Fire in her Heart and Ice in her Veins.

Chapter 30

Thursday...November 3, 1979... 6:00 p.m.

We were winning the game 4-2 and it was going really good. This was our first time playing against the Bulls and we were beating them which was good...but this team was rough. 

There were 5 minutes left in the third period and currently I was on the bench. I watched Jack check a player hard into the boards and I heard the crowd cheer in excitement. I smirked, knowing he was the big hitter on the team and this was completely normal to expect from Jack. 

The ref suddenly blew the whistle, stopping the game. Why was the ref stopping the game...nothing happened. 

" Number 17, penalty for hitting from behind" the referee yelled, as he pointed his arms at Jack. I jumped up from the bench I was sitting on, throwing my hands up in frustration. That was not a hit from behind! It was a clear check! 

" C'mon Ref, open your eyes! that wasn't a hit from behind!" I yelled at the ref, letting my anger get the best of me. But the ref didn't hear me...it looks like Boston did though. 

Jack smirked at me as he skated toward the penalty box and I just shook my head at him. Why did he always have to be so aggressive....like he spent more time in the box then he did on the ice! He was such a goon. 

And now we were down a player. Fucking great. 

" Evans your playing centre, go!" Herb yelled at me, as he placed his hand on my helmet. 

Um...I don't play centre and don't know the first thing about how to play centre, but I wasn't about to tell Herb that. So, I just listened to him. 

" Yup" was all I said, before I jumped the boards, skating into our end to take the face-off. 

I had Bah as my left winger and Morrow and Ramer as my defensemen. I stood in the centre of the circle, waiting for the Bulls to come to the face-off, so we can start the game again. A large man came before me, with a  huge scowl on his face. 

I wonder whats up his ass... He seems to have a problem with me and I don't know why. 

" You don't belong here, girls don't play hockey" the guy snapped at me, which made me clench my jaw in anger. 

Well, wasn't he charming. 

I glared at him, trying my best to not let this fool get to me...but it wasn't really working. Why can't anyone just ever keep their mouth shut and just let hockey do the talking?! I was so done with boys hating on me, just because I was played hockey. Like it was getting old! 

I should be used to stupid guys like him, since stuff like this happened like all the time, but I wasn't. I was honestly fed up with it. 

" Well this one does" I snapped back at the player in front of me. Oh, I was gonna give him a piece of my damn mind once we started playing. He didn't know who he was messing with. 

The ref blew the whistle and came toward us, ready to start the face-off. 

In 3, 2, 1...the ref dropped the puck and I spun around, picking the puck up on my stick. I quickly passed it back to Ramsey just as I was hit from behind. 

So you call Jack out for a hit from behind, but you won't call that! Ugh! I'm starting to think these damn ref's were blind or something!  

I fell down on my knees, taken back from the hit, and I looked up to see the guy who just hit me, laughing. He was skating towards Ramsey, but I jumped up to my feet, ignoring the pain in my knee, as I chased after the guy.   

The guy stole the puck from Ramsey and was bringing it out of the boards, with his head cast down. Without wasting a second, I threw my body against the guy, checking him hard into the boards.