Daughter of the Hockey Coach

Chapter 9- The game

The score was now 2- 2 againist New Hartford. Justin and Cam had scored the goals. I had played mostly the whole game and no one supested a thing yet. There was 49 seconds left in the game. Our coach called a time out to figure out what to do.

"I want Jusin to get the puck in the left corner and skate behind the goal to the right corner. Justin then pass the puck to TC. He will pass it to Sam for the goal across the way. Got it?" we all nodded.
As we headed onto the ice, I looked up in the stands to see Mackayla with a poster. It said "#20 is my bestriend! And #30 is my boyfriend! Be jealous!" I laughed to myself. She is the bestfriend I could ever ask for. We were waiting for the other team to finish their timeout when Zack came up to me.

"You got this babe!" I nodded. He hit my helment with his. I laughed. We took out spots. The ref blew his wistle. Justin passed the puck to TC just in time. Justin was checked in the wall. TC passed the puck to me and I took my shot. As I did a guy took me down. I heard the goal go off. I had made it! The crowd went wild. All of the guys jumped down on me.
I laughed "Get off me!!"
Once they were off of me, Zack helped me up.
"You gonna take off your helmet?"
I nodded and took if off. All my hair fell out and I heard grasps from the crowd. I kissed Zack and got in line with the other guys. As we were going though, almost none of the guys slapped my hand. About 2 people did. The coaches didn't even do so.
As we were walking to the locker room, people from the crowd gave me looks.
I laughed it off and just kept on walking. Once in the locker room, we all cheered.
"Did you see their faces?" asked JT.
"They had no idea you were a girl!" Yelled Kegan.
"Great game!' dad yelled as he came in. "But we have a problem."
"What?" asked Ryan.
"The other team's coaches are saying that Sam shouldn't have been able to play and the game doesn't count."
"What!?" I asked. "The rules say if there is no team for the other gender than the person is allow to play on the opposite gender's team."
"I know. And I explained that. He then tried saying that we should have told them a girl was going to be playing but I said there is no rule saying that and shut his mouth right up. We won!!"
"Yea!!!" we all cheered.
"Now get dressed and let's get out of here!"
I took off all my gear and threw sweatpants on. I was only in my sports bra when I noticed that I forgot a sweatshirt. I walked over to Zack.
"Babe, do you have a sweatshirt I can wear?"
"Yea. Here." he handed me his hockey one from last year. It was black with his name in orange writing on the back. I threw it on and snuggled into it. It smelted just like him. Yumm!
"You ready?" I asked. I had my bag over my shoulder.
"Let's go to the bus." As we walked out the locker room, we were met with the other team walking by. Zack put his arm around my waist protectively.
"Oh, look! It's the slut and her dick boyfriend!" Said a guy with shaggy blonde hair.
"Have you tapped it yet? I think it would fun to get with this one!" Said the one with acne all over his face. He tried to reach out to touch me but I backed up into Zack.
"Just walk away." Zack whispered in my ear. I did as he told but could still hear them yelling rude things out to us. I wanted to cry but knew I couldn't here.
When on the bus, most of the guys were already there. I sat down with Zack and looked out the window. The ride home was about 30mins. Zack was bringing me cause dad had to go back to work and I didn't drive today. I threw my stuff into his back seat and sink into his passenger seat.
Zack was outside of the car talking to TC. I turned on his car and waited. After about 5mins, he got in.
"What's wrong boo?" he asked holding my cheek with his hand. I broke down and cried into his shoulder. He rubbed my back and 'shhhhh' me. I cried for about 5mins before I could stop to talk.
"It's hhhhard."
"Calm down. I will take you home and you can talk to me there, ok?" I nodded. He kissed me on the forehead then pulled out of the parking lot. He held my hand as he drove.