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Lindas POV

I stood up, leaving my lunch on the table infront of me, a quick scrambled apology to my friends, and walked quickly to the exit the hall. I don't think anyone noticed me leaving. Except Charlie, he turned around. I looked quickly backwards. For a breif second, he caught my eye, but turned around when that.....that slut whispered in his ear. I headed towards the door again, wiping the single tear that was working its way down my cheek. I pushed through the doors and ran down the hallway till i got to the toilets. I rushed into a cubicle and slumped onto the floor. The tears were flooding my eyes untill the door opened. I heard it creak. I swear I did. So i wiped my face as best as i could, and slowly opened the door – Only to stumble into the arms of a guy. A hot, blond, tall, muscly guy. –

"I'm sorry." He said backing away. "I just heard crying and I....I should go." I fell back into the tears again..... "Hey, hey, he-ey..."He comforted me. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing...sorry" I said quickly and rushed out of the door, back down the corridor and sprinted across the – now busy – quad to my dorm. Where i crawled into bed and began to sob.

Matts POV

I lookd up to the stands, where the crowds were egerly taking their seats for the beggining of the match, occasionally shouting encouragements to the home and away teams.

"I can't see her...." I said quietly to Zach.

"I bet you didn't even invite her...." He grinned. "Oh wait.....maybe not." He muttered.

I look to where hes pointing, a girl was making her way through the shuffling crowds. To the empty seat, that she probably didn't know was the best in house, overlooking center ice.

"And she bought her body guard...." He laughed again. And at which point i saw the huge guy sitting next to her. Tall and packed with muscle but in a sort of 'I dont even try to get this way' kinda way. He was wearing jeans, an abercrombie shirt and a red and white letterman jacket.

"Dude. Looks like you have some competition." Luis said before skating back to the bench.

"Fuck. Whos that?" I said quietly.

"Did she say she was bringing someone, a boyfriend?" Zach asked.

I shook my head."She's brand new here, the only person she knows from before is her brother."

"Ahh. There is hope for you and your english hottie." Before he added under his breath, "Or maybe me and her." Well I'm pretty sure i heard it anyway.

I watched her as she pushed her hair from her face, and looks around. I turned away, so she wouldnt see me staring. "God, shes stunning" I thought to myself. Brown hair, big brown eyes, small waist, great ti.... That's when she started waving, she'd seen me.

She's smiling. But as I check behind me, i realise she's actually waving at captain ducky – You happens to be grinning like no-bodys buisness – behind me. Cringe.

I skated to center ice and take my place on the right for the face off. A quick look back to Sophie, she gave me a thumbs up, i smiled to myself and got my head in the game (its very cliche' but its true). Flexing my grip on the stick, licking the mouthguard in my mouth – It's pink. Zach's little joke to me, last season, he stole my mouthguard and replaced it with a bright pink one. But we won the game, and the team decided it was our team mascot, or lucky charm. And now.... i have to wear it every game. Hockey players are alot more supersticious than most people would guess – I wiggle my toes and wait for the puck.

39 minutes later. 8-0. Goldie's on a winning streak. One minute left aproximately, we're at face off because Zach just scored. We touched gloves and he took me by the shoulders, "Dude, you have a girl watching you, a hot girl!" He looked me in the eyes. "A hot english girl! You have to score, in both ways." He winked at me and started to skate away, "If you don't, I will." Yeah, I thought to myself, unless Charlie gets there first.

The black and white blur drops the puck onto the ice and the buzzer sounds. At center ice, the other team's center takes a swipe at it...but Charlie gets there first, and he sends it back to Fulton and Portman. We all gather behind them for the flying V.

We make our way down the ice, passing it to the front over the blue lines. Now our Flying V is a bit different to the traditional mighty ducks formation. That V doesnt give any room for error, i suppose, so we only use the 3 forwards in the actual V, then the defencemen on each side, checking anyone who gets in our way. Portman's like a bulldozer.

So, we got to the crease, and the've only got one player left infront of us, the goalie. I've seen his videos, he's good but, we know his weak side, stick side. The puck is passed between Me and Connie, she sails it to Charlie. One chance to slap it, and it just worked. It flew past the goalie as he watched his team lose, just as the buzzer sounds for the end of the match. A loud cheer goes up from the crowd and the team piles onto the ice in a sea of green, purple and white. "Charlie. Charlie." They cheer.

I look up to where Sophie is sitting, but she's not sitting, shes standing clapping, she's looking straight past me with those eyes, those big brown-green eyes, straight at Charlie.