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Fuck.
A Seattle player was on a breakaway.
As he closed in, I did my best to cut down his angles. He tried to slip the puck through my legs, but I dropped into the butterfly, trapping the puck under my pads. Our fans erupted with applause.
“A little close there, Dis,” Ari commented as he moved past me.
“Now I’m getting nicknames of my fucking nickname?” I called out as I tossed the puck to the ref.
“It’s all about how I feel in the moment,” he shot back as he lined up near Tommy who was getting ready for a face-off.
Another glance back at the girl. She was up on her feet, arms crossed in front of a rack that not even her loose Seattle jersey could hide.
Fuck. I was not about to get a woody in the middle of this fucking game.
Ari would never let me live that down.
I also was not going to rip off that Seattle jersey in the middle of the game.
Because I was a fucking gentleman.
At that moment Soto, our so-called enforcer, decided it was a good idea to throw his gloves off and throw some punches. I couldn't help but roll my eyes watching him go at it with the grace of an elephant. Predictably, he was banished to the penalty box, which meant our team was effectively down a player.
Seattle’s power play unit moved the puck with precision, weaving a web of passes right through our defense. I braced myself for the shot.
But it happened. A swift pass, perfectly timed, and the puck whizzed past me, finding the back of the net. Seattle’s fans erupted as the red light behind me illuminated.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
"Hey tender, your legs are so wide open you make your mama look like a saint,” Taylors called as he shot me a smug grin.
“Taylors’, your mama's so nasty, they used to call them "jumpolines" 'til she bounced on one,” Tommy called back as he skated by with a nod.
Ari snorted. “Tommy, I didn’t know you were funny.” He patted me on the helmet. “Not another shot,Walker Disney Davis. You’re a fucking wall.”
I nodded, feeling like the girl’s eyes were staring into the back of my helmet. She was going to think I sucked.
I’m a fucking wall. I’m a fucking wall,I chanted to myself, determinednotto suck anymore.
The next play Seattle executed a perfectly timed cross-ice pass, setting up a one-timer from the faceoff circle. I kicked out my left leg in a sweeping motion, deflecting the puck away from the net.
“Very nice, Disney,” Ari screamed. “Good fucking boy.”
Praise kink unlocked. I’d have to examine that later.
Second period ended without another score, and I skated desperately off the ice as soon as the buzzer sounded. My teammates were trying to talk to me, but I was a man on a mission.
“Hey, Fargo,” I called out to one of the security guards by the box. He frowned and looked at me. “There’s a girl over there,” I told him, gesturing to the blonde. “Second row, towards the middle.” He squinted and then finally nodded.
“Davis—in the locker room,” Coach Gretz yelled as he walked by. I waved at him, unable to go in for the break until I knew she couldn’t get away.
“Fargo, for the love of all that is holy. Find a way to keep that girl here after the game. I don’t care what it takes.”
He stared at me like I’d lost my mind. And I was pretty sure if he was thinking that…he’d be right.
“Kid, what do you want me to do, kidnap her?” he asked, confused. “And what are you doing thinking about pussy in the middle of a game? Don’t you get fucking laid enough?”
For a second I was tempted to rip his vocal chords out for calling my girl “pussy,” but I held myself back. That wouldn’t get me what I wanted.
