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Sam Evans was a prominent player and captain for the hockey team, the Los Angeles King. Hell, it was even argued that he was the best player of his generation. He had been playing hockey since he was eight years old and continued playing competitively in college before being drafted into the league at twenty-one years old. Now he was twenty-four, and his team was about to open up their season against the Nashville Predators on LA turf, and Sam was not about to lose to Nashville on his home turf. His coach, Roz Washington, was going over the game plan as his team was listening intentively in the locker room. While Coach Roz was an Olympic swimmer, she also played hockey competitively, and she became the coach during Sam's rookie season and together, they had managed to snag two champions. So this year, they were working on being 3-peat champions this year.
"Let's go out there and play the game we know and win. Let's kick some Predator ass and show them why we are the Kings of LA!" Roz cheered, causing the men to cheer along and jog out of the locker room, but she pulled Sam back.
"Evans, I know you are working your ass off to make sure we get that trophy for a third time but remember, keep that temper in check," Roz explained. It was no secret that Sam had the worst temper on the team. He was known to start arguments with players that ended with punches and started screaming at refs and paparazzi. However, Roz knew the only way they could be 3-peaters this year was if she kept her star player in check.
"I'll do my best," Sam replied.
"Fish lips, don't test. You know I don't have a problem with benching my star player for the greater good of the team," Roz said. Sam nodded his head and jogged out with the rest of his team as they hit the ice for warmups. As they were doing the warmups, Sam's eyes headed over to the other team as they did their warmups. He turned toward his teammate and best friend, Mike Chang.
"Aiming for three bottle rockets, and I already see two benders on the ice already." Sam joked.
Mike rolled his eyes, "Just keep that temper in check, Evans."
Mercedes was in the breakroom drinking water before she had to sing the National Anthem at the game tonight. She wasn't the biggest hockey fan, but she knew enough to know what was going on. Her manager, Sue Sylvester, had booked this for her due to the release of her album Mercy Lyrics. The album had only been out for a month, and her sales were already at the million mark. She was happy because the label hadn't had much faith in her, being that it was her first album ever, but she was breaking the barriers. Sue had promised her that everything was going to be okay as long as she was manager, and she was going to make sure that Mercedes would have a second album out and a tour lineup shortly thereafter her first album.
"Alright, I need you to start heading down to the ice. The warm-ups are over. Also, I forgot to tell you, but your soundcheck went well." Sue commented as she came into the room to collect Mercedes. Mercedes had finished placing on her tennis shoes and her silver earrings and checked herself out in the mirror. She had decided to wear an oversized LA Kings jersey with a pair of black straight-leg jeans, as her hair was in a ponytail with two tendrils hanging out. Mercedes was only twenty-three years old, so her wardrobe represented that majority of the time. She likes the youthful look and wardrobe that Sue lets her have fun with at small events like this.
"Ok, great, how are the sales looking for the album?" Mercedes asked.
Sue looked at her iPad," You're up by three percent, and they are projected that you will hit another million two weeks from now."
"I love those numbers, do you think the label will let me go on tour with only one album?" Mercedes questioned.
Sue answered, "Maybe, but I think they would want you to add more discography to it, so we will see. A couple of featured songs and a couple of more singles, and you'll be able to go on a small tour, and then once you release your second album, we will head onto a worldwide tour." Mercedes smiled to herself, and she was so excited by this information. She had been singing since she was four, and now she had finally had her big break. Granted, she did background vocals in college, but this was her first time stepping out into the spotlight, and so far, she is enjoying it. She was on top of the world, and nothing was going to stop her.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please stand for the National Anthem sung by overnight sensation Mercedes Jones." The emcee announced. Mercedes lifted the mic to her mouth and just sang.
Sam had stood, and while he hadn't heard of Mercedes before this, he was definitely intrigued. It was a beautiful melody when she sang, and he knew a lot of people were not able to master the National Anthem. However, she could, he got a look at her, and she looked sexy. The jersey fell off of her shoulder the right way, and even though she tried to hide it, he could see that she had curves for days. When she was done singing, he made a mental note to get her number and buy her album once this game was over.
After Mercedes was done singing, she was escorted to her seat to watch the game, and when she saw Sam step out on the ice, she thought he was sexy and attractive. She had seen him on Twitter whenever he had broken the internet by breaking someone's jaw. She thought of him as unhinged, while others simply argued that he was just passionate. However, he seemed like a few screws were loose, but that didn't take away from his sexiness.
Once the whistle blew, Sam was in game mode. He grabbed the puck quickly and skated by the opponents in a frenzy; out of the corner of his eyes, he saw someone about to ram him into the wall. He quickly passed the puck to Mike before skating to the opposite side, letting the man run straight into the wall. Mike passed the puck back to Sam, and Sam ripped his stick and scored a goal, making the crowd scream. He looked in the stands and saw Mercedes, and he did a small wink at her even though she probably couldn't see it due to his headgear. He skated back to his position.
The game had been going well, and LA Knights had been leading by a score of 4-0. It was only five minutes left in the half, and surprisingly, Sam had managed to control his temper for a long time. However, Matt Rutherford of the Predators decided to completely body-check Sam after he already passed the puck. Sam took it as a sign of disrespect, and before anyone could catch him, Sam threw off his headgear and tackled Rutherford to the ground. He started screaming obscenities at him before he was pulled off by a predator player who slung him down. Sam stood again and punched that player in the face before Mike grabbed him and pulled him to the bench as the ref broke up the remaining players. The ref had made the executive call to keep Sam and Matt off the ice and off the bench, so Sam had to go stick out the rest of the game in the locker room.
He had slammed his gear in his locker and snatched off his skates when Roz walked in.
"What the hell was that Evans?" Roz yelled as Sam started stripping out of his uniform, "I told you to cool that damn temper of yours, and you couldn't even go a full game."
"What the fuck, Roz he started with me. Matt knew what the fuck he was doing." Sam argued.
"And you let him look, hit the showers, cool off, and come to the after-show panel," Roz commanded. Sam cursed to himself once Roz left but did as he was told and hopped in the shower. He threw on his practice jersey and a pair of jeans before heading to the after-show panel. He answered a few questions, and his temper was brought up, but he brushed the question off and moved on. After a post-game meeting with the team, he headed out of the facility into the parking lot and saw Mercedes Jones leaning against a van and scrolling through her phone. He smiled and walked up to her.
"Beautiful singing today, Ms. Jones." Sam complimented.
"Thanks, and you played well tonight, Mr. Evans," Mercedes replied.
"Ah, even with my temper?" Sam questioned.
"Well, I don't find it attractive, but maybe someone more your speed does." She answered honestly.
Sam chuckled, "It's just a temper. I can control it."
Mercedes scoffed, "If socking Matt in his face is your way of controlling it, then I would hate to see how you are uncontrolled."
"Well, do you think I could get your number?" Sam questioned. Before Mercedes could answer, Sue approached them and looked Sam up and down.
"Sam Evans, resident hottie and hockey hot-head, is there a reason you are speaking to my client?" Sue asked.
"I was trying to get your client's number," Sam answered.
"Yeah, no, Mercedes was here to sing the national anthem, not get the mack down by a man who can't handle a little rough-housing. Let's go, Merce." Sue said. Mercedes shrugged her shoulders at Sam before getting in the car along with Sue. The car peeled off, leaving Sam in the parking lot as he headed to his car.
Mercedes was listening to Sue as she scrolled through her Instagram, looking at all the footage and what the fans had to say. As she was scrolling, a notification popped up that she received a like and a follow from one Sam Evans. More than that, he also sent her a DM.
TheRealSamE.: Not a huge fan of your manager
MercedesSings: She had a point. You are a hot-head
TheRealSamE.: Let me take you out on a date?
MercedesSings: Not interested, sorry. 3
Sam read the message, "Oh, this is going to be fun." He smirked to himself.
