The Maze To Your Heart
Chapter One: Warm Ups.
Kris Letang’s POV
I was playing some pond hockey against my friends Elliot and Tristan as I saw the moving truck pull up next door. I heard there were only a couple of older guys moving in next door; I don’t really mind that much. Me and the guys were shooting around, but we stopped as we saw a figure coming over the hill. It was a girl, roughly my age and she was holding a stick and skates.
“I thought you said only boys were moving in,” Elliot spoke to me.
“I don’t know, that’s what my mom said,” I argued.
“Hey, can I play?” she asked politely.
“Girls can’t play hockey,” I rudely retorted.
“Better than you can.”
“Fine then, you and Tristan verses me and Elliot,” I said while pointing to the guys, and she shrugged while putting on her skates and taping her stick.
We let her start off with the puck, and she just danced around Elliot and I. It’s was actually embarrassing, but who ever thought she’d actually be good. We were playing for keeps, and Tristan turned it over to me, and I darted to the end to score.
“It’s first to three, by the way.” I passed to Elliot, and he missed the one timer. Tristan picked up the loose puck, passed it down to the girl, then she passed back to Tristan who got down on one knee to bat it in. It was still there puck after the goal, so she brought it up as I skated backwards trying to keep up.
She was about to snipe it in, and I knew for sure she was not going to miss it, so I pushed her down to ice. She laid there holding her cheek, as it was scratched and the blood was pouring down. I felt bad, but she just glared at me and got up. She untied her skates, and grabbed her stuff before walking over the hill and towards her house. She left us three in silence, none of us sure on what to do.
Next day
I waited outside of her house, damn; I don’t even want to be here I thought to myself. My mom was making me walk to school with her because it was her first day. I was shaken out of my thoughts as I heard the door open. She looked pretty.
“So how come you’re so good at hockey. Does your dad play?” I asked curious.
“No, I’m just good I guess.” She shrugged casually.
“I’m sorry about your cheek, by the way,” I apologized, awkwardly.
“It’s alright, I guess,” she spoke.
“You know, I never got your name,” I pointed out.
“I’m Mavel, and you are?” she asked.
“I’m Kristopher, nice to meet you. Hey, do you want to be my girlfriend?” I casually questioned.
“Um, alright.” She shrugged naturally, and she tends to shrug lots I noticed, well from the short time I have been around her.
“So, you have to do what I say and you have to walk with me everywhere,” I said.
“No I don’t, I’m going to do what I want. I don’t have to listen to you,” she retorted rudely.
“Fine then, you’re not my girlfriend,” I argued back.
“So, I don’t care, I’m a better hockey player than you,” she proudly said, as she shoved me a little.
“Yeah, you only wish.”
5 years later
Mavel’s POV
I sat there watching Kristopher’s bantam game, mostly because it was right after my game. I watched him glide, as it was a two on two. He was an amazing skater, and an amazing defender. I could see him going far in his career. I watched him take the puck from number 12, and go up and pass it to Elliot.
Elliot looked for an open pass, and saucer passed it over to Tyson. Kris snuck down closer to the net and took the pass from Tyson, and one-timed it in the net. He hugged and cheered with his teammates with a smile on his face, causing me to grin. I watched the rest of the game as Kristopher and his boys led in scoring. The final score ended with it being 4-2.
After the game, I waited around for Kris as he was in the locker room. Finally, he came out and grinned at me. “What’re you doing here, Mave?” he asked using my nickname.
“Just watching the game, got a problem?” I raised my eyebrow at him.
He raised his hands in surrender, “Not at all.”
“Do you want a ride? My brother’s here,” I asked.
“Uh, yeah sure,” he said and he followed me outside.
We walked outside, and found my brothers truck waiting in the front. He would usually pick me up; every now and then Kris would get a ride with us though. We both got in the back of the car because my brother’s friend Jerome was sitting up front.
“Hey Evander,” Kristopher said while fixing his seatbelt.
“How’d you do tonight’s game?” my brother Evander asked.
“1 goal, 1 assist.” He was surely proud of himself.
“Nice.”
“So, who are you playing for next season, Mavel?” Kristopher asked me.
“I don’t know, haven’t been approached yet,” I calmly said, but inside I was infuriated and I hated the topic. I was having an insane season, but my PIMS weren't helping my chances of getting an offer to play for any hockey team.
“I think it’s your hot temper,” he smirked.
“Oh, I have a hot temper? You’re the one that gave me this scar 5 years ago when you were about to lose,” I retorted while pointing to the scar on my jawline.
“You’re going to pull that old card? I also apologized 5 years ago,” he argued back.
“You guys argue way too much,” Jerome said with a laugh. Jerome was one of Evander’s friends.
1 month later
Our third round in the play off's and we were so close to the finals. We needed this win. This was last game of the series. I looked at the time four minutes in the third. The score was 4-2 in favour of the opposing team. I took a deep breath. I can do this, I thought to myself.
I went on for my shift. I took the pass from Belle in our own zone, and passed it to Holly who took it to the neutral zone. I stood at the blue line waiting for Holly to skate up, as soon as she passed it, I hustled for the pass. I took the beautiful saucer pass from Holly, quickly aimed and sniped it by the goalies ears.
I celebrated by pointing to Holly and doing our ritual. Two hand claps, then jumping up to bump each other. I was happy that I got my second goal of the night, and cut the lead to one with roughly three minutes left.
I sat on the bench watching the girls try tie up the game, a few moments later the girls hustled on offence to tie it up. We all slapped leather, sharing smiles and high fives. I felt my coach tap my shoulder to go on. I took a few breathes and remembered to D up. I couldn't let a goal in now. Not now, when there were so many scouts here looking for midget rookies.
We killed out some time by dumping it into their zone, and we fought hard. They passed it to the blue line and one of their defence took a shot, and it went right in blocker side. Magnon (Minnow) was pissed; she couldn't believe she let a dirty blue line through. With four seconds left in the third, we won the face off, but we just couldn't get it done. I couldn't believe it, after everything.
I cried, because this was the last chance for me to get picked up. I sat there in the locker room, hardly listening to our pissed off coach. He was yelling, and definitely mad. I didn't even feel like being in the locker room. I felt like being home and alone. After the rant of my coaches, I got undressed and put my regular clothes on after my shower.
As soon as I came out of the locker room, Kristopher took my bag and threw his arm around my shoulders. “It’s all right, you played a good game,” he comforted. This was Kristopher Letang for you; he could be a friend when needed, and then a total ass the next second.
“Yeah, I guess, I feel like I didn’t give it my all though." I was silent for a short time before speaking again, "I never got to congratulate you on your win the other day. You’re going to the finals, eh?” I said trying to change the subject.
“You played amazing, Mave. Oh, yeah thanks. I didn’t really help out that series though.” I knew he was just being modest, so he would make me somewhat better.
I chuckled to myself, as we walked towards the doors. “I guess you didn’t.”
“My dad’s here, he came to watch the last period,” he told me.
“Mr. Foquet’s here?” I was a little surprised.
“Yeah, he thought you could need another cheerleader. Though you have like a thousand,” he joked, which made me smile.
I got in the back of the car with Kris, noticing Christiane in the front next to Mr. Foquet. “It’s been a while Christiane and Mr. Foquet.”
“I told you to call me Claude,” he laughed a little.
“You played well out there, Mavel.”
“Not good enough to win,” I spoke.
“Don’t be so hard on yourself out there. You’re an amazing hockey player,” Christiane comforted.
“So who are you taking to the spring dance?" he asked. "Easton,” Kristopher self-answered. Even in a time like this, he always had something witty to say.
“Shut up.”
"Kristopher, be nice," His mom scolded.
He had a grin on his face. “Oh, that reminds me. Anna wanted me to give you this note,” I said while pulling out a piece of paper.
“Hey, let me see that,” he demanded, but I pulled it away from him, so I could read it first.
“Well, it says, Kris, I know that they’re lots of girls you could go to the dance with, but if you go with me I’ll leave you satisfied,” I said in a mocking tone.
“Anna, is that the girl in geo?” He asked.
"Kristopher, those kind of girls are nothing but trouble!" Christiane interrupted.
“I don’t know, I’m not in any of your classes, except gym.” I looked out the window as we got to our houses. "Anyways, good nights guys."
"Good night, Mavel," they chorused.
I grabbed my stuff and walked to my house, to find my mom in the living room. “So how did you do tonight?” she asked. She never liked coming to the games, but she would ask about it after all the time.
“2 goals, we’re out of the playoffs,” I quickly answered.
“Aw, I’m sorry Mave,” she said, whole-hearted.
“It’s okay.”
I laid in my bed. I couldn't sleep. I have been laying here for hours. Then, a thought came into mind. Kristopher, he's going in the QMJHL draft this summer. He'll be moving, doing greater things with his career, while I'll be here in Montreal. I'll be that chick that lived next door when he was a kid. I soon found myself asleep with the thoughts flooding my unfocused head.
I was playing some pond hockey against my friends Elliot and Tristan as I saw the moving truck pull up next door. I heard there were only a couple of older guys moving in next door; I don’t really mind that much. Me and the guys were shooting around, but we stopped as we saw a figure coming over the hill. It was a girl, roughly my age and she was holding a stick and skates.
“I thought you said only boys were moving in,” Elliot spoke to me.
“I don’t know, that’s what my mom said,” I argued.
“Hey, can I play?” she asked politely.
“Girls can’t play hockey,” I rudely retorted.
“Better than you can.”
“Fine then, you and Tristan verses me and Elliot,” I said while pointing to the guys, and she shrugged while putting on her skates and taping her stick.
We let her start off with the puck, and she just danced around Elliot and I. It’s was actually embarrassing, but who ever thought she’d actually be good. We were playing for keeps, and Tristan turned it over to me, and I darted to the end to score.
“It’s first to three, by the way.” I passed to Elliot, and he missed the one timer. Tristan picked up the loose puck, passed it down to the girl, then she passed back to Tristan who got down on one knee to bat it in. It was still there puck after the goal, so she brought it up as I skated backwards trying to keep up.
She was about to snipe it in, and I knew for sure she was not going to miss it, so I pushed her down to ice. She laid there holding her cheek, as it was scratched and the blood was pouring down. I felt bad, but she just glared at me and got up. She untied her skates, and grabbed her stuff before walking over the hill and towards her house. She left us three in silence, none of us sure on what to do.
Next day
I waited outside of her house, damn; I don’t even want to be here I thought to myself. My mom was making me walk to school with her because it was her first day. I was shaken out of my thoughts as I heard the door open. She looked pretty.
“So how come you’re so good at hockey. Does your dad play?” I asked curious.
“No, I’m just good I guess.” She shrugged casually.
“I’m sorry about your cheek, by the way,” I apologized, awkwardly.
“It’s alright, I guess,” she spoke.
“You know, I never got your name,” I pointed out.
“I’m Mavel, and you are?” she asked.
“I’m Kristopher, nice to meet you. Hey, do you want to be my girlfriend?” I casually questioned.
“Um, alright.” She shrugged naturally, and she tends to shrug lots I noticed, well from the short time I have been around her.
“So, you have to do what I say and you have to walk with me everywhere,” I said.
“No I don’t, I’m going to do what I want. I don’t have to listen to you,” she retorted rudely.
“Fine then, you’re not my girlfriend,” I argued back.
“So, I don’t care, I’m a better hockey player than you,” she proudly said, as she shoved me a little.
“Yeah, you only wish.”
5 years later
Mavel’s POV
I sat there watching Kristopher’s bantam game, mostly because it was right after my game. I watched him glide, as it was a two on two. He was an amazing skater, and an amazing defender. I could see him going far in his career. I watched him take the puck from number 12, and go up and pass it to Elliot.
Elliot looked for an open pass, and saucer passed it over to Tyson. Kris snuck down closer to the net and took the pass from Tyson, and one-timed it in the net. He hugged and cheered with his teammates with a smile on his face, causing me to grin. I watched the rest of the game as Kristopher and his boys led in scoring. The final score ended with it being 4-2.
After the game, I waited around for Kris as he was in the locker room. Finally, he came out and grinned at me. “What’re you doing here, Mave?” he asked using my nickname.
“Just watching the game, got a problem?” I raised my eyebrow at him.
He raised his hands in surrender, “Not at all.”
“Do you want a ride? My brother’s here,” I asked.
“Uh, yeah sure,” he said and he followed me outside.
We walked outside, and found my brothers truck waiting in the front. He would usually pick me up; every now and then Kris would get a ride with us though. We both got in the back of the car because my brother’s friend Jerome was sitting up front.
“Hey Evander,” Kristopher said while fixing his seatbelt.
“How’d you do tonight’s game?” my brother Evander asked.
“1 goal, 1 assist.” He was surely proud of himself.
“Nice.”
“So, who are you playing for next season, Mavel?” Kristopher asked me.
“I don’t know, haven’t been approached yet,” I calmly said, but inside I was infuriated and I hated the topic. I was having an insane season, but my PIMS weren't helping my chances of getting an offer to play for any hockey team.
“I think it’s your hot temper,” he smirked.
“Oh, I have a hot temper? You’re the one that gave me this scar 5 years ago when you were about to lose,” I retorted while pointing to the scar on my jawline.
“You’re going to pull that old card? I also apologized 5 years ago,” he argued back.
“You guys argue way too much,” Jerome said with a laugh. Jerome was one of Evander’s friends.
1 month later
Our third round in the play off's and we were so close to the finals. We needed this win. This was last game of the series. I looked at the time four minutes in the third. The score was 4-2 in favour of the opposing team. I took a deep breath. I can do this, I thought to myself.
I went on for my shift. I took the pass from Belle in our own zone, and passed it to Holly who took it to the neutral zone. I stood at the blue line waiting for Holly to skate up, as soon as she passed it, I hustled for the pass. I took the beautiful saucer pass from Holly, quickly aimed and sniped it by the goalies ears.
I celebrated by pointing to Holly and doing our ritual. Two hand claps, then jumping up to bump each other. I was happy that I got my second goal of the night, and cut the lead to one with roughly three minutes left.
I sat on the bench watching the girls try tie up the game, a few moments later the girls hustled on offence to tie it up. We all slapped leather, sharing smiles and high fives. I felt my coach tap my shoulder to go on. I took a few breathes and remembered to D up. I couldn't let a goal in now. Not now, when there were so many scouts here looking for midget rookies.
We killed out some time by dumping it into their zone, and we fought hard. They passed it to the blue line and one of their defence took a shot, and it went right in blocker side. Magnon (Minnow) was pissed; she couldn't believe she let a dirty blue line through. With four seconds left in the third, we won the face off, but we just couldn't get it done. I couldn't believe it, after everything.
I cried, because this was the last chance for me to get picked up. I sat there in the locker room, hardly listening to our pissed off coach. He was yelling, and definitely mad. I didn't even feel like being in the locker room. I felt like being home and alone. After the rant of my coaches, I got undressed and put my regular clothes on after my shower.
As soon as I came out of the locker room, Kristopher took my bag and threw his arm around my shoulders. “It’s all right, you played a good game,” he comforted. This was Kristopher Letang for you; he could be a friend when needed, and then a total ass the next second.
“Yeah, I guess, I feel like I didn’t give it my all though." I was silent for a short time before speaking again, "I never got to congratulate you on your win the other day. You’re going to the finals, eh?” I said trying to change the subject.
“You played amazing, Mave. Oh, yeah thanks. I didn’t really help out that series though.” I knew he was just being modest, so he would make me somewhat better.
I chuckled to myself, as we walked towards the doors. “I guess you didn’t.”
“My dad’s here, he came to watch the last period,” he told me.
“Mr. Foquet’s here?” I was a little surprised.
“Yeah, he thought you could need another cheerleader. Though you have like a thousand,” he joked, which made me smile.
I got in the back of the car with Kris, noticing Christiane in the front next to Mr. Foquet. “It’s been a while Christiane and Mr. Foquet.”
“I told you to call me Claude,” he laughed a little.
“You played well out there, Mavel.”
“Not good enough to win,” I spoke.
“Don’t be so hard on yourself out there. You’re an amazing hockey player,” Christiane comforted.
“So who are you taking to the spring dance?" he asked. "Easton,” Kristopher self-answered. Even in a time like this, he always had something witty to say.
“Shut up.”
"Kristopher, be nice," His mom scolded.
He had a grin on his face. “Oh, that reminds me. Anna wanted me to give you this note,” I said while pulling out a piece of paper.
“Hey, let me see that,” he demanded, but I pulled it away from him, so I could read it first.
“Well, it says, Kris, I know that they’re lots of girls you could go to the dance with, but if you go with me I’ll leave you satisfied,” I said in a mocking tone.
“Anna, is that the girl in geo?” He asked.
"Kristopher, those kind of girls are nothing but trouble!" Christiane interrupted.
“I don’t know, I’m not in any of your classes, except gym.” I looked out the window as we got to our houses. "Anyways, good nights guys."
"Good night, Mavel," they chorused.
I grabbed my stuff and walked to my house, to find my mom in the living room. “So how did you do tonight?” she asked. She never liked coming to the games, but she would ask about it after all the time.
“2 goals, we’re out of the playoffs,” I quickly answered.
“Aw, I’m sorry Mave,” she said, whole-hearted.
“It’s okay.”
I laid in my bed. I couldn't sleep. I have been laying here for hours. Then, a thought came into mind. Kristopher, he's going in the QMJHL draft this summer. He'll be moving, doing greater things with his career, while I'll be here in Montreal. I'll be that chick that lived next door when he was a kid. I soon found myself asleep with the thoughts flooding my unfocused head.
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4/1/14