Hockey Tales: Enforcer

Here is the start of story that I'm quickly falling in love with writing. But I have tried other stories on here and they have not gone well. Mainly because they were stories I had started wrting when I was in high school and I now feel as though I can not connect with anymore. So in starting a more mature story, I feel as though I can have the freedom to write how I wish to instead of the restraints of watching language and scenes because of the age of the characters.

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Chapter 1

“Ayla! Why aren't you even dressed yet!”

My best friend since preschool yelled as she walked into my room. I took in her sleek black one shouldered dress and deep blood red heels. Her normally wild curly auburn hair tamed into big loose curls that hung around her shoulders and halfway down her back. She had always been the fashion nut of the two of us. Then again what do you expect from a civilized accountant? I on the other hand was lucky if I made my way into jeans and a blouse. That's the artist in me. I spend days either with my camera and computer or at my canvas. Leggings and tank top or sweatshirt were my clothes. The more comfy the outfit, the better it was. It wasn't that I didn't dress up. I had the clothes and shoes that matched. I just wasn't as comfortable in them. So I reserved them for times when I went out.

“Ayla! Are you even listening to me? We have to leave in half an hour!” She looked me up and down, taking in my short shorts and large off the shoulder top, “And you definitely are not wearing that hideous top. Your lucky I didn't rip that up with the others.”

And she meant that. Three weeks ago she walked into my closet with a pair of shears and cut up every shirt that had a hole or that was too large for me, which practically cleared my whole closet. I managed to save the top I had on right now. It was my favorite painting shirt. But I couldn't be mad at her. She was only trying to help my love life along. Which in order to move it alone you were required to have one. It had been over a year and a half since mine existed. And even back then it had only been a one night fling.

She had sat there and listened to my rant about guys and their stupid ideas about the right female. I mean how can you put a size on the right female for you? I was so tired of listening to guys talk about wanting that perfect hourglass figure but in a size 2. And I definitely was not a size two.

“AYLA!” I snapped out of five minute pity party and looked Teagan. She was holding up a little deep red strapless dress with black high heels. I must have given the dress the stink eye because she sighed and laid it on the bed, “No arguing Ayla. It's Ryan's birthday and we are all going to dinner at that fancy new Italian place downtown then out to Hennessey's.”

“Do I really have to go, Teag. You know Ryan and I are like C-4 around one another.” I begged knowing that it would do no good. Ever since Teagan and Reece had married, Ryan and I had been forced to see each other at parties and events. “You remember that last couple of times we were together? Or better yet your wedding night?” I glanced at her hoping my pleading would let me off the hook.

“Ayla, Ryan just got here. He doesn't know anyone except you, me, Reece, and some guys on the team. Would you want to celebrate your birthday with people you barely know?” she asked while watching me to make sure I started to changed.

“Teag, he's a guy. They don't care who they are with as long as they have alcohol and willing girls.” I muttered as I started putting on the clothes and doing my hair. I knew arguing would not work. And the quicker I got ready then sooner it was done and over with. I thought I heard mutter something but when I turned to look at her she just had a small smile on her face.