On Thin Ice (Jelena)

Chapter 1

An angry 22 year-old sits in the locker room, his large gloves thrown carelessly to the side. He's staring blindly at the ground, the blades of his hockey skates still covered with a fresh layer of ice from when he was made to exit the rink. His hair and face are dripping with sweat as he takes in uneven breaths.

He's been told to calm down. He's always being told that and hearing it all the time definitely doesn't make him want to. Apparently, he has way too much anger for a 22 year-old. His "smart mouth" argument is that aggression is all part of the game, so he playing it the right way.

Justin Bieber is number 6 on the NHL team for the LA Kings. This is his debut in the national leagues, drafted from a team in his home of Canada as a player everyone wanted to make pick trades for. In the end, it was the Kings who took in the rookie.

On his Canadian team, Justin was the all-star and the captain of his team. The title didn't have anything to do with his attitude. It was more about his talent on the ice. His previous coaches and teammates knew that Justin was going to make it to the national leagues, which made him a little over confident about who he was.

That's getting him into all sorts of trouble now with his team, his coaches, the fans, and the media.

He glances up when he sees another pair of skates standing in front of him. It's his team captain, the one person who stands for leadership.

"I doubt you're going to explain what the hell that was." The captain is beyond being angry with him at this point. "You're not some big hotshot here so you really need to get your big-headed ego."

Justin's stare is hard as he feels pressure building up in his jaw. He really wants to stand up and get in his face but he's still smart enough not to challenge an alpha of a group.

"We're all getting tired of this shit with you, Bieber. There's all this negative press we all have to live and deal with because of you." He shakes his head and let's out a scoff. "I don't think an NHL team has ever been in the spotlight in such a bad way.

"At least we're getting noticed." Justin comments. "If it wasn't for me, then the media would still be ignoring all of us."

"That's the shit you have to stop." The captain points at him with his large gloves still on. "You need to grow up if you want to survive the big leagues, kid." A harsh chuckle escapes his lips because of how annoyed he is with the young rookie.

Justin's tired of hearing how he has to grow up all the time. He doesn't think he needs to suddenly become a model adult as quickly as possible. He's quite happy living his life the way it's been going so far. He'll defend himself with the fact a lot of scouts were aware of his short temper when they would come watch him play. It must have been overlooked because he's made it all the way to the top.

"I think you should take it easy. We have a pretty big game tomorrow night. So, as your mentor, cut out the late nights out. Stay out of the public eye." He turns around to leave the locker room, looking over his shoulder at Justin. "You can rejoin us on the ice."

When the captain leaves the locker room Justin rolls his eyes. He doesn't need to be told what to do and he knows not to go too hard before a game. He just enjoys his social life and being recognized. It's what any 22 year-old would want: fame, money, and so many hot women surrounding him. He'll bask in his self-made glory as long as he wants to.

He stands up and walks over to where he's recently discarded his gloves, which let off plenty of his built up anger. He usually feels like punching something but he doesn't want to injury himself to the point where he can't play in any games.

Then he picks up his helmet, the cage protecting his face came off when he viciously removed it. He decides to just leave it off for the rest of practice. He probably won't need it anyway.

Justin's stick is currently on the ice. He threw it down when he was forced to leave the ice to cool off. He wasn't happy about it and he was even embarrassed when he skated off. He feels like a fool sometimes but not as much because his teammates don't laugh about it anymore. They've had enough of watching Justin lose his temper.

As he leaves the locker room and walks through the empty stadium, the team is doing their last shooting drills - taking turns shooting at their goalie as quickly as they can. This is one of Justin's favorites because he enjoys showing off his trick shots. The way he's able to handle a puck is something his fans like about him.

He skates over to one of the rounded corners where his stick was left. Then he pushes himself over to the assistant coach to hear his instructions.

"Is your head on straight?" He asks, his eyes never making contact with Justin's as he watches the others instead.

"Yeah," Justin mutters. He doesn't like the assistant coach too much.

"Good. Keep it that way when you come back for tomorrow's practice. You're dismissed."

"Are you serious?" Justin's voice is loud as he blurts his words out. "It wasn't even that big of a deal!"

The assistant coach finally turns his head to look at Justin, his jaw moving while he chews on his piece of gum. "Yet, you reacted like it was the end of the world."

Justin bites his cheek and shakes his head before moving around him and leaving. He's had enough for today and doesn't want to deal with it anymore.

After he changes back into his baggy sweats and official team hooded sweatshirt, Justin finishes his look with his sunglasses. He wore them this morning because he was hungover, the California sun was blinding him, and the flashing cameras from the paparazzi were annoying as always.

He leaves out the backdoor of the stadium, the sun still as bright as it was in the morning. Justin licks at his lips as he takes a quick glance around for any photographers that may be waiting for him to leave. His guess is they waited for him after bombarding him this morning about the girls he brought home with him from the club.

Justin gets in his car and immediately turns the radio on after he starts it. He checks over his shoulder while the loud music gives him his confidence back. His foot presses down on the gas pedal and he turns the wheel sharply, speeding out of the parking lot just to get himself stuck in some afternoon LA traffic.

He rests his elbow against the frame of the window after he rolls it down. His eyes glance over to look inside of the car next to him, hoping he'll catch the eye of a hot girl. It's just his luck that there's three girls in the car next to him. Justin flashes the one in the passenger seat a cocky smile and gives her a flirtatious nod. Seeing her smile back is all the recognition he needs.

His fingers tap against the roof of his car to the beat of the song, the high bass rippling through his body.

"Oh my god, you're Justin Bieber!" He's able to hear through his music.

He turns his radio down so he can speak to her. "That's me. Enjoying your day?"

She smiles at him again and he can tell she's trying her best to hold back her screams. He lets out a chuckle.

"We'll be at Mischief tonight. You should come by." She's speaking fast as the other girls in the car begin to pay attention to what's going on. They're quick to agree and start squealing excitedly.

He gives them a quick motion with his hand before the cars in front of him start to move. "Yeah, maybe I'll stop by."

A night out in LA will definitely be a good fix and put him in a much better mood for tomorrow.

A/N: Here's the introduction to Justin. I honestly really enjoyed writing this and will always love writing him as a hockey player lol. Next we'll get to meet Selena :)

The cover was made by the lovely @selslut and it's incredible! Be sure to check her out!