Puck Ace [#4] FIUFAMNEXTGEN

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Chapter 15 || You're not doing so good yourself
;a woman on a mission is a woman to be frightened of

Feelings get forgotten and frozen when I'm on the ice. Nothing seems to hurt as bad and finally I can breathe - not only because for the first time in ten days I got my first glimpse of Lucy Reynolds, but because I did, and we're winning, but by the skin of our teeth.

Tonight we're playing Cornell University.

Decker isn't being where he's meant to be, Trixx seems to be lost in his own little la la land, and me, I should be on fire, instead I'm dragging my ass across the ice like I have a stick down my throat.

Coach yells on the side lines, his eyes wider than wide when Cornell's defense try to break through and run with it. Thanks to Decker, they do just that, shooting the puck into the net. The blare from the buzzer confirming it, putting them ahead.

Fuck!

Slowly, we skate our way towards Coach with our dicks between our legs. Mine give out as I drop onto the bench beside him.

"The fuck are you ass hats doing out there?!" He yells, his scowl travelling around us all. "You may have well as just walked that puck into the goddamn net yourselves! Christ! "

As Old Man continues to grill us like steaks on a barbeque, I watch him and take in the traits he passed on to his daughter. The same daughter I can't stop myself from thinking about. The one who should be my greatest regret, instead she's my worst loss.

The way I've been feeling the last week and half proves that she's woven herself within me. My mind, skin, heart and soul. Her laugh still teases my ears, taunting me. Her smile wide and bright whenever my eyes close. Vanilla and coconut tricks me into thinking she's close, only to disappoint me when I find she's not. No where fucking near.

"And Bishop," Coach's voice booms, grabbing my attention. "Where the fuck have you been these past three periods? Your heads been every where but this damn game!"

"Sorry, Coach." I mumble with a pathetic-ass shrug.

Sounds a lot better than admitting that my head is in fact with his lovely daughter I miss loving and fucking.

"You better be. I want you to take this last minute to catch your breath and give all your heads a good fucking shake. The next time you slide onto the ice, I want you to play like I know you fucking can. This is the semi-finals, boys. I don't have to remind you what's at stake here. The very thing we spend all year training for, pushing ourselves through blood, sweat and tears. We bleed this sport, but so do they, make sure tonight you men are the reason why." 

Coach's looming words hang over us like a cloud about to downpour, his steely gaze roaming each of his players intently before he stops on me and says. "Are we clear?"