SCORE!

Greetings and Grindings - Colby

Three days came and went, practices ran long. My PT test was today, and I was fucking exhausted by the end of it. I had scouts here, watching our drills as we slid around the ice.

"Brooks!" Greenberg called out, shooting the puck over to me. It slapped against my stick, echoing through the arena. Pumping my legs I pushed myself faster and wavy from everyone trying to take the puck. Coming in close on the goal, with ease I slicked my stick back hitting it in the net.

"That's how its fucking done baby!" Greenberg called out.

"Good shit, bro!" Trent hollered. The team huddled around touching helmets like we always did for goals. Coach blew his whistle, as he stood from his banister, clipboard in hand.

"Good plays, boys. Hit the showers, Brooks I need to see you. Everyone else, rest up, for tomorrow. Our new recruit will be joining us tomorrow night." Coach came down the steps, the scout following close behind. My heart pounding in my chest, I swallowed air.

"Move your ass, brooks I don't have all day!" Coach barked. Snapping from my thoughts, as I looked over at Trent, he grinned and disappeared into the locker room with everyone else. Skating over to Coach, I slid to a stop taking off my helmet and gloves.

"'Sup, Coach?" I sniffled, glancing at the scout and someone else floating in the distance. They had a beard, and wor some glasses. He was kind of heavier than me, but a lot shorter.

"I want you to meet Mr.Amade. He's the scout that's been watching over the last couple of weeks." I looked between the coach and Mr. Amade, gladly shaking his hand.

"Nice to finally meet you, Mr. Brooks. Truly." Mr. Amade smiled. Pushing his own glasses into his nose, he sighed. "You surely have a gift, I will tell you that. You play with soul, passion and gratitude. You don't find that with many players these days."

Nodding, I forced a fake grin spreading across my face. Not that I didn't want to talk to him I was nervous as fuck, cause Iwas caught off guard by this. And second I wasn't comfortable with someone lingering in the back, just standing there, shuffling around.

"It's nice to meet you too, sir." I replied. "But if you don't mind me asking, and forgive me, but who's the person standing back there?" I tipped my chin back to the gentleman. Coach and Mr. Amade glanced at him, and Coach smirked.

"Brooks, I want you to meet Wyatt. Nathan Wyatt. He's going to be taking your center position in tomorrow night's game." Coach explained. Something was off. There was a chill that went down my spine, something wasn't right about this guy. A grin pulled to his lips as he stuck his hand to me.

"Glad to be here, cap." Glancing at his hand I shook it nodding my head.

"Glad to have you." I replied.

"Well, I don't want to keep you long, boys. I will show Wyatt around, get him settled and get new gear for him." Mr. Amade nodded and turned to me once more.

"I also have one more thing for you, Mr.Brooks. NHL would like to invite you for an in person interview, to get to view what it's like to play in a bigger arena. Test the waters and see what you think. How does that sound?" My eyes went wide, my throat dry. I looked over to Coach, who was smiling as wide as could be. Nodding his head, he pushed me to say yes.

I had no words, but I had a lot to think about. I had to talk this over with Jo, too. I was in awe. I didn't know what to say, I only breathed out a breath I didn't realize I was holding.

"I know it's a lot to take on, Mr. Brooks. So I will give you some time to speak with your family about it. Here's my card and we can talk, say tomorrow night, after your game?" Mr.Armad shook the Coach's hand and taped Wyatt on the shoulder and scurried off out the arena.