Chapter 1
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Lizzie rolled over and groaned trying to drown out the sounds of her persistent alarm clock. She was now twenty one and was eager to finish her last year of college a the University of Michigan with her best friends, well best friend, and boyfriend of seven years, Gordo. Miranda had gone to UCLA back home. She slammed her hand down on her clock.
Groaning, she heaved herself out of bed and went to take a shower. After she had taken a shower and got dressed she still had about two hours left until her first class. I'm gonna go see how Gordo's doing, she thought heading down to the campus ice rink. During highschool, Gordo had discovered that he was pretty good at hockey, playing on the high school team and even teaching Lizzie how to skate in hopes of her joining the team. Lizzie laughed at the memories.
FLASHBACK
"Come on, Lizzie. We really need you right now," Gordo pleaded. Lizzie looked at the clock. The score was tied three to three with five minutes left in the third period of the high school state finals. Almost all of Gordo's teammates had been taking out of the game with injuries. They were one player short of a line. "Gordo, I can't skate!" she protested. "Yes, you can! I saw you myself when we went on that skating date last week," he argued. Lizzie sighed, all her excuses had been washed down the drain. "Where's the equipment?" she said giving into her boyfriends pleading eyes.
"Yes, thank you so much!" he said giving her a quick kiss and leading her to the locker room. Ten minutes later she walked out with the full gear on and suddenly having a new found respect for the players who had to walk in this equipment almost every day. "I owe you so much," he whispered in her ear as they walked out onto the ice. "Okay, Lizzie, hears the play," he said suddenly switching from boyfriend to teammate mode, "we're down at the other teams offensive zone, so I need you to be left wing. I'm center so I'll pass the puck to you and you ice it," he said.
"Gordo," she said, "I have no idea what that means." Gordo sighed but was still patient, "When I pass you the puck, hit it to the other end of the ice." She nodded, "Okay." They lined up on the circle and Lizzie bit her lip nervously, she couldn't let Gordo down. The ref dropped the puck and Gordo quickly passed it to Lizzie. She froze up. "Lizzie, ice it!" Gordo called trying to block the other team from getting to her. Panicking she quickly sent the puck from the stick to the other side of the rink and the ref blew his whistle for a face off.
"Good job, Lizzie," Gordo said, "Now, since we're going to be in there zone, I want you to shoot the puck as soon as I get it to you. There's only six seconds left on the clock, so no hesitations! Okay?" Lizzie shook her head, "Why do I have to shoot it?" she asked. "Because they don't expect you to shoot it," he explained, "Come on, I know you can do it." She smiled and nodded her head acting more confident then she really felt.
Again they lined up and the ref dropped the puck and Gordo hid it to her. She lined herself up with the net and dropped the puck back on her stick. She quickly glanced at the clock, five seconds. She swept the puck across the ice. Four seconds. The puck was sailing towards the net. Three seconds. The goalie dropped. Two seconds. The puck sailed past his blocker. One second. The puck hit the net. Bbbzzzzzzzzzzz!
"I did it?" she said in disbelief. "You did it, you did it!" Gordo said embracing her. Lizzie threw off her helmet letting her golden hair fall to the sides. The roar of the crowd was deafening. People were actually pouring onto the ice to congratulate the team. "You were great," Gordo said kissing her until they were interuppted. "Hey, Gordon! Stop kissing your team mates!" Gordo's friend Jerry joked. And they all laughed.
End Flashback
Lizzie was still smiling when she walked into the ice rink. He was walking off the ice so he must have just finished. But before she could greet him another girl bounced over to him and she could see him roll his eyes as hers turned to slits. It was Rose Jefferson. She had been hitting on Gordo ever since she saw him at a hockey game. "Hey, Gordo," she purred, "I hear your one of the top college hockey players in the US. I just checked it on the internet." Lizzie started to walk over to them before she gave her any more a chance to try and steal her boy friend.
"Hi, Honey," Lizzie said wrapping her arms around him. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Rose was not very happy. "Hi, Sweetie," Gordo said leaning in and giving her a short, sweet kiss. She turned in Roses direction and pretended like she had just noticed her, "Oh hi, Rose. I didn't see you there," she smiled. Without a word, she walked out of the rink with a look of fury on her face. They both laughed, "That never gets old," she said giving Gordo another kiss.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Lizzie rolled over and groaned trying to drown out the sounds of her persistent alarm clock. She was now twenty one and was eager to finish her last year of college a the University of Michigan with her best friends, well best friend, and boyfriend of seven years, Gordo. Miranda had gone to UCLA back home. She slammed her hand down on her clock.
Groaning, she heaved herself out of bed and went to take a shower. After she had taken a shower and got dressed she still had about two hours left until her first class. I'm gonna go see how Gordo's doing, she thought heading down to the campus ice rink. During highschool, Gordo had discovered that he was pretty good at hockey, playing on the high school team and even teaching Lizzie how to skate in hopes of her joining the team. Lizzie laughed at the memories.
FLASHBACK
"Come on, Lizzie. We really need you right now," Gordo pleaded. Lizzie looked at the clock. The score was tied three to three with five minutes left in the third period of the high school state finals. Almost all of Gordo's teammates had been taking out of the game with injuries. They were one player short of a line. "Gordo, I can't skate!" she protested. "Yes, you can! I saw you myself when we went on that skating date last week," he argued. Lizzie sighed, all her excuses had been washed down the drain. "Where's the equipment?" she said giving into her boyfriends pleading eyes.
"Yes, thank you so much!" he said giving her a quick kiss and leading her to the locker room. Ten minutes later she walked out with the full gear on and suddenly having a new found respect for the players who had to walk in this equipment almost every day. "I owe you so much," he whispered in her ear as they walked out onto the ice. "Okay, Lizzie, hears the play," he said suddenly switching from boyfriend to teammate mode, "we're down at the other teams offensive zone, so I need you to be left wing. I'm center so I'll pass the puck to you and you ice it," he said.
"Gordo," she said, "I have no idea what that means." Gordo sighed but was still patient, "When I pass you the puck, hit it to the other end of the ice." She nodded, "Okay." They lined up on the circle and Lizzie bit her lip nervously, she couldn't let Gordo down. The ref dropped the puck and Gordo quickly passed it to Lizzie. She froze up. "Lizzie, ice it!" Gordo called trying to block the other team from getting to her. Panicking she quickly sent the puck from the stick to the other side of the rink and the ref blew his whistle for a face off.
"Good job, Lizzie," Gordo said, "Now, since we're going to be in there zone, I want you to shoot the puck as soon as I get it to you. There's only six seconds left on the clock, so no hesitations! Okay?" Lizzie shook her head, "Why do I have to shoot it?" she asked. "Because they don't expect you to shoot it," he explained, "Come on, I know you can do it." She smiled and nodded her head acting more confident then she really felt.
Again they lined up and the ref dropped the puck and Gordo hid it to her. She lined herself up with the net and dropped the puck back on her stick. She quickly glanced at the clock, five seconds. She swept the puck across the ice. Four seconds. The puck was sailing towards the net. Three seconds. The goalie dropped. Two seconds. The puck sailed past his blocker. One second. The puck hit the net. Bbbzzzzzzzzzzz!
"I did it?" she said in disbelief. "You did it, you did it!" Gordo said embracing her. Lizzie threw off her helmet letting her golden hair fall to the sides. The roar of the crowd was deafening. People were actually pouring onto the ice to congratulate the team. "You were great," Gordo said kissing her until they were interuppted. "Hey, Gordon! Stop kissing your team mates!" Gordo's friend Jerry joked. And they all laughed.
End Flashback
Lizzie was still smiling when she walked into the ice rink. He was walking off the ice so he must have just finished. But before she could greet him another girl bounced over to him and she could see him roll his eyes as hers turned to slits. It was Rose Jefferson. She had been hitting on Gordo ever since she saw him at a hockey game. "Hey, Gordo," she purred, "I hear your one of the top college hockey players in the US. I just checked it on the internet." Lizzie started to walk over to them before she gave her any more a chance to try and steal her boy friend.
"Hi, Honey," Lizzie said wrapping her arms around him. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Rose was not very happy. "Hi, Sweetie," Gordo said leaning in and giving her a short, sweet kiss. She turned in Roses direction and pretended like she had just noticed her, "Oh hi, Rose. I didn't see you there," she smiled. Without a word, she walked out of the rink with a look of fury on her face. They both laughed, "That never gets old," she said giving Gordo another kiss.