Fire in her Heart and Ice in her Veins.

Chapter 16

Friday, August 11, 1979. 11:00. Bloomington Arena, MN. 

Jacks POV...

Right now we are in the middle of practice, and I was currently on the bench watching Johnson, some other guy I didn't know, and Chelsea performing  the breakout drill. 

Coach has been having us do the breakout drill, which personally is one of my favourite drills. But we've been doing this for the past...20 minutes now? I don't know but, I was getting bored of it.

" Thats it. Pick it up." I heard Coach say, waking me up from my thoughts. 

Johnson was now carrying the puck up over the blue line, breaking into the opposing teams end. 

" look for the pass...come on hit her with a pass Johnson!" Herbs loud voice boomed, as he yelled at  Mark, who was paying no attention to Coach. 

Chelsea was put on Johnsons  line up for now, and the two worked well together. They were a great pair, but they were both super competitive, always fighting over the puck. 

Johnson should be passing the puck over to Chelsea, then advance further up and try supporting his other winger. 

But he didn't. 

Instead, he just continued carrying the puck up the ice, weaving through the defence. He's one hell of a hockey player, so if he wanted to bring it through the defence, he'd probably make it out of there, cause he's just that good.

He's not called Magic Hands Johnson for nothing haha.

And like I predicted, Johnson came out of the middle and deked Craig, doing a beauty of a backhand, sending the puck high up in the net. I banged my stick on the outside of the boards, along with everyone else on my bench. 

We kinda split ourselves between Minnesota and Boston, and the guys who are from neither joined my side cause we don't have as many guys as Minnesota did. 

" Johnson!" Coach barked skating over to Mark. Whoa, Herb sounded pissed. But why....Johnson didn't do anything wrong. At least I didn't think so.

" that coast to coast crap may work here, but it won't against the teams we'll be playing!" Herb continued to yell at Johnson. Mark nodded his head, and skated over to the Minnesota bench. 

Chelsea skated over towards my bench, looking pretty pissed. She took the cage off her helmet this morning and now I could see that beautiful face of hers. She made eye contact with me and I smirked. Haha, here comes that beautiful smile of hers and that perfect blush. 

Instead Chelsea rolled her eyes at me and changed direction, going over to Minnesota's bench. And to make it even worse, she sat right next to McClanahan. She...she chose him...over me. 

Why the fuck did she do that!

McClanahan looked over in my direction and smirked at me. Then he put an arm around Chelsea. Chelsea laughed and leaned into his body like she does with me. Was she trying to make me jealous or something cause if she was, it sure as hell was working! 

God I hated that guy. 

He got me kicked out of Championships because of him. And scouts were at that game! I could be playing in the NHL right now, if it weren't for that simp. 

But I was mainly pissed that he was flirting with Chelsea. It's pretty obvious he likes her, there always hanging out. I need to make it clear to him that she's mine and off limits. I've already told the other guys to stay clear of my girl and they listen cause they know I will beat the hell out of 'em.