The Hockey Player...

Chapter 6

In the rink it was crazy. I never realized how scary guys could really be.  But at least it kept my mind off of Byran. I can't believe he would do this to me. I mean he knows everything. I was wrong about him. I was so pissed off I couldn't bear it. My mom lied about Lilian. My last boyfriend and all the others lied about cheating on me. Now Byran. His hurt most of all. I mean do people really think I'm that blind. 

Coach was right that guy would get the puck, as if his life depended on it. Me being a little bit smaller than most of the guys I was faster, and more nimble. He didn't touch me once. Well. . . so far. I was on my way down the rink to get into my spot when he showed up in front of me. "Hey stop being such a pussy and get on your side."

"You stop being such a prick and get out of my face."

"Oh are we gonna start the name calling already, Bitch?"

"Yeah ya cunt! You name call like a pussy!" I tried to keep my voice low but it was hard.

"What did you just call me?"

"You heard me!" 

" You little bastard!" he yelled and shoved me.

"Are we a little self consious about the names we get called? I mean I know you are a cunt but i didn't know you had one!" I shoved him back.

Right then his fist came right up and hit my mask! The mask hit my left eyebrow and i could feel the blood start to seep through. I threw a punch at his mask but before i could connect a ref interfered and blew the whistle in my ear. Whatever the hockey player's name was took off his helmet.

"Are you two done?" the ref asked in a stern voice. 

"Yeah," I said, "Just one more thing." I punched the guy square in the jaw. "Now i'm done."

The ref called a penelty on me for god knows what, but i don't care. I was almost in tears on my way back on the bench. Byran came up to me and asked, "What the hell was that about?"

"Nothing. It's doesn't matter."

"Hayden, what's wrong?"

"Hayden!" Coach yelled. "What the hell were you thinking. You could've cost us the game. You're on the bench for the rest of the game. I do not stand for funny business. But keep your helmet on."

The rest of the game went on, and we scored two goals and they scored one. Winning us the game. I finally got to take off my helmet, I was so fricken hot i couldn't stand it. I let my hair fall out and land across my shoulders. 

While we shook the other teams hands, they stared at me like i was the hottest girl alive. I didn't feel like that. I felt ashamed, and depressed. When the guy i punched saw me he looked pissed. He looked at me with an evil look in his eye and when he got close enough he spit  in my face. 

I was shocked and i could feel anger rising in me. Then i heard Seth yell, "You got a problem man, just because you got beat up by a girl doesn't mean you have to spit on her!!"

"Well she's the one on the guys hockey team. So technically it's her fault, she's in this mess."

"Not once," Seth said, "have i ever been spit on during a hockey game."

"Well i can change that if you like!"

"Dude, i'm not gay."

"You think i'm gay!"

"Well you sure act gay, i mean you don't like Hayden and she seems like a girl to me."

"Well she's hot but i don't like her."

"Technically that makes you gay!"

"Technically that gives me the right to put my fist in your face!"

"Boys," the ref yelled. "We are not starting this. It says in the rules that it's fair for her to participate in the game. So knock it off!"

The team went back to the locker room to talk. I put on some jeans and a t-shirt and put my stuff into my bag. While the coach talked i zoned out.

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Back on the bus I put my head on the window. The cool glass made my head feel better. Byran sat with me, but talked to the guys. After awhile it quited down. Byran took my hand and his thumb started to move in circles on the palm. I didn't have the strength to take it back. So I just let it be. . . for now. And then i fell asleep to the sound of the low murmurs of the guys.

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I was shaken up by Byran who was getting out of the seat. I rubbed my temples and shook my head. Everyone was already off the bus, except for Seth. Seth looked at me, "Hey, what's wrong?"

I shook my head, "Nothing, I'm fine. The games over anyway it doesn't matter."

"Is it about that guy because he's a real asshole."

"No it's not. I just don't want to talk about it okay." I smiled sheepishly. Seth left me there alone on the bus. I grabbed my bag and brought it outside. It was cool, and the air felt good. 

I noticed out of the corner of my eye someone moving. It was Byran. I started to gather my stuff and headed toward the car. Until I heard my name. "Hayden. . . wait."

"Yeah. Sure, what's up?"

"I was wondering what's wrong."

"Nothings wrong. Just. . . tired. That's all." I was just trying to cover up my butt.

"Okay. I'll see you later." He went to give me a kiss, but right before he touched my lips I turned my head and he kissed my cheek.

"I'll see you later Byran," I turned away and went to my car.