*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*

Woops that would be my alarm going off at 7:30 in the morning. Shit I slept over AGAIN?! My dad owns the Flyers skate zone (I know pretty cool huh?), he's a retired flyers players, and I'm constantly there 24/7. Literally. I have my own bedroom in our private floor upstairs down the hall from my dad’s office and his bedroom. It's definitely different then sleeping in my dad’s house which is right outside of Philly, but I like it a lot here. The staff and everyone who works here is like one big family to me since my parents are divorced and my mom moved to California 3 years ago.

Anyway, I jump out of bed, took a quick shower, and got dressed for my normal Saturday morning routine. I grabbed a banana out of my mini fridge and some iced coffee. I'm not usually hungry as soon as a wake up but I always work up an appetite after my morning skate. I toweled dried my hair and threw it up into a ponytail and I put on my red sports bra and cropped grey sweatpants. As I walked out the door, I grabbed my grey zip up sweatshirt and walked down stairs.

The skate zone is pretty much empty besides some coaches and players getting ready for an 8:00 practice at the rink on the left, but the rink on the right, which I usually skate on, is empty. The lights weren't even on so I flipped the switch and the rink came to life. I walked over to the bench and laced up my skates. I put on my gloves and grabbed my stick and placed my right foot on the ice, follow by my left. I started off with some laps and suicides. People always say I get my hockey skills from my dad. I don't mean to brag but I'm pretty good. I skated over to the bench and grabbed the pile of pucks and dumped them on the ice. After I practiced my stick handling I skated over to the net and put up targets on the four corners. I hit all the targets except the top right.... my weakness. I keep trying and trying and quickly started to get pissed off.

"Maybe if you took a couple deep breaths you'd hit it"

I looked over my shoulder and saw Brayden Schenn sitting on the bench. I've had the biggest crush on him ever since the Flyers got him. Shit he's so hot. Shit Shit. Shit. Shit. Don't screw this up Tori.

"Oh like that would help" I hope I didn't sound like a bitch...

"Here, let me help" He put on his skates and skated over to me.

"Hi, I'm Brayden" He greeted me by putting out his hand.

"I know who you are" I giggled with a smile. I nervously skated and grabbed a puck in the net.

"So am I going to find out what name lies behind that nice shot of yours?" He said with a smirk.

"I'm Victoria, but you can call me Tori"

"That's a beautiful name....." "So you're having trouble hitting that top shelf?"

"I can hit it on a good day, but I guess today's not that day haha"

He skated over to me and stood behind my back, "Here," Brayden said. He put his arms around me and placed his hands on mine. Oh my does this feel good, being wrapped up in a hockey player’s arms. I really hope he doesn't hear my heart pounding inside me.

"Close your eyes... and take three deep breaths" I did what he said and he guided my hands as I hit the target. Wow did that feel amazing.

“Victoria Anna what on earth are you doing?!” My dad yelled from the top of the bleachers, hanging out from the restaurants door.

“Oh no I was just helping with her shot, sir.” Brayden said

“Very well then” My dad left, hopefully for good. I hate it when he always interrupts moments like this especially with good looking hockey players.

“I’m sorry about that… he can be a little overprotective sometimes”

“Haha don’t worry about it, Tori” He said with a smile. Oh god that smile. And those eyes. Lord help me.

“Anyway, I better go and get something to eat”

“Will I see you again?”

“I’ll be here” I winked at him and skated off the ice.

Notes

morning skate outfit

This is my first ever fanfic so please don't go rough on me! I'm sorry if it's bad, but thank you so much if you read it. Comment and let me know what you think, I would love to get some feedback! :)