Together

Kyle

We finish practice at about four, but I decide to stay longer and work some more on my shooting. I’ve been favoring my strong side, the way we all probably do, but I know I shouldn’t.

By the time I finish, even my coach’s left and the older guy, cleaning the ice yells at me from the top of the big machine he’s driving.

“Hey, Kyle.”

“Yes, Sir?”

I lift my protection gear off my helmet and he shakes his head.

“Wrap it up for today, boy. I ‘aint staying all night because of you. “

I laugh and shake my head, but still, gather all my stuff and head for the showers.

The school’s empty by now and I type a message to Jeremy if he wants to meet later. Although later would probably mean late, and I assume he’d say no.

I take my clothes off and once I do, I realize my feet are numb and my leg has started to hurt even more.

“Damn, it, “ I mutter as I try to relax and run the hot water over me once I’m in the shower. A few minutes like that and I feel better. Everything is quickly wrappe