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Unlike my teammate Greg, who looks like he hasn’t hit the gym since last May.
After my knee surgery, I spent every day working out to get it into shape for the season.
Fucking knee surgery. A torn meniscus from a game where I twisted my knee during the playoffs. I played through the pain for a week, but still cost us the season with that fucking missed goal. I should’ve had that one.
So, this year I am determined. My focus is all on hockey. No distractions.
This year, we are going to win it all.
Not that I can’t play around a bit. I’ve been back for a couple of weeks for training and already hooked up with Cora.
For the first two weeks, Drexton Hall is filled with just hockey students. It’s one of the biggest hockey schools in the northeast. Most of the student body is made up of athletes, and the first two weeks before the semester starts there’s only hockey students training and getting ready for a new season.
Cora is also a junior and plays on the women’s hockey team.
The first party of the year, and she comes up to me with only one thing on her mind. And I was not going to turn that down after a dry uneventful summer.
It was rough and adventurous. Everything that would keep my head on straight and focused on the upcoming season, but then I saw Lenny.
I want more of that one night. It was passionate and sensual. Not at all rough, not at all forced, no faking. It was real.
She is full of passion. I could tell from the first kiss. When I leaned back to get her bag, she leaned forward and our lips brushed against each other. She leaned even more, closing the gap with such passion, I lost my head.
I wasn’t looking to do anything, but like the gentleman I was raised to be, I carried her bag up and walked her to her door. Only to find an empty dark room with the scent of vanilla wafting out into the hall.
I love that scent. It reminds me of my mom’s baking during holiday breaks.
Weird, I know. But she just feels like home.
Seeing her again, is making me crave more of that sense of home mixed with her passion. I crave that real feeling of just being ourselves. All fun, and no hockey or classes to worry about. I need that break. A break away from all my responsibilities.
Even the way she talked about her plans for summer had passion in it. It’s like she grabs life by the balls and makes it hers. I want more of that.
I want to feel that passion in my life again.
I love hockey, but the stress to win and be the best starts to weigh on me.
So here I am walking out of the gym, looking back to catch another glance of her.
Lenny.
It has to be a nickname for something. I don’t know what. I don’t even know her last name. All I know is Lenny, with the blue eyes. She has beautiful ice blue eyes.
When I look at them it feels like I’m looking into her soul. They’re the color of a lake I used to play on. The same frozen lake where my grandfather taught me how to skate.
I love her eyes.
They’re not like mine. Mine have more of a gray tone. Hers are bright.
But no.
Hockey.
Hockey is my focus. My life.
If I’m lucky I’ll get drafted out of school. I have to get my degree first. It’s a promise I made my dad, a compromise for coming here in the first place. It’s my dream to play hockey at the top level and to make it pro, but to my dad there are just too many what if’s.
What if I don’t get drafted?
