My Hockey Alpha

Nina

The hockey game ended early after the fight. As it turned out, the player who attacked Enzo was on steroids to be bigger and stronger, and he took too many of them. When Enzo scored a goal, the other player flew into a fit of rage. He had a seizure while I was tending to Enzo, but I heard from Tiffany that he turned out okay — but he would be disqualified from participating in hockey for the rest of his time in university and was on probation at his school.

Even though the game ended early, our team still won since we had several more points than the other team by the time Enzo was attacked, which meant two things: the hockey team would be moving onto the next round of the tournament, and the party would still be held.

I didn’t want to go to the party. I was planning on going home, but before I could get away, Jessica and Lori cornered me and talked me into it.

“C’mon!” Jessica whined, pressing her hands together in a prayerlike gesture and pushing out her lower lip like she usually did when she wanted something. “All of the hot guys are gonna be there.”

I finally caved and agreed to go, but went home and changed into something more appropriate for a party. Just like the last party, I couldn’t help but want to look good… it felt like my feminine instincts were coming out and making me want to impress Enzo, even though I wanted no part of that romance. I put on a tight-fitting top and skinny jeans, along with my usual leather jacket and a bit of eye makeup.

We arrived at the party a while after it had already begun. Of course, Justin and Enzo were there. They seemed to be avoiding each other.

Lisa was there, too. I didn’t dare to go anywhere near any of the hockey players after I saw the evil look she gave me.

“Here,” Lori said, grabbing me a beer from the cooler. The party was in one of the frat houses since it was still raining and chilly outside, although some people hung out on the porch.

I gratefully took the beer. We clinked our bottles together and drank.

After everything that had happened lately, I just wanted to forget about all of it… so I drank more. And more.

The alcohol soon took over me and let me loosen up, so I felt comfortable dancing. I could feel both Enzo’s and Justin’s eyes on me as I danced, but I didn’t care. I decided that tonight, I would just ignore them and have fun.

At one point, Lori, Jessica and I stumbled out of the living room onto the back porch for some fresh air. We were laughing, our cheeks rosy from the alcohol.

as she pulled a cigarette out of her purse and

didn’t say anything. I knew that she never really cared for guys too much, and preferred girls. One night, after smoking weed together last semester, she told me her biggest secret: she had feelings for Jessica. But Jessica was

Jessica primped her hair and pushed her breasts together. “How do I look?” she said.

nodded — I could see Lori’s face turn even

“Go get em,

Jessica pranced back

ash from her joint fall onto the ground. Her black hair, with purple streaks in it, fell

I whispered, rubbing her back. “I know it

shrugged. “It’s alright. It happens. I’m just feeling extra lonely tonight,

to

onto the porch. She was short and curvy with brown hair that was cut in a boyish way and a nose

she said when she saw Lori and I. She turned around to leave, but not before Lori looked up and caught her eye. They stared at each other for several seconds. The girl’s face turned red and her eyes practically glowed with attraction, but then

brushed herself off, putting out her joint on the railing before looking

get em, tiger,” I said, grabbing her shoulders and pushing

friends were having fun, I admittedly felt lonely, too. For a moment, I wondered if I should risk Chapter 5 The Accident talking to Enzo. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad hooking up again… but no, that

the door

said, assuming it was Jessica or Lori. But when I turned around, it

and forth with tears in his eyes and a bottle in his hand. He took a step toward me and stumbled, and out of instinct I jumped up

a hiccup as he leaned on my shoulder.

know what to say. He was clearly too

should’ve said something,

but I didn’t

He kissed me.