New Beginnings
Road Trip Pt. 2
Tyler's POV
I wake up the next morning still pissed off at Kirsten. Even though I know she was right. She can sleep with whoever she wants, but I didn't want her to sleep with anyone else. I wanted her to sleep with me, just me. But we did have an agreement, and I should apologize, but I don't want to give her the satisfaction of being right. So I don't.
I throw on some sweatpants, put on some deodorant and put on a t-shirt, to head down to the bus to go to the morning skate. When I step on the bus, I see that I'm one of the last to get down there, and Kirsten is already in her seat. She doesn't look at me at all, even though I'm staring at her. I walk past, and take a seat next to Rich. We talk about what happened last night, at the club, and he doesn't say anything about seeing Kirsten leave with Ben, so I don't either. We get to the rink, and when we get to the locker room, that's when the interesting conversation starts.
Ales speaks up and says, "Did any of you guy see that new trainer, Kirsten, leave with Ben Bishop?" And he looks around the room, looking for someone to answer.
"Yeah, I did." Colton says. And there are a few nods of agreement.
"What do you think they did?" He asks the room.
"Well I don't think they played Chutes and Ladders!" Nemeth says, and that gets a few laughs. I look down most of the time, focusing on getting ready, because I don't want to say anything too hurtful, or sound like I care too much.
"Whatever, let her live her life. Let her be young and sleep with young hot hockey players if she wants." Jamie speaks up, defending her, like he always does. I don't know why that bothers me, but it does. And then I realize why it bothers me. I should be the one defending her.
"Yeah, it's not like we don't try to pick up girls exactly like her, either. Maybe we should keep it to ourselves that we know about her and Bish." I say, and they all agree. Once we are all almost dressed, Kirsten walks in to take care of everybody.
"Kari!" She shouts, and he looks up, frightened. "I told you not to ice before practice! Ice afterwards! Since you did it before, it's tightening up your muscles! I thought as a pro you would know this! Damn it. Now I don't want you to skate until I say it's okay." She says looking irritated. She goes over and takes his ice from him and tosses it in the garbage. "Demers! How's the wrist?" She says, looking uncharacteristically chipper.
"Fine, it feels a little sore, but much better, thanks to those stretches." He answers, and she tapes his wrist anyways. Then she makes her way to John, and talks to him about his shoulder, and lastly comes over to me.
"How is your back feeling?" She says cordially.
"Fine." I say, just as curt.
"I need to take a look." She says, and I lift my shirt. She touches the area where it hurts, and I flinch involuntarily.
"Really? Fine? I can help you fix it. But f you're going to be that way, then I'll let you hurt yourself more, so you can't play." She says and walks out the door. I run after her, somewhat slower than I like, because of my skates.
"Kirsten! I'm sorry, okay? My back hurts like a bitch. Can you help me please?" I say, not wanting to talk to her more than I have to. She turns around to face me, then rips up my shirt way more aggressively than she needs to. She starts to massage the injured area. It feels better almost immediately.
"Come see me after the skate." She says and goes over to the bench area. I put on my chest pad, and practice jersey. I skate onto the ice, and we do our pregame things,a dn nobody makes any comments about Kirsten and I, and for that I'm thankful. When we are done, I shower and go see Kirsten in one of the exam rooms like I was told. I see that I wasn't the only one that needed to see her. Not only were Kari, John, and Jason waiting for her, she had Jordie, Spezza and Travis Moen waiting on her. She talks to the ones she talked to this morning first, but tells me to wait until everyone else is done. She massages, stretches, and takes care of everyone else, until it's just me left.
"Lay down on your stomach." She orders me. She begins to massage my back again, this time seemingly more effectively. Then I feel her stop, and I can feel her breath against my ear. "Tyler. I know you're pissed at me. I don't care. But you need to act normal while we're at work." She says pointedly, and then stands up straight, and ends with, "Okay Seguin. You're done." And walks away.
The team lunch goes by in a blur, and we're told to be back here by 5:00 for our 7:30 game. We are back at the hotel, and none of us really know what we want to do. Most of us leave the little lock thingies that keep the door from opening in front of the door, so the doors can't close. Kirsten's is like that too.
Most of us are congregating in the hallway, talking and joking around, when we see Kirsten walk out of her room. With her the way she looks,she effectively stops all conversation. She has her hair down, and it's messy, and her makeup looks good. But I'm not paying attention to that very much, because she is wearing a bikini. It's blue and black striped, and revealing. Her bottoms are just plain black ones. Everyone out in the hall is staring at her. Then Jordie speaks up, "Where are you going?"
"Where does it look like? I'm going to the beach! Anyone want to join me?" She asks, and there are only agreements to go. I decide to join them, because I don't want to be stuck at the hotel alone. We all change wicked fast, and almost everyone has a bathing suit, because you don't stay at a hotel and not have a swimsuit. We walk about 1/4 of a mile in a big group, and Jamie and Kirsten are up towards the front, talking to each other. But he has his arm around her, and I wish that was me. The only reason nobody makes a comment is because most of them know that those two are old friends. We arrive at the beach, and the first thing she does is put down a towel, and lay on it.
"Are you not going in the water?" Val asks her.
"I wasn't going to right away." She says, and closes her eyes. Val mimes the motion of picking her up and throwing her in the water. I step up to grab her waist, Jamie her head, and Val her legs. Val got the hardest job, because if she kicks, it may not feel too good. John i on the other side of her, doing the countdown. 3, 2, 1. We pick her up, and she immediately starts thrashing around. I contain her arms, and Val is having trouble with her legs, so Jordie steps in to help. We all get into the water, and once we're deep enough, we toss her in.
When she surfaces, she starts laughing with us. "You are SO going down!" She screams, and attempts to tackle Jamie. Jamie succumbs, and goes under, and then she turns around on Jordie. "You're getting the same treatment as your brother!" And jumps onto his shoulders, taking him into the water. Then she rounds on Val. "You're gonna get it motherfucker." She says, like she knew it was his idea. She takes him down, and then I realize it's my turn, so I try to get out of the water. I don't make it far, because the team is blocking my way. "Tyler Seguin. You need to get what you deserve." She says with a murderous look on her face. She pulls me by my arm, and instead of her pulling me in, I pick her up, but don't throw her over my shoulder, because of my back. I take her into the water, and she starts pleading with me not to throw her in. "Ty, don;t do it! No! Didn't you already get me good enough?" And that's when I drop her in the water. She does't resurface right away, and I see the look on everybody's face change.
"Holy shit where is she?" I say out loud. Then I start freaking out. I bend down, and then I feel my knees give out, and I'm in the water. When I come up, everyone is laughing their asses off. And then I see Kirsten standing behind me, and realize that she must have knocked my knees out, to get revenge. Dammit, that was good, I had to admit. She gets out of the water, and lays on her towel again. She unties her bikini strings.
Jason gets a little toy bucket from a kid, and fills it with water. Most of the team is watching, and he holds it over her. Then he pours it on her. She stands up shrieking, and we get a good look at her boobs, before she covers them up. We are all laughing, because that is the oldest trick in the book. "Goddammit! This is what I get for hanging around with a bunch of boys!" She says, then ties her bikini again. She checks the time, and says that she is going back, even though it's only 3:45. Jamie is the only one that leaves with her, and probably only because he doesn't want her walking back alone.
We stay at the beach for another half hour, then we go back to, to get ready for the game. We go through all of the normal shit, including having Kirsten tape us up, and our pump up, game time rituals. We skate onto the ice to the boos of the home crowd, which has stopped bothering me years ago. Jamie skates over while we stretch and says, "That was fun today, with Kirsten and the team, right?"
"Yeah, it was pretty great." I answer neutrally.
"Segs, I know this is a weird time for this conversation, but do you have feelings for Kirsten?"
"Feelings? No. Would I bone her? Yes." I answer untruthfully.
"I know you too well. You can't lie. I know you would bone her, but do you like her?"
"Jamie, I already said no." I say, and we go do shooting drills.
The puck drops, and I win the first faceoff. Throughout the first period, only Tampa scores. Twice. Then the second period begins, and then I score. When I skate back to the bench, I see Kirsten is eating a Clif bar, and I say, "Can I have a bite?" And she brings it down to my head level. I take a big bite, and she hits the side of my helmet, seemingly scolding me. Jamie must have seen, because he laughs.
The final score of the game is 4-2, with Tampa winning. Tough loss. But they're a tough team. We go back to the locker room, and get our speech from coach, and then we shower. We ride the bus to the hotel in silence. No celebrating tonight. We all go to our various rooms, and that is that.
I wake up the next morning still pissed off at Kirsten. Even though I know she was right. She can sleep with whoever she wants, but I didn't want her to sleep with anyone else. I wanted her to sleep with me, just me. But we did have an agreement, and I should apologize, but I don't want to give her the satisfaction of being right. So I don't.
I throw on some sweatpants, put on some deodorant and put on a t-shirt, to head down to the bus to go to the morning skate. When I step on the bus, I see that I'm one of the last to get down there, and Kirsten is already in her seat. She doesn't look at me at all, even though I'm staring at her. I walk past, and take a seat next to Rich. We talk about what happened last night, at the club, and he doesn't say anything about seeing Kirsten leave with Ben, so I don't either. We get to the rink, and when we get to the locker room, that's when the interesting conversation starts.
Ales speaks up and says, "Did any of you guy see that new trainer, Kirsten, leave with Ben Bishop?" And he looks around the room, looking for someone to answer.
"Yeah, I did." Colton says. And there are a few nods of agreement.
"What do you think they did?" He asks the room.
"Well I don't think they played Chutes and Ladders!" Nemeth says, and that gets a few laughs. I look down most of the time, focusing on getting ready, because I don't want to say anything too hurtful, or sound like I care too much.
"Whatever, let her live her life. Let her be young and sleep with young hot hockey players if she wants." Jamie speaks up, defending her, like he always does. I don't know why that bothers me, but it does. And then I realize why it bothers me. I should be the one defending her.
"Yeah, it's not like we don't try to pick up girls exactly like her, either. Maybe we should keep it to ourselves that we know about her and Bish." I say, and they all agree. Once we are all almost dressed, Kirsten walks in to take care of everybody.
"Kari!" She shouts, and he looks up, frightened. "I told you not to ice before practice! Ice afterwards! Since you did it before, it's tightening up your muscles! I thought as a pro you would know this! Damn it. Now I don't want you to skate until I say it's okay." She says looking irritated. She goes over and takes his ice from him and tosses it in the garbage. "Demers! How's the wrist?" She says, looking uncharacteristically chipper.
"Fine, it feels a little sore, but much better, thanks to those stretches." He answers, and she tapes his wrist anyways. Then she makes her way to John, and talks to him about his shoulder, and lastly comes over to me.
"How is your back feeling?" She says cordially.
"Fine." I say, just as curt.
"I need to take a look." She says, and I lift my shirt. She touches the area where it hurts, and I flinch involuntarily.
"Really? Fine? I can help you fix it. But f you're going to be that way, then I'll let you hurt yourself more, so you can't play." She says and walks out the door. I run after her, somewhat slower than I like, because of my skates.
"Kirsten! I'm sorry, okay? My back hurts like a bitch. Can you help me please?" I say, not wanting to talk to her more than I have to. She turns around to face me, then rips up my shirt way more aggressively than she needs to. She starts to massage the injured area. It feels better almost immediately.
"Come see me after the skate." She says and goes over to the bench area. I put on my chest pad, and practice jersey. I skate onto the ice, and we do our pregame things,a dn nobody makes any comments about Kirsten and I, and for that I'm thankful. When we are done, I shower and go see Kirsten in one of the exam rooms like I was told. I see that I wasn't the only one that needed to see her. Not only were Kari, John, and Jason waiting for her, she had Jordie, Spezza and Travis Moen waiting on her. She talks to the ones she talked to this morning first, but tells me to wait until everyone else is done. She massages, stretches, and takes care of everyone else, until it's just me left.
"Lay down on your stomach." She orders me. She begins to massage my back again, this time seemingly more effectively. Then I feel her stop, and I can feel her breath against my ear. "Tyler. I know you're pissed at me. I don't care. But you need to act normal while we're at work." She says pointedly, and then stands up straight, and ends with, "Okay Seguin. You're done." And walks away.
The team lunch goes by in a blur, and we're told to be back here by 5:00 for our 7:30 game. We are back at the hotel, and none of us really know what we want to do. Most of us leave the little lock thingies that keep the door from opening in front of the door, so the doors can't close. Kirsten's is like that too.
Most of us are congregating in the hallway, talking and joking around, when we see Kirsten walk out of her room. With her the way she looks,she effectively stops all conversation. She has her hair down, and it's messy, and her makeup looks good. But I'm not paying attention to that very much, because she is wearing a bikini. It's blue and black striped, and revealing. Her bottoms are just plain black ones. Everyone out in the hall is staring at her. Then Jordie speaks up, "Where are you going?"
"Where does it look like? I'm going to the beach! Anyone want to join me?" She asks, and there are only agreements to go. I decide to join them, because I don't want to be stuck at the hotel alone. We all change wicked fast, and almost everyone has a bathing suit, because you don't stay at a hotel and not have a swimsuit. We walk about 1/4 of a mile in a big group, and Jamie and Kirsten are up towards the front, talking to each other. But he has his arm around her, and I wish that was me. The only reason nobody makes a comment is because most of them know that those two are old friends. We arrive at the beach, and the first thing she does is put down a towel, and lay on it.
"Are you not going in the water?" Val asks her.
"I wasn't going to right away." She says, and closes her eyes. Val mimes the motion of picking her up and throwing her in the water. I step up to grab her waist, Jamie her head, and Val her legs. Val got the hardest job, because if she kicks, it may not feel too good. John i on the other side of her, doing the countdown. 3, 2, 1. We pick her up, and she immediately starts thrashing around. I contain her arms, and Val is having trouble with her legs, so Jordie steps in to help. We all get into the water, and once we're deep enough, we toss her in.
When she surfaces, she starts laughing with us. "You are SO going down!" She screams, and attempts to tackle Jamie. Jamie succumbs, and goes under, and then she turns around on Jordie. "You're getting the same treatment as your brother!" And jumps onto his shoulders, taking him into the water. Then she rounds on Val. "You're gonna get it motherfucker." She says, like she knew it was his idea. She takes him down, and then I realize it's my turn, so I try to get out of the water. I don't make it far, because the team is blocking my way. "Tyler Seguin. You need to get what you deserve." She says with a murderous look on her face. She pulls me by my arm, and instead of her pulling me in, I pick her up, but don't throw her over my shoulder, because of my back. I take her into the water, and she starts pleading with me not to throw her in. "Ty, don;t do it! No! Didn't you already get me good enough?" And that's when I drop her in the water. She does't resurface right away, and I see the look on everybody's face change.
"Holy shit where is she?" I say out loud. Then I start freaking out. I bend down, and then I feel my knees give out, and I'm in the water. When I come up, everyone is laughing their asses off. And then I see Kirsten standing behind me, and realize that she must have knocked my knees out, to get revenge. Dammit, that was good, I had to admit. She gets out of the water, and lays on her towel again. She unties her bikini strings.
Jason gets a little toy bucket from a kid, and fills it with water. Most of the team is watching, and he holds it over her. Then he pours it on her. She stands up shrieking, and we get a good look at her boobs, before she covers them up. We are all laughing, because that is the oldest trick in the book. "Goddammit! This is what I get for hanging around with a bunch of boys!" She says, then ties her bikini again. She checks the time, and says that she is going back, even though it's only 3:45. Jamie is the only one that leaves with her, and probably only because he doesn't want her walking back alone.
We stay at the beach for another half hour, then we go back to, to get ready for the game. We go through all of the normal shit, including having Kirsten tape us up, and our pump up, game time rituals. We skate onto the ice to the boos of the home crowd, which has stopped bothering me years ago. Jamie skates over while we stretch and says, "That was fun today, with Kirsten and the team, right?"
"Yeah, it was pretty great." I answer neutrally.
"Segs, I know this is a weird time for this conversation, but do you have feelings for Kirsten?"
"Feelings? No. Would I bone her? Yes." I answer untruthfully.
"I know you too well. You can't lie. I know you would bone her, but do you like her?"
"Jamie, I already said no." I say, and we go do shooting drills.
The puck drops, and I win the first faceoff. Throughout the first period, only Tampa scores. Twice. Then the second period begins, and then I score. When I skate back to the bench, I see Kirsten is eating a Clif bar, and I say, "Can I have a bite?" And she brings it down to my head level. I take a big bite, and she hits the side of my helmet, seemingly scolding me. Jamie must have seen, because he laughs.
The final score of the game is 4-2, with Tampa winning. Tough loss. But they're a tough team. We go back to the locker room, and get our speech from coach, and then we shower. We ride the bus to the hotel in silence. No celebrating tonight. We all go to our various rooms, and that is that.
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8/15/15