Move Over

I sat down in the dressing room, getting my gear on when Nathan walked in. He looked at me with those 'I-feel-sorry-for-you' eyes. Ugh....how I loathed those eyes, I was perfectly fine. Mikhail could've went all the way, but he didn't, I should be grateful about that. I wouldn't dwell on the past at all.

"Hey, Nathan" I greeted as I begun to put on my under-armor.

"Hey, Al" He smiled back at me with a friendly smile. I flashed him a grin in return, and moved onto my bigger gear.I slipped my thigh protectors, my hockey pants, my pads, then finally my chest protector.

"Are you okay, Al?" Nathan asked as soon as I got most of my gear on. I nodded but, I knew he wanted more than a nod.

"Russians still freak me out, I still can't touch that fucking slutty dress, but, I'm doing fine considering." He cocked his eyebrow at me, as if asking if I was sincere about everything.

"Really, Nathan, I'm fine" I assured him with a grateful smile and pulled my practice jersey over my head.

"I'm not sure about my game, I haven't been on that ice since then" I got up and, stretched my arms up, above my head. It sure as hell felt good to be back in the pads though.

"Just take it easy, we're here for you" He stated and I followed him out to the ice. I knew I had a support system, and I was grateful for them- and Tuukka.
Right when my skate touched ice, everyone's eyes were on me. Even the coaches, most of them were whispering to one another. That didn't make me feel the greatest.

"Alec, may I talk with you?" it was Coach, he beckoned me over. He knew by the look of his face, I couldn't read it but- I knew.

"Yeah, Coach?" I asked, trying to be inconspicuous about his calling. He looked me up at down, analyzing me like a was a play he needed to break down.

"Are you okay?" he asked and I groaned out. I could take it from everyone else but, him? He needed to be the one that would have confidence in me all the time.

"Why can't anyone believe that I'm fine!? I am not some pussy, I can take a little Russian," I told him and he raised his hands in defense.

"Good, we don't need a pussy, we need a goalie." he paused "And we got word, Mikhail Bagrov just got drafted by the Canadians" I smirked.

"Excellent." I whispered, that bitch won't know what hit him.

I ain't no little Finnish girl anymore, no- I'm a fucking NHL goalie! I skated off towards the crease and begun to warm up.

"You ready, Alek?" Kelly yelled from down the ice, I nodded and mentioned for him to take a shot on me. I saved the first shot by flipping upside down and blocking it with my pad. Seguin was next, I saved it with my glove.

"I believe Lightning Lehto is back!!!" Seguin yelled and everyone cheered.

Hell yeah she is and she ain't going anywhere!

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"Yes!" I exclaimed and Nathan, Tyler, Chris and Tuukka groaned. I had killed them again!

"How can you be so good at this game?" Tyler exclaimed and I shrugged. I hadn't played this version of Assassins Creed but, I owned at it. I swear, I'd won every time.

"I have 4 other brothers" I answered, setting the Xbox controller down on the wooden coffee table. I absolutely dominated in Call of Duty, Assassins Creed, and Battlefield 4.

I walked over to the console from the couch. I sat crisscross on the carpet and opened the disc cartridge, I put Assassin's Creed back in the case and pulled out NHL 2012.

"Really? We already play enough hockey" Chris Kelly stated and I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

"You can NEVER play enough hockey" I countered, he just rolled his eyes and caved.

We were in the 3 period when someone knocked on the door. I wondered who would Seguin be expecting this late in the afternoon. I mean, his sisters were in Brampton and only visited during holidays.

"I'll get in," Tyler hummed, as he paused the game and hopped up. He hurried past the television and over to the foyer. I heard him open the door, and the muffled voices of conversation through the wall.

Someone coughed and I glanced over at the door frame. My eyes widened,

I was frozen, I didn't expect her to be there.

Notes

Oh......Cliffhanger!!!!!!!! Don't forget to comment what you think :)

Am i screwing up? Is it good? Am i an okay writer?

This is Alek's mask by the way: Mask