Cody And boy, was I right. He has drilled us until our legs are shaking and the sweat is literally pouring off us. I cannot wait to hit the showers. Yet, I love it. There is something about being out on the ice. The way my skates glide, I feel as light as a feather when I’m on the ice and that sure is saying something considering I’m six foot three and made of muscle. The whistle finally blows and coach tells us we’re done for the day. “You guys better keep it clean until next week’s game and keep the drinking to a minimum. Drug testing will be random one day next week.” He skates off without looking back. For me, no problem I’m always as clean as a daisy. No drugs in this system, my body is my temple. Of course I like a few beers who doesn’t especially when you’re only in your early twenties. The game is everything to me, I don’t want to fuck up and we need our team to be on the ball next week. Playing the Tampa Bay Lightning’s is not going to easy by any stretch of the imagination

Cody “We are not going in that death trap?” Jeez if she thinks I am getting in that rust bucket car of hers she has another thing coming. “Besides, I can only fit my right foot in it. Have you seen how small that damn car is?” Naturally, Immi looks offended and outraged. After all her car is her prized possession and I really ought not to shoot my mouth off but seriously, the clapped out green Volkswagen Beetle has seen better days. “There is nothing wrong with Giles.” She says indignantly. I scoff because there is everything wrong with her VW Beetle. For a start it looks like it needs a new hood and doors, the rust at the bottom makes it look like the doors are about to drop off any second. “Giles?” “What’s wrong with giving my car a name. I’ve had him ever since I was seventeen.” “Yeah and it was a death trap then. I’m surprised your parents have let you keep the damn thing and yeah, Giles. Really?” I do not trust myself to even touch the door handle, knowing my strength I am li

CodyI come round the corner laden with pizzas for me and my guys tonight and some beers and whoa. Who TF is she talking to? I know that guy. Is he hitting on Immi? I practically run towards her almost dropping the pizzas. I knew I should have taken the trolley. That would be the empty trolley since Immi doesn’t seem to have moved much since coming in.That’s obviously because she has been way too busy chatting with Dean friggin Hopper. He only plays centre for our opposition and we’re only up against them next week. Where did he spring from? My eyes narrow as I take in the situation. Immi sure is doing a lot of hair flicking with that pony of hers. Her hand touches his arm. Twice. TWICE.“What’s going on?” I say as I approach them. Immi jumps out of her own skin.“Darn you, Brannigan why you gotta shock me like that? What is wrong with you?” She looks pissed. Again. “This is Dean,” I stop her right there.“I know who that is. He’s playing us next week. Centre position to mine. Hopper

Cody I chuckle because she is so damn funny when she is mad. I just want to tear those jeans off her with my teeth and bury my head between her legs. We’re back home now and suffice to say Miss Huffy Britches has been silent all the way back from the mall and supermarket. Don’t matter to me, I expect nothing less of bratty Imogen. Some things I guess will never change. What is irritating me is how attracted I am to her, could be that I’m just feeling horny and need a good sexing. I know just the girl to call. Cassie is always on hand whenever I need a quick lay. She doesn’t expect anything from me and I don’t from her. We’re just fuck buddies. Cassie is one of our cheerleading girls so to speak. There are five of them who are always at the rink when we play and when they know there is a practice session going. She’s tall with colt like legs, long chocolate colored hair and deep brown eyes. She’s also a politics major and has some serious brain power on her. But she isn’t looking for

ImogenI am seething, red hopping, angry-mad. I will kill him, I swear I will when I see him. This is so humiliating. How could he? How could he? And to threaten Dean. What is wrong with that asshole?Sure, I get it. Nobody wants to have the shit kicked out of them at any time, let alone when they’re on the ice in front of thousands of screaming fans and definitely not when there’s a Stanley Cup game taking place. Is Dean spineless? Couldn’t he have just told Cody where to go? In any case none of that matters now, he said goodbye quicker than fire starting on dry grass and I’m left sitting here like a loser in the bar/diner. Fuck me this is shit.“Another coffee.” This time it’s a young lad that asks me. I have no idea where Hoolaghan went probably to take care of business out the back. I shake my head.“No thanks. I’m about to leave.” I drop him some cash on the bar and gather my bag together and lightweight jacket I brought with me. You know because I was anticipating being out much