Nashville Nights

Kay's POV:

Finally, after all of the drama with the shifter, it was time to get back to the normal: playing hockey, scoring goals, and winning games. We were versing the Winnipeg Jets, a team that loves to play chippy to us. I have no idea why, but last time....well, it didn't end well for either side.
I skated out onto the ice, still in awe of the sold-out crowd at Bridgestone Arena. The fans here are wild and crazy, vying to get a wave out of all of us, but I was looking for one person in particular.
Sure enough, when I skated around towards our bench, I saw her: Tris Farron, or Shannon. She was wearing a Predators home jersey with black pants, with a blue and yellow flower in her hair. Her eyes were showing the reflection of the ice: every scratch, every blade mark, and every face off. She was smiling and having a heck of a good time.
Speaking of Tris, she is feeling much better now. Her powers have healed her for the most part, and all she had was a slight limp in her right leg. I'm saying slight...because I'm the one that notices it the most. For the past few days, I've been her caretaker...as much as she allows me. I never met a woman, other than our trainer, Kristina, as stubborn as her. She tried to do too much on her own, and that's when I discovered the limp. She denied it, until she almost tripped...in the middle of the hallway at Bridgestone. That's when she finally accepted my help.
Ever since, I've gotten to know her better, from her favorite shows to what she likes to do on rainy days. If she never saved me from all of those monsters, then I would have thought she was just a normal young woman. When the team figured this out, to this day, they still haven't stopped chirping me.
Anyhow, she waved at me and smiled, I pulled on the back of my jersey, to try and see who's jersey she was wearing. Sure enough, she turned around, and all I saw was my last name: Robertson. She was wearing my jersey!
I freaked out in my mind and smiled a little bit. She mouthed to me, Good Luck.
I mouthed back, Thank You. Weber noticed, and he came up to me and patted me on the back, "What's got you so happy, Kay?"
I pointed towards Tris and said, "She's wearing my jersey."
"Doesn't surprise me with her. Now, time to focus, I have a feeling that today will be a rough day on the ice."
It was just about time for faceoff, so I lined up to fight for the puck on the opening drive. Sure enough, Weber was right. After I won the face off, I was being checked into boards left and right. The Jets...were a rough group to play against.
I scored twice in the first period, and as the scoreboard kept increasing for the Predators, the Jets got even more chippy.
During the second period, I got checked very hard into the boards right in front of Tris, and I remember seeing her face as I got checked, and her face became ghostly pale. The guy that checked me winked at her, and she shot him the look of death, shouting, "That's my friend!"
The guy just looked at her and mouthed out, "Call me sometime."
Anyhow, I was okay from the play and I skated off to the bench. Weber looks at me with a smile and laughs, "Dude, you alright?"
I laughed and pointed at Tris, "More like, is she alright?"
"Let's just hope and pray that for that guy's sake, he does not run into Tris. She might become unhinged."
Sure enough, the Preds won with a final score of 7-0. Some fights happened, and that was expected. We all came into the locker room with our heads held high and smiles on our faces. That is, until, I heard a female voice say, "And why are you here? You're on the opposite team! You don't belong here!"
I heard a male voice respond, "To see you. I know that you care about that kid way-"
"He's not a kid! He is my friend. Now, please go before I seriously hurt you."
I heard the voices in the hallway, and saw that Weber and Rinne were going out to investigate. I followed suit, along with all of the other Predators. I saw the Jets following their person, laughing. I overheard Weber say to the Jets' captain, Andrew Ladd, "I guess that guy just won't stop stalking her."
Ladd replied, "Well, Roman needs to knocked down a peg. Maybe getting his ass beat by a fan, neverless a girl, will do just that."
"You're not gonna stop it?"
"Nope. I'll grab the popcorn and chairs, if you want me to."
It was too late for that. All I saw was Tris beating up this Roman dude, and I could tell it wasn't from just tonight. Maybe an ex or something like that?
I have to give it to Tris, she's a really good fighter. Then again, she hangs out with us the whole time, and watches sports entertainment. Tris finally took down the guy with a move often called, 'Dirty Deeds.' It just looked like she took him and tossed him to the ground. All of us, Jets and Predators, started clapping. She looked around in pure shock, and said to us, "I guess that teaches all of you a lesson: Don't. Tick. Me. Off. Got it?"
We all nodded and quickly went back to our locker rooms. Tris caught up to me and hugged me and said, "Sorry about that. That little fight stemmed back to an event a long time ago."
"Seriously? That was fricking awesome, Tris!" We walked in and the team embraced her. Tris was smiling and she was so happy and relief came over her face. I heard an alarm going off on her phone, and in big, bold, print, it said, FLIGHT TO SAN JOSE-GO TO AIRPORT.
She smiled at me and said, "Well, now where to?"
I smiled and held her phone up to her, "I'm guessing San Jose."

Notes

Well, that's all for this short story! I apologize for the long chapter....I promise, I finally have a hold on this site! Yes!

Anyhow, next stop is San Jose to play the Sharks! Thank you @AShruinger for the suggestion! Can't wait for this story!

And Finally, THANK YOU for 795 views! I am literally freaking out right now! Thank you for sticking through this with me.

For the last time on this story, signing off
~ Shannon