The Intern

Adam’s POV
It’s the weekend and we have a rare weekend off. Those come sparingly, but I can’t complain after playing 5 games in 8 days. Since we don’t have a game tonight, Coach called a practice.
Afterwards, a bunch of the guys talk about going out to one of the local clubs tonight. I know Marchy and Segs are planning it. That’s what you get with young guys. I’m not one to go out.
“Hey Quaider, you in?” Marchy asks me.
“You know the answer to that,” I reply.
“Come on, man. You never go out. Let loose once in a while,” Segs chimes in.
“I don’t know.”
“You never go out. Just this once?” Both of them look at me with puppy dog faces.
“Fine. Once, but only if you stop making that face. You look ridiculous,” I say reluctantly.
“YES!” they scream as they high five each other. What have I gotten myself into?
My POV
It’s been a week since I started my internship and I’ve loved every moment of it.
Now, it’s Saturday night and the team has a rare weekend off. While most college students are out partying, I’m at the kitchen table, studying and eating a can of ravioli. I’m in my sweatpants and tank top, my hair up in a messy bun. My phone whistles at me, indicating I have a text.
Kyra: hey, what’re you doing right now?
Me: studying. Why?
Kyra: I’m out with Alex right now at the club. You need to come! You’ll never guess who just showed up!
Me: who?
Kyra: some of the Bruins. I guess they come here sometimes
Me: why should I come?
Kyra: because you never go out. It’ll be fun
Me: I guess I could use a break.
Kyra: GREAT! We’re at Drynk
Me: see you in an hour
I walk to my room and over to my closet, trying to find something club appropriate. My eyes are drawn to the black and blue swirl dress that I got with Kyra. I put it on and add a pair of black heels. I go to the bathroom and put on a little blush, some gold eye shadow, and some lip gloss. Deciding to leave my hair down, I grab a black clutch and I’m ready to go. I put on my black fake leather coat and head out.
At the club, I spot Kyra and walk over to her. We hug and then she pushes me back.
“DAMN girl. You look hot!”
“Really?”
“Oh yeah! That dress looks great on you. And the heels pull it together.” I head over to the drink counter and grab a soda. While there, I spot a few of the guys from the team. I guess Kyra was right. I see Seguin and Marchand on the dance floor, dancing with about 3 girls each. Those girls look so desperate, I think.
“They’re called puck bunnies,” a voice says from behind me, reading my mind. I squeak and spin around. It’s the defenseman that I got that great picture of. I recall him saying his name was Adam. Up close, he’s really cute. He’s got thick, dark curly hair, a set jaw line, and bright baby blue eyes. “Hi, I’m Adam.”
“I know. I’m one of the interns for the Bruins. My name’s Cassie.”
Adam’s POV
“I know. It’s nice to meet you Cassie,” I say.
“How’d you know I was thinking about those girls?” she asks me.
“They pretty much follow any hockey player around. Segs and Marchy just get most because they’re the youngest.So why are you here? You don’t seem like the partying type.”
“I’m not. My friends dragged me out today. I was content with staying home and studying.”
“That’s right. You’re studying Journalism and Photography right?”
“Yeah. How’d you remember that?”
“Good memory, I guess. So, if you ever get a decent shot of me, I’d like to have it,” I say, hoping I not coming on too strong. Usually, I’m not this forward with women, or people in general, but there’s something about her.
“Absolutely,” she says, reaching into her bag for her phone. She hands it to me and I enter my number. I hand her mine so she can enter hers into it.
“There you go. See you around,” I say, looking around to see where Marchy and Segs went to.
Cassie’s POV
I head back to where Kyra is and see that she and Alex have huge smiles on their faces.
“So, I see you’re having fun,” Kyra says.
“Yeah, I guess I am,” I say.
“I saw that you and a certain defenseman were exchanging niceties,” Alex says.
“You could say that.”
“Well, what would you call it?” Kyra asks me.
“He knows I’m a photographer. He said maybe he’d like one of my pictures sometime.”
“Ooohhh, he SO likes you,” she singsongs.
“Yeah right.”
“Wanna bet?”
“Depends.”
“Next home game, you have to tell him to score a goal,” Alex bets me
“What’s that have to do with him liking me?”
“If he does, we’ll know he’s trying to impress you.”
“You’re on,” I say, shaking both of their hands

Notes

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