, and then exits the room in search of my sauce.
I turn my head back to the table with a slight smirk on my face and my mum looks at me with raised eyebrows and my dad is quite literally glaring daggers at me. "She looks very flattered." My auntie Lisa says in awe.
The waitress comes back into the room holding a bowl of my sauce and I take it out of her hands and she flinches subtlety at the touch. "Thank you," I glance at her name tag. "Claudia."
She steps back with a smile and I offer a small one back. "So, do you have a girlfriend, Corey?" My uncle Nevil asks me, causing my two siblings to let out quiet chuckles as he looks at the door where Claudia just exited.
"I-uh, no." I say, stuttering over my words and rushing to take a bite of my crab stick so the conversation will steer from me. I was about to say yes when he asked for some reason. Nadia is all that's occupying my thoughts and the kiss has somehow made me want to call her my girlfriend in front of my very uptight family.
"He doesn't have time for all that with his hockey. It's his main focus." My dad announces and my family nod their heads in understanding. I'm glad that my cousins aren't here, they tend to bring their partners and it's just like they are rubbing it in my face that they can be in relationships openly and not be judged for it.
I carry on eating my food in silence as my dad goes on a tangent about how I'm going to be this big hockey star like he was, the same thing we all have to listen to every time we come here. My sister, Lily, puts her hand on my knee subtly and offers it a rub as she knows how these kinds of talks make me feel. The pressure on skaters to do a good job for our families is intense. They put in so much money for us to be able to train for this sport, so the pressure of even doing one thing wrong is terrifying because one thing can make your whole career shatter.
With my parents, especially my dad, ice hockey is all about the outcome, not the journey I have along the way. He only wants success from me and it's tiring.
I finish my food, half listening to the conversation everyone around me is having about new things happening in their lives and I stand up, announcing that I need to be excused to go to the bathroom and they don't pay me any attention as I walk out the room.
I make my way to the toilets and I catch Claudia's eye on the way, and her eyes glisten in surprise. I walk in the toilet and she comes in after me a few moments later, "I was hoping you would finally notice me, Corey."
"How do you know my name?" I ask her, unzipping my jeans to release the visible pent up frustration that's been growing the more I think about the kiss.
"You've been coming here for years, plus you have a pretty face. It's easy for me to remember." She tells me, making a move to kiss me but I turn away.
"I can't." I tell her, making a move to pull my jeans back up but she gets on her knees, stopping me. I can't even begin to think about another girl's lips on mine now that I've had a taste of Nadia's.
"Okay, then let me help you," She says, running kisses along the bare skin of my thighs and pulling my boxers down and she smirks at how hard I am. "Is this for me?"
I don't answer her, instead I breathe in as she puts her cold fingers around the tip of my cock, collecting the precum on her thumb and sucking it. She slowly starts stroking me, the temperature of her hands brings me back to the rink and all I can think about is mine and Nadia's kiss, the reason why I'm in this mess in the first place.
She pulls back her blonde hair and my cock twitches with excitement, I've never been this hard before, not even when I've been receiving actual good head, and she's shit at this. I don't like talking down to women, especially when it's during anything sex related but I just want this to be over.
She places her cold lips on the tip of my shaft, her mouth is warm in contrast and she slowly starts licking the end of my length but still the only thing occupying my mind is thoughts of nadia.
I feel my cock growing inside her mouth, and she slowly introduces more of it into her and I feel my cock inch further down her throat, causing her to gag a little and me to pinch my eyes shut at the feeling. Claudia doesn't seem all that experienced, but the imagination I have of Nadia's lips being the ones around me is so arousing that it doesn't matter.
As my patience is wearing thin, I place my hand on the back of her head and thrust myself further into her throat and she picks up the pace, causing my hands to tighten in her hair as I get closer to my high. I feel lightheaded as waves of blood gush through the veins of my cock.
I picture Nadia in my mind so I'm actually interested in this and I give one last thrust as she cups her hands around my balls and I feel myself tingle in her mouth as she hums in pleasure. The vibrations from her throat cause my cock to jolt and my hips buckle inwards. I feel my stomach tighten and a moan escapes me as I reach my climax and she swallows, wiping away the saliva from her mouth once she's finished.
"Fuck, Nadia." I groan breathlessly as I rest my head against the wall to try and calm down.
"Did you just call me another girl's name?" Claudia shrieks, eyes wide.
"Hm?" I slur, as I pull up my boxers and jeans in a hurry. I finished embarrassingly quickly and I know that's going to boost her ego, even though it wasn't the feel of me in the back of her throat that was the cause of that, it was the thoughts of my best friend's sister.
"You said Nadia, instead of Claudia." She says, getting back on her feet and crosses her arms over her chest.
I shrug because I have nothing else to say. I feel guilty, I really do, but not because I said another girl's name but because I let another woman who wasn't Nadia touch me. I feel dirty and like I'm messing with her feelings almost.
It's not like I owe her anything because all we did was kiss, but my heart has been beating for her ever since the day I first laid eyes on her.
"It's a shame you're so good looking, your attitude stinks." She says, checking her appearance in the mirror.
"I know, it's a travesty," I smirk at her reflection in the mirror and she rolls her eyes.
"Prick." She mutters under her breath, before rushing out of the door back to her job. She's incredibly unprofessional if you think about it, leaving mid shift to go to the bathroom to give some guy she just met a blowjob.
I reply to one of Willem's previous messages asking where I am, saying that I'm still at the lunch but I'll be on my way there any second now. I decided to include the part about getting head in the bathroom so then he'll be in a good mood when I get there because I've finally done something with a girl again. It's been a while since I've been with a girl because I get too into my head lately to even entertain a woman and Willem has been nagging me about it. He thinks if I get laid then my mind will be cleared but after what just took place, it seems to have made my mind even more of a mess.
Going about your day is hard when you can't stop thinking about someone, and even harder when you shouldn't even be thinking about that person in the first place. Seeing Nadia makes me smile because I'm glad to see her but also fills me with a sense of sadness because I'll never be able to have her the way I want her and she looks a step closer to her breaking point everytime I see her.
Maybe in another universe where she isn't related to my best friend who will kill me if anything happens. It's a bit late for that, now I just have to pray he never finds out. I certainly won't be the one to tell him.
Willem: What the fuck? Get over here now.
I read Willem's reply and let out a laugh, doing the button up on my jeans. I go back to the room my family is in, making sure not to look at the murderous glare that Claudia is most certainly sending my way. I walk back into the room and my dad looks me up and down knowingly and my mum looks between us with a worried expression etched onto her face.
"Willem texted me." I announce to my father and all eyes at the table turn to me.
"What's that to do with me?" Dad asks with a cigarette hanging from his lips.
"The boys have set up a meeting about training and how we are going to change our tactics so we can win the game next week." I lie to him, trying my hardest to sound confident with what I'm saying.
"Well go on then, I expect you to win because of these new tactics." My dad replies, completely uninterested.
"We were going to win anyway." I defend and he ignores what I say completely, I dint even think he was listening.
The thing with my dad is that he believes anything I say when it comes to hockey training. He wants me to succeed so badly he will listen to whatever I tell him, even if it's not the truth. He will trust me with training as long as It's nothing related to parties.
I say quick goodbyes to my family, saying I'll see them next month and make my way to Logan's place to go and see the lads.