My Hockey Alpha

Nina

It was Monday, which meant that it was finally my last day of my internship. All I had to do was get through the day, and then I could go to the dean and tell her that I still wanted to be reassigned.

Truthfully, I sort of enjoyed sports medicine. I liked Tiffany, too, and was sad that I would be reassigned. But it was the only way to get myself untangled from this mess with everyone. I just hoped that the drama wouldn’t be too bad today after what happened at the party on Friday night.

I made it to my shift around nine in the morning. Tiffany was sitting at her desk, looking at paperwork when I walked into her office.

“Good morning!” she said in her usual chipper voice. “Are you ready for round Chapter 16 Last Day

two of the physicals?”

I nodded, even though I really wanted to scream. Tiffany had already explained to me what would entail during the physicals –we took vitals and performed general health checks during the first round last week, then today we would be putting the hockey players through rigorous physical tests to make sure their hearts, lungs, and muscles were performing properly.

While we walked over to the arena, Tiffany explained to me that she wouldn’t normally put the other sports teams through such in-depth tests; since the hockey team was internationally renowned and would be trying out to compete in the Olympics next year, the president of the school allocated extra funding toward these tests just for the hockey team.

When we arrived at the arena, the team was already there and performing drills. Enzo looked up when he saw Tiffany and I and came over. I blushed, keeping my gaze averted as I felt his cold gaze fix on me. I didn’t know how or when I would address what happened on Friday night — or if I even wanted to bother.

“We’ve got a long day ahead of us,” Tiffany said to Enzo, setting down her medical bag. “Can you start sending the boys to the weight room, two at a time, for their full body exams?”

“Yeah,” Enzo replied. “But you should know we’re one short, so we have an odd number today. Justin couldn’t make it this morning.”

Tiffany frowned. “Why not?”

got sick over the weekend,” Enzo said. “Food poisoning.” Judging from the way his eyes flickered over to me and glared at me coldly, I knew that

said. “I’ll do his test another

The boys would have to strip down to their underwear so we could put them on a special scale that measured their body composition, then we would hook them up to the ECG machine and have them run on the treadmill to test their heart. Next, we would have them perform different tasks to test their fitness abilities: pull-ups, push-ups, and so on. After that was done, they would do various stretches for us to test their flexibility, and for some of the less flexible players or those who had acute pain, we would assist them in their

was a bit awkward at first to see all of the boys in their underwear, but I soon

the tiring day was almost over, I was stressed out

locker room. He strode in with confidence, not caring that both Tiffany and

said nonchalantly as she looked at her clipboard. “Get on the scale,

on the scale, his gaze unwavering. He looked like a statue of a god on a pedestal. I gulped and walked up to him with my clipboard so I could read the results of the body Chapter 16 Last Day composition test, my hands shaking as I wrote

contained far more lean muscle mass than his teammates. His body fat was less than 10% and his water retention was at a perfect balance.

furrowed my brow as I wrote down the measurements, but before I could say

his rock- hard abs as I placed the stickers on his skin. The whole time, he stared down at me. His eyes were red and glowing in the same way they did that night we slept together. It made me feel like prey, like he just wanted

eventually tire out after ten or so minutes of sprinting on the treadmill, Enzo went on for so long with little change in his heart rate that Tiffany made him

said, sounding confused as she tapped the ECG monitor thoughtfully. “No one’s heart rate stays the same like that… You two stay here.

my worst nightmare came true: I was

as Tiffany left, I averted my gaze to the floor and walked to the other

Friday,” Enzo suddenly blurted out. I turned around to see that he was much closer than I had thought; he was standing right behind me. How did he get across the room so quickly

I said, taking a step back and trying not to stare at Enzo’s body as he loomed over me. “He kissed me. He was drunk. I didn’t want him to. Besides, why would it even matter

but only for a moment before his eyes flashed red again. I shuddered as

she said. In the blink of an eye, Enzo was back on the treadmill as though he had never been standing next to me, and Tiffany was none the wiser. How did he do that? He moved so

see how superior Enzo’s abilities were compared to his teammates. He aced all of the tests, and even his flexibility was perfect. He was like

the locker room