Great, One More Egotistical Jerk I Have To Dodge!
Who The Hell Is #8?
*Savvy's POV*
"Who in the hell does he think he is?!?" I say as soon as the door shuts. "Does he seriously think he can just come in here and try and make a pass at us? With that damn smirk... he thinks he's soooo charming!" I exclaim as the rest of the girls start busting out laughing.
"Oh girl... he wasn't trying to make a pass at us. He was trying to make a pass at you! And you shut him down... hard." Mia said, unable to stifle her laughter from across the room.
"Yea, well... he fumbled!" I shouted as my response.
"Ah, c'mon... the queen of one night stands is really going to turn down the king?" Carlie said throwing me a look from her stall.
"I don't sleep with douchebags! I have some standards you know!" I said as I chucked a roll of tape her way.
"Sav, even you can't deny that he's absolutely gorgeous. Why not have some fun? He's obviously interested." Emmy said throwing her jersey on over her head.
"What happened to me settling down and you saying 'I told you so!'?" I asked with a chuckle.
"What happened? I'll tell you what happened. A Chicago Blackhawks superstar millionaire just walked into our locker room and hit on you! That's what just fucking happened! Now think of him like a damn pinky toe, and go bang him on the table!" She exclaimed, slightly exasperated near the end.
"Go bang him on the table, Emmy? That's your advice?" I say as I tape my last stick.
"Yep, let him teach you a lesson on stick handling!" she said with a gigantic smile.
"Hah! Like he could teach me anything, that's unlikely!" I said shaking my head. The coaches came in after that and let us know that it was time, so we all headed out to the ice for warmups.
*Kane's POV*
As we took or seats, we were relieved to find that no one really noticed us, and those who did thankfully didn't advertise it. Not that we didn't love interacting with fans, but tonight was about the girls on the ice, not us. I started to look around the rink after a few minutes. We had all been here before, we were at Johnny's Ice House... it was where all of our team practices were held. As I looked at the people in the stands, I started to notice something... not only were there a lot of people here, but a lot of them had signs with #8 on them. Not going to lie, but I kinda wanted to see what all of the fuss was about. I mean the place was pretty much filled to capacity for a college hockey game. A WOMEN's college hockey game no less. The guys and I were all making small talk as we waited for the game to get underway, when all of a sudden the crown erupted and started cheering and chanting, "Number 8! Number 8!"
"Who the hell us number 8?" Duncan asked as he started looking towards the ice.
"Oh god." Jon said as he put his hand over his eyes and started to slouch down a bit.
"No fucking way!" Seabs said, his eyes trained to the ice. I followed where he was looking and saw the girl from the locker room with her stick up in the air skating around the ice. When she turned around, I saw her jersey number... #8.
"Unbelievable!" I say, starting to laugh as I watch her on the ice. They skate around for about 10 minutes before heading back to their benches and the announcers start up. Apparently tonight's game was a rivalry game and both teams were undefeated. It doesn't take any of us long to realize, that not only are these girls good, but they're also playing rough.
"Damn, they're good! Jon said with a smile on his face.
"Who's the girl on defense, #15? She's fucking fierce as hell!" Seabs asked not taking his eyes off the ice.
"Carlie Addams. She's a Junior." Duncan said nonchalantly.
We all shifted our gaze to him with amused looks on our faces. Apparently I wasn't the only one who wanted one of the players.
"What?" He asked shrugging. "She's hot!"
Number 8 was on fire tonight. She scored 5 minutes into the 1st and again with 30 seconds left in the 2nd, with an assist in the start of the 3rd. They were currently winning 3-0. All of a sudden, a player from the opposing team checked the winger, #32, into the boards hard. The refs started blowing the whistles, but #8 was already at the other player exchanging words with her. The other player shoved her and then all hell broke loose. The gloves flew, the helmets hit the ice, and the other player got one punch in to #8's jaw before #8 just flat out demolished her.
"Ooh shit!" I said, leaning forward in my seat.
"She's a tough one!" Jon said smirking.
"She sure is." I said laughing a little.
The fight was broken up by the refs as soon as the other player hit the ice, and the girls were taken to the penalty box. They were able to hold onto their lead while the penalty clock ran out, and I could tell #8 was anxious to get out of the box. As soon as the ref gave her the signal, she stormed out of the box and went straight off on a breakaway down the ice to score her third goal of the night. The crowd erupted into cheers after that.
"She's out of your league Kaner." Seabs said as the buzzer ran out indicating they had won 4-0.
"I know, that's what makes her so interesting." I said with a small smile on my face.
