The Girly Jock

Chapter 7: Face off, from all sides.

here you guys go, sorry about the wait. I tried to spice this chapter up. Let me know if it worked  Enjoy ;)

"I want to see seven suicides, when you're done those I want you to do circles from one end to the other forwards than backwards. For every person that doesn't give their all I will add 10 minutes to the end of practise. I have the ice booked until 5:00 Pm so don't think I won't." The coach yells blowing into his whistle and skating towards the other end of the ice.

As if being snapped out of a trance everyone including me speeds as fast as we can towards the first blue line. When you've played hockey as long as I have this becomes ritual, you don't even have to think and before you know it. You find yourslef speeding back the way you came towards the red line at the end of the rink.

After I'm finished the circles I feel as if my legs are burning, by the looks of it I'm not the only one that feels this way as I see two guys skate to the boards and grab long swigs of water while another guy pants with his hands on his nea's.

I follow the guys suit and lift my mask while taking long gulps of water. The guys and I turn to face the coach when we hear the whistle being blown.

"We're gonna do a scrimmage, Black Jerseys are gonna be visitors and any other coloured jerseys are home. " Coach calls again grabbing a puck from the big bucket to the side of the ice and skating back towards the middle.

As I look down at my blue Toronto jersey I put my mask back on and skate towards the home benches. 

"You're on the second line," A huge guy with brown shaggy hair tells me but before I can reply Will pushes him towards the middle of the ice and rolls his eyes at me as he passes.

I climb into the boards and sit on the bench closest to the door. Looking to my right I see the guy Conner I think his name was, looking at me with an amused smile.

"What?" I huff after a couple of minutes of him staring at me without once looking away. 

"Nothing," He replies with that amused grin still plastered across his face.

"You sure? Because I'm pretty sure you've been looking at me for the last 5 minutes or so." I finish rolling my eyes as I see his smirk widen.

"Maybe it's because you-" He starts but is cut off by the whistle signaling us to get on the ice. 

"What position do you usually play, Rose," The coach asks once I make it to the center of the ice.

"Center, but I can play anything." I tell him shrugging which probably looks weird while I'm wearing my shoulder pads. 

"Okay you can switch with Josh, Rose, and Josh you can play defence." The coach finalises as an annnoyed looking Josh speeds to a stop beside a orange haired defence men.

 "On the whistle," the coach says as I stand across from a beefy guy.

"Don't worry, I'll take it easy on you." He grins mockingly.

"So will I," I reply  with my own innocent grin as the whistle is blown and I win the face off, sending the puck to the right winger.

He proceeds to pass it to the left wing who shoots it into the top right of the net as two guys advance. 

As the beefy guy scratches the back of his helmet with his gloved hand I skate past him snowing the side of his pad with a wink.

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