The Perfect Score

chapter 1 (eloise)

EDITED.

In a buzzing city known for its bitterly cold winters and vibrant arts scene, two worlds were about to collide in an unexpected way.

On one side of town, within the sleek, bustling environment of a modern ice hockey arena, Jackson Coleman, a star defenseman for the local team, was gearing up for the season's championship game. On the other side, in a graceful expanse of the city's grand ice rink, Eloise Martin, a renowned figure skater, was rehearsing for her upcoming performance in the annual Winter Gala.

Jackson was used to the demanding drills and the confrontation of hockey, where the rink was a battlefield and every game was a test of strength and strategy. Eloise, on the other hand, thrived in the elegance and precision of figure skating, where each routine was a dance of rhythm and grace.

It all begun on an unsually heated December morning when Jacksons hockey team had the rare opportunity to practice in the city's main rink, which was also used for figure skating events. Eloise was there rehearsing for her Winter Gala performance. As Jackson's team arrived, Eloise was finishing a particularly challenging routine. With the audience seats empty, she was lost in her own world of spins and leaps, unaware of the hockey team's arrival.

Eloise begins her last jump with a fluid glide, gathering momentum as she spirals into the air, her body arcing like a dancers dream. She descends from the sky, her form a fleeting whisper, bending with elegance as she meets the ice with a soft assured grace.

The sound of clapping reached her ears, breaking through the usual ambiance. Startled by this sudden and unforeseen noise, Eloise quickly snapped her head around, her eyes searching for the source. To her surprise she found the entire hockey team, who had been seated in the stands, enthusiastically applauding and cheering for her.

As Eloise began to absorb the excitement and appreciation of the team, her gaze drifted across the cheering faces. Amidst the sea of people, one man stood out prominently. Jackson. He sat a few ways above the rest, his presence immediately drawing attention to Eloise.

The way he watched her. His eyes were focused and intense, a mix of admiration and something else she couldnt quite place. There was a distinct, almost magnetic quality to his gaze that seemed to reach out beyond the crowd.

Jackson gazed intently at her, utterly captivated. She appeared almost otherworldly, as if she were a vision from a dream. Overwhelmed by her presence, he failed to notice that his team had already begun descending towards the rink. Suddenly aware of his lapse, he felt a surge of panic. With a sense of urgency, he dashed down the stairs, desperately striving to catch to catch up with his teammates before they reached the ice.

Eloise glided over to the coach, her expression a mix of concern and apology. She expressed her sincere apology for not knowing about the teams arrival and the timing of the game. With a respectful tone, she asked if it would be permissible for her to watch the match from the sidelines. The coach, showing understanding and accommodating her request, gave his approval with a nod.

Relieved, Eloise found a comfortable spot on the sidelines. She carefully removed her skates, placing them neatly in her bag to ensure they were properly stored. Taking a moment to hydrate, she took a sip from her water bottle, feeling refreshed.

Settling into her spot, she focused her attention into the game unfolding before her, observing with keen interest as the players engaged in the competitive action on the ice. As Eloise watched intently, she became fully absorbed into the game's dynamics, noting the players' swift movements and strategic plays.

Eloise found herself mainly focused on Jackson, watching his every move. Her eyes tracking his progress and her heart racing with each near miss and goal attempt.

Throughout the game, Eloise remained fixated on Jackson's performance. When the coach provided feedback and encouragement, she observed how Jackson responded with focused nods and a determined expression, reinforcing her impression of his dedication.

As the match neared its end, Eloise felt a sense of awe at Jackson's unwavering commitment and skill. When the final buzzer sounded, marking the end of the game. Jackson's impressive preformance had left a lasting impression on her.

Once the player's had settled, Eloise made her way over to the rinks edge where the players were gathered. She waited for a moment when Jackson was free from the post-game excitement.

Summoning her courage, Eloise approached him with a warm smile and a hint of nervousness, she said "Hey, I'm Eloise. I just wanted to let you know that i thought you played incredibly well tonight. Also i have to say, you're really stunning."

Jackson looked pleasantly surprised. "Thank you so much Eloise, I'm Jackson," He said "I really appreciate your compliment. I saw you skating earlier, I thought you looked ethereal."

Eloise could feel the heat rising up to her cheeks, starting to feel nervous. "Thank you Jackson" She smiled, looking into his brown eyes, admiring them. "Well, I better get going back to my team now. Nice meeting you." He waved at her and walked away, not giving her the chance to reply.

After her conversation, Eloise began to gather her belongings. She carefully re-packed her skates into her bag. She took a moment to check she hadnt left anything behind, making sure her water bottle and other things were safely packed away in her bag.

Once she was satisfied that everything was in order, Eloise slung her bag over her shoulder and took a glance at the rink. With a contented smile, she headed towards the exit, feeling a sense of fulfilment from the evening's experience.

As she walked to her car, she glanced back one last time, appreciating the thrill of the game and Jackson's kindness.

Eloise arrived home with a lingering smile on her face. As she stepped inside her house, she placed her bag on the kitchen counter and let out a deep sigh, reflecting on the long day, feeling thoroughly exhausted.

Making her way to the refrigerator, she pulled out a pre-made pizza. Eloise heated the oven, waiting for it to get up to temperature. When it finally did, she put the pizza in the oven, taking a seat on the couch waiting for it to cook.

Once the pizza was ready, she pulled it out of the oven, cutting it into slices. Sitting back down on her couch, she flicked on the television, choosing something to watch.

After finding a show she liked, she adjusted the volume and took her first bite of her pizza, enjoying the combination of a relaxing evening and a delicious meal.

Eloise finished her meal and made her way upstairs to her room. After changing into comfortable clothes for the night, Eloise settled into her bed. She lay back and relaxed, preparing to sleep.

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1170 words!

im proud of this<3