My Hockey Alpha

Nina

The next day, I headed to work with Tiffany.

She was evaluating a sick student when I arrived.

“Good morning!” Tiffany called over her shoulder when I entered. I started to take off my jacket, but she stopped me. “Don’t get too comfy,” she said. ” We’ll be heading out right after this. Did you wear athletic clothes like I asked?”

“I did,” I replied, keeping my jacket on. Tiffany had texted me early before my shift to tell me to dress appropriately in athletic clothes and sneakers today — she didn’t explain why, but I complied and put on my only real athletic clothes, which was a pair of leggings and a tight zin-un ton with long sleeves. I had purchased them the semester before when I thought I was going to be one of those girls who was into yoga, but one yoga class with Jessica changed my mind. Jessica was graceful and flexible with excellent balance and I… fell on my face. A lot.

Tiffany finished evaluating the student. “Looks like you’ve got a nasty case of strep throat.” She walked over to her desk and scribbled on a notepad, then ripped the page out and handed it to the student. “Take this to the pharmacy for some antibiotics. Avoid overusing your throat and try to drink lots of tea with honey. Can you come back in a week for a checkup?” The sick student nodded miserably and left, coughing into her elbow.

“Alright,” Tiffany said, grabbing her coat and medical bag. “Let’s go.”

We headed out the door. Tiffany turned the sign to ‘closed’ and then headed offtoward the athletic fields with me on her heels.

“Where are we headed?” I asked, almost jogging to keep up with Tiffany’s quick stride.

“We’re gonna be making the rounds for all of the sports teams today,” she replied, her breath making little clouds in the chilly morning air as she spoke. ” Football, soccer, rugby, and hockey.”

be visiting the hockey team, but

way,” she said as we walked, ” you don’t have to tell me if it’s too personal, but I’m just curious; what’s going on between you and Enzo now? And James,

sighed and shrugged. “I

you a bit of

I replied. “I need

taking me by both shoulders. She was shorter than me, but still

spark. Even if you’re heartbroken and lonely and you think you won’t be able to ever find the right person, it’s not

I forcing a spark with James or Enzo?

asked. “How do you know?” Tiffany sighed and started walking again. “I have,” she replied quietly, her usually-bubbly voice now low and somber. “It was a lot like you and Enzo, actually. We met here, in college. It was a confusing back-and-forth that went on for far

he now?” I asked, my curiosity getting

to her, with two kids now. Needless to say, I

ask Tiffany anything else before we got to the football field, and even if

teach them new stretches to help with their performance. It was fun

Tiffany’s words

be the one that got away, just like how Tiffany regretted pushing her love away years ago? By late afternoon, after

was already outside on the athletic field

what he looked like; he was wearing athletic shorts that showed off his muscular legs, and had on a tight- fitting shirt that looked as though his biceps would burst out at any moment. As he jogged toward us, he looked both graceful and powerful at the same time. My mind flashed back to the day he ran

front of us. He was acting incredibly polite, which was a surprise considering how I yelled at him the day before. However, when his brown eyes flickered over to me, I saw the briefest flash of red in them.