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?”

weekend,” Enzo said. “Food poisoning.” Judging from the way his eyes flickered over to me and glared at 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

“I’ll do

the treadmill to test

bit awkward at first to see all of the boys in

instead of being relieved that the tiring day was almost over, I

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

nonchalantly as she looked at

me as he stood 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

mass than his teammates. His body fat was less than 10% and his water retention was at a perfect balance. He was almost

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

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.

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

“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

nightmare came true: I was

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

see that he was much closer

kissed me. He was drunk. I didn’t want him to. Besides, why would it even matter if I did? You and

only for a moment before his eyes flashed red again. I shuddered as I saw his pupils dilate like… like

then, 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 to me, and Tiffany was none the wiser. How did he do that?

compared to

to the locker room