My Hockey Alpha

“Well? What’s your assignment?” Jessica asked.

“Um… sports medicine,” I replied, handing the phone back.

Jessica looked confused. “I thought you wanted-”

“Surgery, yeah,” I said, grabbing my bag and heading for the door with Jessica on my heels. First thing in the morning, I would go to the dean of the medical school and ask for a reassignment.

“And why do you want to be reassigned?” the dean asked as I stood in front of her desk the next day. She was a curly-haired woman with glasses and a hard face.

I swallowed and tried to calm my

nerves. “It’s just… not the direction I was hoping to take,” I replied. “I don’t

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like sports medicine.”

“You can’t just ask to be reassigned because you don’t like the internship,” the dean said. “And besides, you haven’t even tried it yet. How do you know you won’t like it?”

She was right– I couldn’t just ask for a new internship simply because I didn’t like my assignment, and there was no way I could explain the real situation to the dean. How could I tell the dean that I didn’t want to be assigned to the sports medicine internship because I didn’t want to be around Justin and Enzo?

The dean must have seen my pained expression, because she sighed and pulled out a form. “Just go to the first few sessions,” she said as she filled in a portion of the form. “If you still really hate it by then, come to me and we’ll see about a reassignment. Sound good?”

I nodded gratefully. I was still a bit disappointed that I’d have to go to a few sessions where I’d likely have to deal with the hockey team, seeing as how they were the most likely sports team to be injured, but at least I could get out after that. Not to mention that sports medicine was totally not even close to the field I actually wanted to work in.

I exited her office.

“What did

I replied. “She wants me

headed toward the cafeteria for lunch. ” I know it’s not exactly what you wanted, but look at it this way: at least you get to deal with all of the handsome athletes,

voice sounded anything but

me with her elbow. “How could you

her that I didn’t want

and I was getting weird. I wondered if he had something to do with my assignment, considering his influence in

the living room with a stained white sheet around her and a canvas that

with her shirt and running over to

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all the time anyway,”

laugh

mentor for the first time. She sent me an email with her office information; it was located in between the soccer field and the hockey arena.

a pretty woman with wavy brown hair sitting at a desk.

greet

person who would deal with sweaty, whiny athletes all day. In fact, even though she was middle-aged,

to see another young woman working in sports medicine! We don’t usually get female students in here, so it’s always nice to know

I should tell Tiffany that I actually didn’t want this internship or if I should just let her be happy for

though, because she looked at me with concern on her face. “Are you alright? You seem depressed. You know, I’m not just your mentor with this internship; I’m your mentor with

my lip as I tried to come up with my response. For some reason, I felt comfortable being candid with

but… I

a bit hurt, but nodded in an