My Hockey Alpha

Nina

My encounter on the football field with Enzo left me both confused and upset.

First of all, how had he shown up like that just in time to catch the football helmet before it hit me in the face? Second, why did he continue following me around campus like a lost puppy? For someone who was supposedly the campus playboy, it felt odd that he was so obsessed with me of all people.

After seeing Enzo and Lisa talking so dramatically, I felt for certain that this was all some sort of huge prank. Surely Justin was in on it, too. They wanted me to be humiliated for getting involved with the hockey team.

Just a little more and I could walk away from this internship and not have to deal with it any longer…

The next day, Friday, was the day of Enzo’s game. Jessica used her VIP ticket to go and sit in one of the VIP box seats. I let her use my ticket to bring Lori, who really only ever liked going to hockey games to see the fights. I didn’t want to go at all, but it was my job now to attend sports games in case anyone got injured.

I wore a lowkey outfit that day in the hopes that Enzo and Justin wouldn’t notice me as much. It was chilly out, even in the arena, so I wore a university hoodie, jeans that weren’t too tight, and a beanie. I even wore my glasses, even though I had been wearing contacts since I left high school. I usually only wore my glasses at home because I thought they looked dumb on me, but I figured that maybe they would get Justin and Enzo to leave me alone.

Tiffany and I stood on the sidelines

while the game took place. She bought me a hot cocoa and a soft pretzel while we watched.

“You know, he clearly really likes you,” Tiffany said, leaning closer to me so I could hear her over the roaring of the crowd.

“I know,” I replied, taking a bite of my pretzel. I didn’t bother saying that Enzo was the person I slept with because I figured she already knew.

“I totally understand if he’s not your type, but let me just say this…” Tiffany paused to take a sip of her hot cocoa. Her red lipstick stained the white paper cup. “I’ve known these boys for two years now. They’re obnoxious and full of themselves, but most of them are good kids. Enzo especially.”

looked out at the rink, where Enzo was taking the lead over

flicking his hockey stick this way and that to

not bothered at all that I was a virgin. He took care of me and made

his actions genuine that

even though I enjoyed the night I spent with him, I knew I wouldn’t do

as a player from the other team slammed full-force into

screamed as the other player climbed on top of Enzo and began punching him deliberately in the face, repeatedly. The referee blew his

didn’t fight back. He seemed like he hit his head on the ice when his helmet came

our team, the referee managed to get the angry player off of Enzo and

hot cocoa and

conscious now, but his face was bruised and bloody and

locker room,” Tiffany said. I stepped out of the way to let them through, my heart pounding as I watched them carry him away. My chest

sat Enzo down on a bench. He was fully conscious now and able to sit up on his own. Tiffany threw her medical bag down and started examining his

shouted from the doorway. “The other guy is having a seizure. I think he was on

at me questioningly.

own, then she stood up and ran out of the locker

down,

bag for

gauze to clean the worst wounds and an ice