My Complicated Life

Chapter one

My name is Ashley Marie Schultz. I am currently 21 years old. I'm 5'4", I have long brown hair with hazel eyes. I weigh 135 pounds and I grew up in Minnesota. My dads name is Steve, my mom is Melissa and my little sister who is 14 is Taylor. I am in the National Hockey League. I played for two years for Minnesota, then I was traded. I was traded to Chicago. It was August 29th and I had just arrived in Chicago. I had purchased a nice penthouse only fifteen minutes from the United Center. Everything had been moved in last month, so it was now just basic stuff that I had with me. It was very late out so I went straight to bed and tried not to think about what was going to happen tomorrow when I met all the Hawks at our end of the summer training camp.

~8:30am~

I had just gotten out of bed and I quickly threw on a paid of lulu crops, a Nike short sleeve shirt and put my hair up in a pony tail with a lulu lemon head band. I slipped on my black Nike tennis shoes, ate a fast breakfast and drove to the United Center.

I made my way though the doors and to the locker room. I took a deep breath before walking through the doors.

"Everyone, meet your new teammate. Ashley Schultz." Coach Q said to the rest of the team leaving.

"Nice to meet you, Ash. I'm Jonathan Toews as you probably know. We're really happy to have you here in Chicago."

Crawford whistled which sound like whoa whoa and said, "Tazer lets start our workout."

"Okay, so first we are going to jog a light lap."

We all did and then we stretched. Then came time for the serious workout. Today was testing... We started with running which wasn't bad. Then came time to see how much we would bench. The trainer put on 140 for me and I could to it but it was hard. Patrick Kane walked by and right as I was done he said, "Anyone else here could do that with one hand."

I walked away ignoring him. Training ended and I was exhausted.

"Kane, can you please help Ashley go into the equipment room and get breezers and gloves?" Asked Q

"Is it really my job?"

"If you want to play in the first game it is."

We went in and he tossed me a pair of 15" gloves and a large pair of breezers.

"Seriously!?" I asked

"Do it yourself. You shouldn't even be here."

Tears came to my eyes and I said, "Get out."

I grabbed a small pair or breezers and 12" gloves. I was leaving the UC and I got to my car and I started crying. I hated this, it happened in Minnesota too with a few guys but then they stopped and I became one of them. What really sucked is I always looked up to Patrick Kane. He just turned 23 so he was a few years older and I thought he would at least be nice to me. I was so wrong but it didn't even matter because I was the first female in the NHL.

I got home and I showered and unpacked a few things. Then I made a big trip to the grocery store and came home called my best friend Hanna.

"So how's Chicago?"

"Well.. Toews is super nice and Kane is an ass." I told my best friend

"Damn. Well you still are in an incredible spot and besides Kane sleeps with everyone so who would even want him as a friend."

"That's true. I miss you, come visit me and see Chicago before the season starts. How's Ryan?" I asked

Ryan has been my best friend for a very long time and then we started dating a year ago. We were still going somewhat strong. I just didn't really want a long distance relationship.

"He's great, I mean he's still in school because well now he wants to be a doctor. So you chose the right guy. He told me he can't wait to see you."

"Well I miss him, and I miss you too. Come to Chicago soon and I can hook you up with someone."

"I'll take the Captain." She said and I laughed

"Okay."

"Well I gotta go. I have to go meet Kirsten."

"Fun, I miss you Han. Love you."

"Miss you too Ash and love ya too!"

Our phone call ended and I finished drinking my protein shake. I had an apple and drank water. I spend the rest of the day alone.

The next day training camp continued and today after our workout we hit the ice.

"Okay, we're going to try Ashley, Toews and Kane." Q said

"What?" Kane asked

"She is going to be playing right wing and you'll play your off hand."

"What the fuck? She comes in here takes my position?"

"Yes and the next time I hear something negative from you, you'll be on the bench for the first game." Q threatened

We started doing a 1-1 battle drill and I was going against Kane. We were both skating for the puck when he checked me and I hit the ice hard. Tears came to my eyes.

"Kane! No hitting in practice!" Tazer yelled

I got up and punched Patrick right in the face. Q came over said, "Both of you aren't playing the first game! Now get off my damn ice and see me after practice."

As we were skating off the ice Patrick said to me, "Fuck you."

"Fuck you." I said back

I started to take off my gear and I took off my shoulder pads leaving me in my Nike sports bra. I untied my skates quick and then I put a shirt on, I waited because it's physically impossible to put a shirt on when I'm all sweaty. What was worse when I had all my bottom gear off and I was standing there in my spandex. I had to put leggings on and I didn't know if I should go into the bathroom or do it here. So I went to the bathroom and Patrick asked when I came back out, "And you can't even change in here?"

"I had to change my tampon." I said and that was a lie but it shut him up,

We waited in awkward silence for practice to end and then went into Q's office.

"So we need to talk about whatever is happening." Q started off with

"I just don't like that she comes in here and takes my position. She can only bench 140, and well I don't think. She'll make it in the NHL. I mean I have a hard time and she's shorter and smaller than me."

"FYI, I weight 135 pounds so yeah 140 is a lot for me. And I've lasted two years in the NHL. Lastly I'm 5'4" and yes I'm a girl but I bet I can kick your ass in an accuracy shorting competition."

"I doubt it." Kane said

"Both of you stop!" Q yelled

"What are you going to do? Kick me off the team?" Kane asked smirking

I stayed quiet and Q yelled "Both of you run six laps upstairs and then stairs twice around. I'm leaving but I will know if you cheat."

I got up, grabbed my water bottle and headed up stairs and I then started to do stairs. I finished once around and I drank my water. Patrick still hadn't showed up and I could care less. I finished the second set of stairs and I sat down for a while an drank water. I then jogged five laps and then Patrick decided to show up. I ran my last lap and I was dripping with sweat.

"Ha, sucker. Q doesn't give a shit if you do it or not."

"I don't care. I listen to my coaches unlike some people."

"You are such a bitch."

Patrick's words hurt me, just like they had before.

Tears fell from my eyes and I said, "There. I'm crying. Happy?" I ran back down to the locker room as I broke down

Between all the hate from fans, my cousins, my "friends" and now Patrick... I couldn't handle it anymore. I grabbed my stuff and I walked out to my car and went home and took a hot shower.

A.N.
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