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Tampa
Julie's POV
I couldn't believe the things Adam had said to me. I never would have thought that he could be so cold hearted. I boarded the plane without looking back. If Adam can't support me, then I don't need him. I'll just find someone better in Tampa …someone who will support me and not act like a complete jackass. I looked out the window as the plane took off. Oh, who am I kidding? I'll never find anyone I love as much as I do Adam. What the hell have I done? Wait a minute Julie…You didn't do anything. He did this remember. He is the one who completely over reacted over nothing. He's the one who called you a bitch, not the other way around. He doesn't deserve you. But then again, he does care for me more then anyone else ever has. But then, why did he act the way he did? I'm so confused. Why do boys have to be so damned complicated?
I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep. I was having such a wonderful dream about Adam and the way things used to be when the stupid flight attendant had to wake me up. "We're here Miss."
"Oh, um, sorry." I told her as I rose from my seat and headed off the plane. I looked around the airport and I finally saw a man holding a sign with my name on it.
"Miss Gaffney, I will be your chauffer. Mr. Feaster sent me here to pick you up."
"Who's that?"
"The general manager of course." He told me. "I have to get you to your press conference or he is going to have my head."
The guy drove like a maniac, but he got me to the arena in one piece. The press was already there waiting on me and I was dragged up onto the podium. The lights from the flashing cameras blinded me as the questions started flying my way.
"How does it feel to be the first women ever drafted into the NHL?"
"It feels great." I answered honestly. It would feel better if Adam were here next to me, supporting me. "I am so honored to be the woman who breaks through the gender barrier."
"Are you glad to be leaving the cold weather of Boston ?"
"I actually like the cold weather. It's really the only thing I've ever known, as I lived in Maine and Minnesota prior to Boston ."
"How do you see yourself fitting in with the Lighting?"
"I see myself fitting in very well. The Lighting lost their starting goalie during free agency and I hope that I will be able to step in and maybe compete for a starting spot."
"Aren't you afraid of getting hurt while playing with the men?"
"Why should I be?" I answered. "I have been playing with and against boys my entire life. They don't intimidate me in the least bit." Except for Adam. Now I'll have to go against him and he is the only person that has been able to consistently score against me. I hope our first game isn't against Boston .
"Isn't it true that you are romantically involved with Adam Banks from the Bruins? How is that going to affect you?"
"I don't see where my personal relationships have anything to do with my playing for the Lighting."
The questions seemed to go on forever before I was finally taken back to my hotel room. I missed Adam terribly and I didn't want to do anything but sleep. I didn't know how I was going live without him. Why did I have to tell him that we were over?
My longing for Adam grew stronger over the next couple of weeks. Summer practice was finally starting and I thought I was doing quite well. Those men were no match for my goal stopping abilities. I wanted to be able to call Adam up and tell him how well I was doing. Unfortunately, I couldn't bring myself to do it.
I pulled out the picture of Adam I kept in my change purse. "What went so wrong?" I asked, as a tear fell down my face. This was the way it was every night, I cried myself to sleep. It was at this point that I knew what I had to do.
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