I tapped my stick on the ice, calling for a pass, and Dustin fired the puck up the ice. I received the pass and dumped the puck into the zone, jumping to avoid a hip check coming from an opposing defenseman.

"Hey Jake!" Called Anze, picking the puck up in the corner.

I burst through a crowd of players and stopped in front of the Minnesota net, just in time to one time a shot high to the glove side. It was stopped, and the ref blew the whistle.

"Nice shot Jakie." Dustin skated past me, headed for the bench.

I followed him, and climbed over the boards to the bench. I grabbed a water bottle, and took a drink.

"That girl is totally looking at you." Said Mike, pointing to a girl in the crowd.

I looked at the girl, and Mike jumped the boards with his line. She looked about my age, and she had blonde hair that reached halfway to her waist, and her eyes were a deep shade of blue. I took off my helmet, and handed it to an equipment manger, still looking at the girl. She smiled, and I blushed. I wiped my face with a towel, and looked back at the girl. She hadn't taken her eyes off of me. I found myself gazing into her eyes, before Darryl patted my shoulder and snapped me out of the trance.

"Jake. We need you to get under their skin." He told me. "Hit them hard. Spray the goalie. Do everything you can to annoy them."

I nodded, and turned back to look at the girl. She had looked away, and was watching the play. I noticed that she was wearing an LA Kings jersey with my number on it.

I turned back to the game. I had to focus. I could get security to bring her to the dressing room after the game.