Note: Short part I know. But it'll do right?

Someone's Watching

When we got back to our dorms, we found the rest of the team sitting outside talking to Jan. "Ah there are the rest of the ducks." He said as soon as he saw the four of us. "Enjoying California?"

I wasn't sure how to answer that. I mean we were here to play hockey not go to Hollywood and sight see. Jesse answered before I could. "Yeah California's great."

"Good, good." Jan said. "You should be enjoying yourselves. You may be here to play hockey but you should also have fun. Well I must go find your coach. I will see all of you later." He said as he got up and walked away.

"Where were you guys?" Charlie asked Jesse and I.

"We went to Hollywood to see the Hollywood Walk of Fame." Jesse said.

I really need to get some Tylenol because I am no longer focusing on the conversation the pain is getting bad again. I think they were talking about the three Icelanders we ran into. I quickly excused myself and hurried back to the dorm room. Luckily, no one was following me. I took the two Tylenol then unwrapped my wrist. I was getting tired of people staring at it.

I lay down on the bed for awhile. Maybe sleep would help ease the pain.

***
I woke up with a start three hours later. I woke after I heard a thump. Jesse, Charlie, Averman, and Guy were talking quietly as far away from me as they could. Averman tripped over Charlie's hockey stick, which for unknown reasons had been lying in the middle of the floor. I happily noted my wrist didn't hurt as much as it did when I had lain down.

"Sleeping beauty's finally awake." Averman said. I threw a pillow, with my left hand, at him, which caused him to throw it back at me.

Before I knew it, we were all in a pillow fight. This did not help my wrist since Guy accidentally hit me in the right arm. I hid the fact that it had jarred my wrist. "Truce!" I finally called ducking away from Charlie's pillow. None of them seemed to hear me. They continued with the pillow fight. Jesse was hitting Averman with the pillow and Guy was trying to hit Charlie with a pillow.

Dwayne, Goldberg, Kenny, and Luis came into the room to see what all the noise was. They stared at us as if we had all lost our minds. Didn't they have a pillow fight a couple nights ago? They disappeared and came back with their own pillows.

I slipped out of the room grabbing my hockey stick and a street puck. No one noticed. They were all busy with their pillow fight. I had to test my wrist. I needed to be alone without anyone watching. I found a quiet corner. I would know if someone were coming. But they wouldn't be able to see me that well.

I took aim and hit the puck against the wall with one hand. It did not go as well as I had hoped it would. Then I tried it with both hands and pain shot through my wrist all over again. I practiced with my left hand. But I wasn't hitting it as hard as I usually do. I'm not used to playing with one hand.

I leaned against the wall in frustration. I felt tears streaming down my eyes. This just couldn't be happening. This was my chance to be noticed. My career in hockey was resting on my playing well. The scouts were going to decide on me here. I needed to do well for my father. I slumped to the ground and cried.

I felt like someone was watching so I quickly wiped away the tears. I walked away from the corner and looked around but couldn't find anyone.

***
Bet you are wondering who was watching. Uh can't tell you...yet.