“Seriously?” I know a few quizzes were still pending,but I didn’t realize I managed to pull my grades up that high.
“I know school isn’t the easiest for you, but I’m proud of you.”
“Thanks, Coach. This team means a lot to me and I’d hate to disappoint you.”
“You’re one of the finest young players I’ve had the privilege of coaching. I’m excited to see where the future takes you.”
“I only hope that I’ve impressed the scouts this season.”
“You have. I’ve heard good things from Colorado and Nashville. Maybe even Chicago.”
“Wow.”
Colorado would be the dream. Angie and I have talked about where I could end up. She wants to be in Denver, working for her dad’s organization. I know she does, and I want that for her.
More than that, the Colorado Black Diamonds are among the elite teams in the league. Nashville? They are at the bottom. A bunch of dirty players if I’ve ever seen them. I want to play for a team with class. One that respects the game of hockey.
Chicago would also be good for me.
“Any team would be lucky to have you, Troy.”
“I hope so.”
I’d be happy with any team drafting me. There’s still a lot of hockey left to play.
He nods his head. “Now go get out on the ice before I make you do backcheck drills.”
“Yes, sir.”
I hurry back to the empty locker room to change into my gear and get onto the ice. A wave of relief sweeps through me.
As long as I don’t fuck up my finals too badly, I’ll be able to keep my starting line on the team.
All because of Angie.
I don’t think I would have made it through this semester without her. In fact, I know I wouldn’t have. It’s all thanks to her that I’m here.
It puts a dopey smile on my face as I skate through practice. This far into the season, I’m prone to aches and pains. But I ignore them all because I’m riding the high of everything this last year of school has brought me.
My starting place on the hockey team.
Grades I didn’t expect.
Angie.
She was the biggest surprise of all.
Not even conditioning drills can take the smile off my face.
“Dude. Whatever you’re thinking, stop it.” Marcus is breathing hard next to me. It’s our last set of drills before practice ends.
“I’m not thinking anything, Wizard.”
“Oh yeah? You look like you just got laid.”
“Knock it off.” I shove at him. “Can’t a guy be happy?”
“Not when we’re getting our asses handed to us.”
