The Hockey Player...

Chapter 1

The Hockey Player

Beep Beep... Beep Beep... My alarm clock rang, growing louder every beep. Oh my gosh, who set my alarm for four in the morning. I mean seriously, we get to the new house at 10:00 P.M. Then we unpack all the boxes. I was the one who drove here too. I only got four hours of sleep. After my baby sister fell asleep at 12:01 A.M. 

My mom didn't even help, or dad. Oh, by the way, I'm Hayden St. Demi. I know what you thinking, I have the coolest last name since sliced bread. I lived in Minnesota my whole life, even played hockey for a good portion of my life, so far. I'm 16 and I recently just moved to Montana. 

To be more specific, it's called the town that ruined my life. Yes, that's exactly what it's called. The plus side is I get my own one story, including a basement, lake house to myself. The down side to that I only get it on the weekends, because of school. Another down side on the whole school thing is there isn't a girls' hockey team, only a guys'. 

They are a year round team, they usually have games from fall to spring, the whole school year. They practice every day of the week five hours a day on the on-season. On the off-season, during the summer, they practice Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, sometimes on Saturday. I play the center forward, well, I used to play that, not anymore. I seriously don't think I'm play this year, but I'll ask the coach today. 

I can't get back to sleep, so I think I'm going to go for a jog. I usually jog two to four miles a day to stay in shape, but on my good days I jog eight to ten. I think I'm just going to run one today. Just to explore the town. Then I'll come back and go to school, yea!! Not really. 

It was cold outside, probably because it was fall. The sign of school here. I was so caught up in my thought I didn't notice the guy heading right for me. "Ouch..." I said. He landed right on top of me, and he doesn't have shirt on. Great. 

"I am so sorry," I said, trying to get up, but he wouldn't move. "Um... you can get off me now." 

"Oh, yeah. Sorry," he said getting up and helping me up. Wow, he had nice muscles. A perfectly sculpted six-pack must be a hockey player. Wait why didn't her have a shirt on, it's freezing out. Gosh, I'm so mesmerized. I looked up to see him staring shamelessly into my eyes. 

He had electric blue eyes. Ever time I looked into them I got a wave of energy sent through me, and his shaggy blonde hair. He looked as though he was nice, not like the jocks that go out with me and tell all of their friends, but is to insecure to even treat me like an equal. He seemed different. He smelt amazing like a sent so ravishing I want it for my high. 

"Snap out of it Hayden," I said to myself. 

"Hey, my name is Bryan," he said extending his hand, "and yours is?" 

I took his hand and said, "Mine is Hayden. Nice to meet." Shaking his was strange. I can't stop. What the H-E-DOUBLE HOCKEY STICKS!  

He smiled and looked down at our hands. I laughed, let go, and looked away biting my lower lip. His smile was like unicorns and glitter. No. Okay it wasn't like unicorns and glitter, but it was so amazing, so genuine I could almost... 

"Stop it Hayden. You just moved here. You don't even know the guy," I said in my head. 

"Yeah," I said out load, "I better get going then. Once again it was nice to meet you!" Then I whispered, "Yeah, I'm going insane." 

"What's that?" Bryan asked. 

"Nothing, Bye."  

I smiled, turned around, and jogged off. I did not; I repeat did NOT look back. Okay maybe once, and I think he was checking of my butt. Gross. I cut my run short today.