My Hockey Alpha by Eve Above Story PDF

Chapter 4: The Hockey Game

Nina

We entered the arena, which was already packed full with excited students. Half of the arena was reserved for our university, while the other half was reserved for the other university. Our school colors were burgundy and gold — the other university was blue and black.

“Let’s find a good seat,” Jessica said. I followed her up the stairs, then we shimmied between rows of seats toward a couple of empty spots. Once we had our seats, I could hear the conversation between other girls around me; their talking points mostly centered around Enzo.

“Do you think he’ll make us win again?”

“Of course! Enzo always plays perfectly.”

“I feel so lucky just to be attending the same university as him!”

I cringed a bit at the conversation and scrolled on my phone while I waited for the game to start. Beside me, Jessica pulled out a pair of binoculars and started scouring the ice rink. I can see the cheerleaders performing an energetic opening dance on ice skates before the game, with Lisa in the lead. She looked dazzling in her skimpy uniform, with her perfectly tanned legs and platinum blonde hair pulled up into a high ponytail with a bow. She waved her pom poms around to hype the crowd up. Looking at the girl who stole my boyfriend made me sick.

I had never been much of a sports fan, but the way the crowd was getting excited made me excited, too. As the hockey players skated out onto the rink, some of them skated up to certain cheerleaders who were their girlfriends and kissed them publicly. I could see Justin and Lisa exchange glances.

Justin had never brought me to his games, even though we had been dating for a couple of months. When I did go to his games, he never paid any attention to me until after. I thought that he was just shy at the time, but now I knew that he just didn’t want Lisa seeing us together.

“Don’t pay any attention to Justin,” Jessica said, handing me the binoculars so I could see better. “He’s not worth your time.”

and peered through them. For some reason, I searched for Enzo. I didn’t know why I

And he saw me.

he had a sixth sense, like he knew exactly where I

as my face turned red. Enzo turned away and skated out to the middle of the rink, skating around in circles and pumping his hockey stick in

feet. He would perform quick moves with his hockey stick to fake out the opponents, hitting the puck between their legs to one of his

aggressive. One player in particular — I think he was the captain of the other team — started following Enzo closely

“C’mon, Enzo!” Jessica shouted.

beside me, sitting up in her seat

suddenly, the other team’s captain threw his stick and his helmet down on the ice and tackled Enzo. The crowd gasped as they tussled on the ice. The other player threw punches at Enzo while Enzo only blocked and

in

his helmet back on, covering his curly brown hair. The

to the rink and began their halftime

girl about how hot Enzo looked dodging the unsportsmanlike competitor during the fight. As long as I had known her, Jessica always had an easy time making friends. I didn’t mind it, because I was more introverted and appreciated the fact that she usually took control of all of the

stood and shimmied out of our row, then went down the bleachers toward the food stands. My stomach was growling and

please,” I said to

handed my money to the vendor and waited for my pretzel. Just then, I felt someone watching me and turned around to see