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Title: Game, Set, Match
Author: Kloe Hart (HartBeat)
This story contains mature subject matter and language. May not be suitable for all readers. However, if you enjoy slightly gut-wrenching themes... read on. Not that I'm setting standards for myself or anything.. :S
Portman's POV/
I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock buzzing persistantly in my ear.
"Uhh,"Five A.M. Clearly coach Orion had never been a teenage boy. Didn't he know we need our sleep? How can he expect us to mantain a B average when he schedules six A.M practices every other day, excluding Sundays every three weeks. Jesus.
I hauled myself out of bed and looked over at my roommate's pile of sheets. Fulton was already up. Crazy kid. And he managed to do well in school too. Lucky bastard, everything came easily to Fulton.
I contemplated showering quick before practice but in the end decided to use the arena showers afterward. I'd just end up sweaty and discusting again anyway. Monday morning practices were brutal. Orion must put speed in his coffee or somthing.
I slipped on a pair of ripped jeans and my Skull Crushers shirt, grabbed my bad and left the dorm room.
Out in the hallway I nearly collided with Adam Banks. Banksie was a good kid, played good hockey.
"Whoa, sorry man," I said, side stepping to avoid crashing into him.
"Hmm? Oh, no problem," he yawned and we both preceded down the hallway.
"You look dead beat man," I said, noting the large black circles under his eyes.
"What? Yeah. Huge math test today, I stayed up almost all night studying."
I nodded, "Yeah, I have a test today too... didn't study though."
Adam laughed but it turned into another yawn.
"Oh did you hear the news?" he asked me, his bright blue eyes suddenly full of excitment.
"No..." I looked at him curiosly. What news?
"There's going to be a huge hockey tournament down in Detroit next month and I heard this coach, Wilson, was looking for players from our school!"
"Sweet!" I said, brightening up a bit myself, it'd be sweet to get away from this school for a little bit to play some hockey, "Who's this coach?"
"All I know is his name is Wilson. Ned, or Steve or somthing... but anyway.. he played a few years of professional hockey before retiring to become a coach. He doesn't have a team yet and wants to try his hand at coaching with this tournie.. cool huh?"
"Yeah, it's wicked..."
Oh man, wouldn't it be awesome if maybe Fulton and I could get onto this tournie team, head down to Detroit. It'd be kind of like the Goodwill Games all over again only more NHL like, less Olympic style.
Adam and I opened the door to the rink. Pretty much everyone else was already on the ice. We quickly changed into our pads and skated out to join them. Luckily we got there just as Orion burst through the door, skates already on his feet.
"Alright, listen up!" he shouted, he turned slightly sideways and slowed to a stop in front of us, "If you've checked the new schedule on the inside of the changing room doors you'll have noticed that we have a BIG game against Varsity coming up. Three weeks. That's not a lot of time to shape up."
I let out a little groan, and could hear my fellow teammates do the same. Whenever coach said anything along the lines of 'not a lot of time to shape up' it meant we'd be working our asses raw.
"Also!" he continued, raising his voice slightly, "As some of you might have heard..."
He stopped suddenly when the heavy sound of the rink door opening and shutting could be heard. Everyone turned their heads.
A tall, dirty blonde girl skated onto the ice, no pads, just jeans and a hoodie.
"Well, Miss Lewis, nice of you to join us." Orion said coolly as the girl slid to a stop, sending a small amount of spray at us.
"Sorry, not a morning person." She said. It was hard to tell if there was attitued in that statement or not. Appearantly Orion was having the same thoughts.
"And where are your pads?" he asked, crossing his arms.
"Lost em'," she said, examining the underside of her fingernails.
"And how exactly do you plan to play hockey? Nevermind, after practice you can go to the office and order a new set, put the order under my name. You can pay me back as part of your competition fees,"
The girl nodded without looking at coach. Shit, this girl had some ice.
Orion turned back to the rest of us.
"Anyway, team, this is you're newest member. Ashley Lewis. Ashley, these are the Eden Hall Ducks."
Ashley looked up and flashed us all the 'rock on' sign. Girl's got class.
"So... as I was saying, some of you might have heard already, but there is going to be a Tournament in Detriot at the end of next month. Steven Wilson, former pro, is looking for a team. He already has some players lined up from other schools but he says he wouldn't mind some good old Eden talent. If you are not interested, let me know. Otherwise these next few weeks will be like an audition. Depending on how hard you work, and your attitued (he looked sideways at Ashley), you may find yourself on a bus to Detroit."
He smiled slightly.
"Alright, Miss Lewis, since you won't be doing anything short of cheering today without pads, you can grab the nets and set em up for us... everyone else, ten laps!"
Everybody groaned but we skated the laps. As I fell into my usual pace Fulton caught up and skated along side me.
"She's pretty cute huh?" he said, elbowing me and grinning like an idiot.
"Yeah," I looked over my shoulder. Nice ass, that's for sure.
Fulton's POV/
"Yuck," I cringed as I pulled my sticky, sweaty shirt off and stepped under the shower.
"Practice was harsh," I heard Portman say from somewhere around the corner.
"No kidding."
"But that tournie is gonna be sweet, I'm planning on going,"
"Yeah," I laughed, "I'd love to, but right now, I'd really like to go back to bed,"
"Amen to that," Portman said again, he poked his head around the corner.
"Pervert," I laughed at him, knowing perfectly well that he was as straight as a line.
Just then the changing room door opened and I got the rudest shock of my life.
"Excuse me, everyone else is gone, could one of you tell me where the office is?"
It was Ashley Lewis. In the boys shower room. And there was me. Ass naked. In front of Ashley.
"Holy fuck, what are you doing in here!" I sort of shrieked at her. I felt my face turn red and my hands flew down to a less revealing position under the hot water. My gaze flew to Portman, he was clearly about to explode from laughter.
"Hmm..." Ashley did a quick scan of my totally embarrased naked body before turning to a fully clothed Portman.
"Could you help me?"
"Yeah, sure," Portman said, coughing to cover up his laughter. The two of them started to leave. Portman turned his head over his shoulder and stuck his tongue out at me, silently laughing.
"Shove it" I mouthed at him. After they had left I turned off the water and got dressed. What a great start to the week.
Okay guys.. so that's chapter 1. Hope you enjoyed! Please Review, it's what keeps me going.. and trust me.. there is more to come.
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