Hi! Wow I can not believe it's been two years since I've touched this story, and even odder is how much of this story was stored on my phone.. Seriously thought I lost everything when my computer decided to died on me. Anyways I have enough to post a couple chapters, however the timeline is going to switch between present day and high school days (just look at the top for when it says college or high school).
College life
I laugh as recall my first time meeting Derek and Casey, and how along it seems. I arrive earlier for practice to get a jump start on laps. I'm halfway through my set when Derek comes waltzing through, with two of our teammates, Trent and Connor. I pretend to ignore them even as Derek calls out my name. Practice doesn't go any better. Normally Derek and I, are like a fluid pair some how always able to find each in the drills. Instead I team up with Angelo, who turns out to be just as good of a shot as Derek. Though a much bigger perv.
Coach calls for a water break. We all drop our sticks and skate over to our bags. Mine happens to be on the other side of rink, away from everyone. I bend over into my bag, searching for the water bottle I had tossed in earlier. "Where is the stupid thing," I mumble. I hear a pair of skates screech behind me.
It's probably Derek, trying to apologize again. He practically blew up my phone last night saying sorry. Which I'm going to be honest, I did overact because he caught me off guard. Usually I'll trade a couple suggestive jabs with Derek, while no one is around. It's just a thing we do, especially since use to date.
"Nice work out there partner," says a voice that's certainly not Derek. "Thanks, Angelo." I reply, trying to sound nice. I had heard a rumor that he was a talker, particularly with women. "You're welcome, Princess." He coos.
I huff and roll my eyes at the comment. Being the only woman on an all male hockey team, didn't come without it's drawbacks. I maybe one of the best on the team, but as soon as I take off my helmet. The filter between the mouth and brain, vanishes, for at least half the team. Coach had warned me this was going to happen, when I petitioned to join last fall. Which is why I took certain precautions, hence leaving my stuff across the rink some days and the separate locker room.
"Who are you callin- ouch what the fuck," I holler, so loud that everyone in the rink can hear me. The grimy bastard just smacked my ass.
My blood is boiling as I turn around to face him. As my gaze reaches his, I've already imagined killing him ten different ways. "You have a wonderful ass, baby. Just thought it deserved a little attention." He says smirking. I lunge forward hoping to wipe that stupid smirk off his face, only to see him being dragged on the ice by a very pissed off Derek. Both guys tussle, swapping blows to the head and anywhere else they can reach. Derek manages to gain the upper hand, pinning him down to the ice.
"Don't you ever touch her again!" He screams, his voice making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
Derek calls everyone out on the ice, still keeping Angelo pinned under him. "Listen now and listen good." Derek's eyes meeting everyone's one by one," If any of you and I don't care who, touches her or calls her anything besides her name. You will personal answer to me. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, captain." Everyone answers in unison.
Derek let's go of Angelo and watches him scurry over to join the rest of the team. The tension is so thick that you could cut it with a knife. Not even the coaches know what to do next. Everyone is looking at Derek, wondering what his next move would be. I was over the entire display. It's not like I don't appreciate what Derek did because I do. Not one single person, on any of the all male teams I've played has ever spoken out about this issue. Over the years I just learned to deal with it, Angelo wasn't the worse. What happened to that guy, well.., it pays to have a father in the military.
I move from my position on the ice and make my way back to my gear. The last thing I want is to be treated special for the rest of practice. Seriously is it that hard to act civilized around someone of the opposite sex? Do lines really need to be established from the get go? You don't see me wanting to jump everyone's bones. Well maybe one, but that's a story for another time.