Hockey Rivalry

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: this is a fictional story. Some events may not line up with real life events. Ex. How Alex Johnson does not exist in the NHL.
!!This book also talks about eating disorders!!

Lia
"And Barkov scores! Winning this game for the Panthers!" The announcer yells.

The goal horn blares through the tv and sounds through the house. I jump up and fist pump the air. I do a little celly along with the hockey players on tv.

As soon as I plop back down on the couch my dad comes barging through the door. He's home from hockey practice.

"How was lacrosse today?" He asks walking past the living room into the kitchen.

"Could've been better."

"What happened today?"

"I kept missing shots."

"You may not have practice tomorrow but I'm bringing you to the rink so you can practice passing, catching, and shooting."

"Okay."

I pick up my lax bag and drag it up the stairs with me.

I make it to my room and throw my bag in the corner.

My room is an off white color and it has a lacrosse stick with a ball sitting in it in every corner. You know, just Incase. I have a a white and gold tapestry hanging on one wall and a tapestry with a pineapple on it hanging on another wall. My bed sits in the middle of my room and it is a constant mess. On one wall I have my desk witch sits between to door to my closet and the door to my bathroom. Another has my vanity along with a full body mirror next to it.

Typical teenage girl room. I also really like pineapples.

I face plant onto my bed, thankful it's finally winter break.

I stand up from my bed and walk over to my bathroom.

I shut the door and stand in front of my mirror. I take my wavy dyed half blond hair out of the messy ponytail it was in and rip the headband out of my hair. I shake my hair out as the pain from the previous ponytail it was in starts to relieve itself. I then brush my teeth. Once I'm done brushing my teeth I strip off my practice clothes, ew sweaty. I then take my glasses off and place them gently on the counter.

I connect my phone to my shower speakers and blast my throwback playlist.

I hop in the shower and clean off the gunk from today.

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I take my hand and skim over my clothes to try and find something to wear.

I feel hands wrap around my waist. My heart drops a little at the fact that the only thing I have on is a towel, and the fact that I didn't hear this person get in my room.

"Hey babe." Jake says as he brings his hand up to my shoulder and runs it down my arm.

"Hi." I squeak, "can I get dressed?"

He grabs my hand and brings it up to his mouth.

"I like you better like this."

I playfully roll my eyes. Jake kisses my hand making me shiver. I feel uncomfortable.

"Jake, seriously. I'm tired."

"Okay, okay." He says, "I'll go put on a movie."

He walks into my room leaving me with my clothes.

I pick out a pair of flannel shorts and a Brandy Melville New York top. Thankful the top covers my stomach and overlaps the top of my pants.

I walk out of my closet and walk over to my desk. I grab my hairbrush and brush my hair. I push my glasses up my nose and look at Jake through the mirror. I think about how nice looking he is. How soft his dirty blonde hair is. How his light pink lips form a pout every time he rests his face. How his green eyes always throw me off guard. He's on his phone while the movie plays on the tv.