The Hockey Boy

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

TY

November 10

"Yes, I am," smiled Easton as he reached out to shake Cal's hand. "And who are you?"

"I'm Calvin Hampton. I play hockey for the Blaine Bengals," smiled Cal as he shook Easton's hand.

"Blaine, huh? I'm from Andover, so I don't really like people from Blaine," Easton joked with a charming smile. "And who might you be, pretty girl?"

"Ty," I said shortly as I reached down to pick up the hockey stick I had dropped.

"Ooo, feisty," laughed Easton. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm getting some replacement hockey sticks. My friend over there broke my last one at practice today," I gestured at Cal.

"Well, I think you have the wrong brand of stick," said Easton as he took the Bauer out of my hands. He handed me a different hockey stick and said, "I personally like this brand better than Bauer."

I looked at the stick and rolled my eyes. "Really, Easton? Easton sticks are crap compared to Bauer," I said as I tossed the stick back to Easton. "Bauer's my brand. Always has been, always will be."

"Feisty and stubborn," Easton laughed.

"Whatever, at least I'm not cocky," I defended.

"How do you know I'm cocky? You don't even know me."

"Oh, I do know. Whenever we played your school, our rival, Andover, you'd act like you were the best player on the ice even when you weren't. I made you look like a pee wee player when I scored on you three times my freshman year," I smirked.

"Wait a second, you're not..." Easton started.

"Oh yes I am," I smirked. "I'm Ty Brady, nice to meet you." I held out my hand to shake his.

He didn't accept the handshake. "But I thought you were a just a guy with long hair!" Easton exclaimed.

"That's what everyone thinks, but no, I'm definitely not a guy. My full name is Tyra, but I prefer Ty," I said. "As soon as I tried out for the girls hockey team in 7th grade, they knew I wouldn't fit in since I was too big and strong. Instead of having me play on the girls' team, they sent me over to play with the guys. By freshman year, I was starting varsity."

"Wow. You are a good hockey player. I remember you," complimented Easton as he scanned my tall, wide frame.

"Just as you should," I smiled. "Now quit checking me out, I'm not into the arrogant type." Then I tried to grab some Bauers, but Easton stepped in my way.

"I wasn't checking you out," protested Easton. "I just didn't know an eighteen-year-old girl could be this tall."

"Oh, really? Have you seen college basketball players? You are exactly the type of person I thought you were," I said as I rolled my eyes. "Now move, I have to get home soon."

"Seriously, just try the Easton. It's amazing," he said as he tried to hand me the stick he was holding.

"Um, no. The one time I did use an Easton I ended up breaking the thing in half five minutes into the game. I never turned from Bauer ever since."

"Come on, just give it a chance. This Easton is amazing, just like the one you're looking at," Easton said, flashing me a dazzling smile.

"That was a pathetic attempt," I muttered under my breath. "Please, move."

"No."

"Fine, I'll take the Easton," I said.

"Which one?" flirted Easton.