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?”

me coldly, I knew that he was lying. Was it just that Justin didn’t Chapter 16 Last Day want to see me today, or did Enzo make sure he

Tiffany said. “I’ll

players in pairs. 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

first to see all of the

end; but instead of being relieved that the tiring day was almost over, I was stressed out because the only person left

getting undressed in the locker room. He strode in with confidence, not caring that both Tiffany and I could see the massive bulge in his underwear. His abs were tight and prominent, and the muscles in his thighs made me

at her clipboard. “Get on the

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

lean muscle mass than his teammates. His body fat was

furrowed my brow as I wrote down the measurements, but before I could say anything, Tiffany had him step off the scale and get on the

the same way they did that night we slept together. It made me feel like prey, like he just wanted to grab

was far superior than his teammates. While his teammates would eventually tire out after ten or so minutes of sprinting on

she tapped the ECG monitor thoughtfully. “No one’s heart rate stays the same like that… You two stay here. I’m gonna go get some new stickers for the machine. I’ll be back in

that, my worst nightmare came true: I

I averted my gaze to the floor and walked to the other

to see that he was much closer than I had thought; he was standing

at Enzo’s body as he loomed over me. “He kissed me. He was drunk. I didn’t want him to. Besides, why would

looked a little hurt, but only for a moment before his eyes flashed red again.

Tiffany returned with the new stickers, “Found em!” she said. In the blink of an eye, Enzo was back on the treadmill as though he had never been standing next

end of the tests, I recorded the results and was again stunned to see how superior Enzo’s abilities were compared to his teammates. He aced all of the tests, and even his flexibility was

to the locker room to