Flyers Baby (NHL)

Chapter 1: New Faces

I grabbed my Schenn jersey from a box, shaking it out and pairing it with a simple pair of black jeans, my Nike hightops finishing off the outfit.

My brown hair cascaded down my shoulders, my brown eyes staring back at my reflection.

I grabbed my skates and headed out, desperately in need of some head clearing, and maybe some NHL spotting.

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The cool air of the ring refreshed me, my hockey stick in hand I knocked the puck to the ice and started goofing off, simple moves flowing from my body.

I passed it between my feet, spun and then slap shot it hard into the net, circling back to get the puck. This time I did it backwards, working on my feet and my timing. Whistles broke out from the bench and I stopped, ice flying up from my skates as I turned to the bench.

"Shit." I mumbled to myself, retrieving the puck.

The one looked the same age as me, the other a little bit older. Both built, brown hair and killer smiles even from a distance. I skated over slowly, playing with the puck as I went.

"You're good, do you play?" The oldest asked.

"What Canadian doesn't?" I laughed, looking up and stopping immediately.

"Good point." Like Schenn replied, his eyes assessing.

"I'm Natasha, Tash for short." I said quickly.

I skated to the opening, bending to untie my skates.

"Awe, she's leaving?" A second voice asked.

"Yeah, I'm kind of intruding." I replied.

"I'm Brayden, and that's Luke." He nodded towards his brother.

"I know who you guys are Schenner." I said, leaning on my elbows.

He raised a brow and shrugged.

"You never know." He said.

"No I guess you don't." I stated.

"Let's go. See how good you really are." He teased.

"Gonna play like that are we?" I taunted.

I pushed myself back onto the ice, stick in hand my teeth biting my lip. My heart was in my throat, and I stretched my arms over my head.

"Go ahead, ask questions." I laughed, skating backwards.

"Name?"

"Natasha, call me Tash or something sort form." I replied.

"Position?"

"Defence."

"Your tiny." Brayden laughed.

"I could take both of you." I replied. "Don't underestimate me."

"Age?"

"Just turned 19."

"You're a kid."

"So are you." I teased.

Brayden stopped and crossed his arms, and I mimicked him, he slowly took me in and I started to squirm.

"You're gonna be a pain in the ass. I like it." He said.

"Uh thanks?" I laughed.

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I leaned against the boards, then went to the end of the rink. I did the drill for the tenth time in fifteen minutes, my lungs burned and I wanted to sleep but there was no way I was backing down infront of the Schenns.

"I told you I could do it." I smiled, spinning in a circle to cool off.

"SCHENNS!" Claude Giroux yelled from the bench.

"Shit." They both mumbled.

"See you around?" I laughed.

"Be here, the end of the game." Brayden yelled over his shoulder.

I untied my skates, pulled on my jersey and then escaped to my car, putting it in gear and driving home to change.

Brayden POV

She was insane, her clearly athletic body moved easily, her brown hair fell down her shoulders and her brown eyes were curious. A tempting smile permanent on her face, she was already driving me crazy.