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d.p. ~ scorer

D2
Minneapolis, Minnesota
Monday, 1994
09:32 a.m.

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• DEAN'S POV •
"Last but not least, Y/n Y/l/n from Ohio, best scorer I've seen."

"You mean for her age, right?" Said Bombay. Tibbles shook his head, "Nope."

"She won state championship in Ohio and Alaska. She may look innocent but don't let that fool you." "What do you mean?" Said Bombay.

"I mean, she's not as weak as she looks. Why don't you try her?" Said Tibbles.

Bombay looks at her then looks at his team. "Alright, Banks, Goldberg and Fulton. Let's see what she can do." He gestures his hand for those members to try and challenge her.

How could she possibly be strong? She barely 5'5

In front of her was the one named, Banks. The puck drops on the ice and she immediately pushed Banks to the ground just in time to held a hold of the puck.

Not what I expected.

She skates towards the goal with the one named Fulton following behind her. He raced up next to her and got closer to her, looked like he was going to push her to the side. And just in time again, she dodged it turning 180⁰, skating backwards and that made him bash into the wall.

She turns back around and scored.

I think I'm in love.

Bombay then made the newbies go against the Ducks.

Y/l/n was going to be the scorer.

We all got into our positions and played. I was knocking everyone down so was Y/n but not as much as I was.

Then, our side won.

I got enough time to talk to Y/n before we do anything else.

"Hey, you're really good." I said. She took off her helmet and brushed her hair.

Man, she was gorgeous. She had smudged eyeliner around her eyes and a nose piercing.

"Thank you. So are you." She said as she took off her jersey to change into a red one that was given by coach. I got a blue one.

"You got a nickname? Like, you know, Gaffney over there. She's Julie 'The Cat' Gaffney." I ask. "Nope." She said and skated back towards the middle.

How will I make a conversation with her without her being uninterested?

After a bunch of practice and fun, I had to talk to her again.

"So, how long have you been playing?" I ask, still admiring her face. "Long enough." She said. "What other things do you like besides hockey?" "Did I say I like hockey?"

"W- well, I mean, how can you not like what you're good at?" I said. Stupid. But, she smiled at that. "That's quite true. I guess you can say that I like mafia and gangster history. I sometimes think to become one myself."

Now that's unexpected, but hot.

"Anyway, I'm gonna go now. If you'd like to talk more we could do later, if you ain't scared of me." She said then skates away to the locker room.

I've never been so in love before.

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I don't really like this but like, yeah.