Breaking Ice

Chapter 7

Alexander

"I was 15 when you guys got to the finals of the Stanley Cup and I knew I had to go. I wasn't sure how to go as my dad was upset as his team - I mean the team he supports did not go through to the finals so he wasn't going to take me. He was always a character but he took it especially hard when the LA Falcons didn't reach the finals so he told me it was a hard no and that I would not support another team." She smiled sadly to her own self and good lord I knew enough about LA Falcons.

They were one of the most ruthless and best teams, being led by Thomas Davis as the coach and the owner. They have once approached me, wanting me to play for them but no amount of money would make me want to play for the tyrant himself. He was rough with his players, demanding too much from them. A win wasn't good enough unless it's the whole league. They do win a lot, but none of the players can mentally stay there, so the turnaround is high.

"As a stupid kid I was determined to see the game, so I got the tickets to the bus and spent the next almost three days sleepless, changing busses so that I can get to the game. No lie, I probably will never do it again but I wouldn't change a thing, the game was worth it." She laughs as she glances back at the copy of the trophy we received. The first Stanley Cup won is definitely one of the best things I experienced but seeing her so excited by it might just top it.

This girl is something else...

"When I finally got there I couldn't check in at the hotel as I was not 18 yet and thankfully he hasn't called the cops. Well, actually he didn't realise I was missing so it all played in favour of my little trip across the US. Anyway, I told him where I was and that I needed him to get me and as relaxed as my father is about my whereabouts he booked first tickets to Tampa but I knew it would give me the time to watch the game. I was smart enough to get a ticket as soon as they went on sale." I can't believe someone as young as her did such a journey for a game.

My trip to Tampa was a lot comfier as we flew on a private jet whilst the younger guys including me got absolutely smashed. I wince, knowing that I could have been the reason we lost because I decided to get drunk before the game but we were all so hyped and sure of ourselves that we let ourselves go.

The older guys kept scolding us but we didn't care, I didn't care. I was the star player, not even legal to drink in the US which made the want to drink even greater. I was stupid, and it's probably one of the main reasons why I don't drink much anymore. I never want to be the reason we don't do well. I don't want to disappoint those who believe in me; us, either.

"Anyways, you sure you want the long story? I don't want to bother you." her blonde hair covered most of her face as she looked down, almost as a defence mechanism. Trying to cover herself from whatever might hurt her but I know those green eyes shine greater than any cover that she could come up with.

"Of course, Kotenok. I want to hear everything you got to say." Fuck, I'm horny as if I'm the 5-year-old teen, not her. Thankfully, she's a grown adult now and I absolutely allowed to want to want her.

"Okay, okay. So since I already had the tickets I headed to the stadium early, in the hope I'd see you guys. News flash, I didn't but it absolutely didn't ruin my day. As soon as the gates were open, I was first in. I did a whole round around before finding my seat, next to the goalie. I knew I got to see you playing close by at least once but fate decided to be great to me so I saw you twice." her eyes connected with mine and I saw the excitement and pride, she saw the last block. She saw it all happen with mere meters separating us. Insane how fate can play with lives.

"So I saw the whole game and I can imagine how hard your heartbeat was as you guys were winning 3-2, last period, 3 minutes left. We all know 3 minutes in hockey is a lot. So much can change but those three minutes made me route and scream for you as if it was your last game. But those last 20 seconds. They changed my life." I knew she was a fan of mine, well at least in her teenage years, but I did not understand how much love she had for the sport.