Tiffany and I stood on the sidelines while the game took place. She bought me a hot cocoa and a soft pretzel while we watched.
“You know, he clearly really likes you,” Tiffany said, leaning closer to me so I could hear her over the roaring of the crowd.
“I know,” I replied, taking a bite of my pretzel. I didn’t bother saying that Enzo was the person I slept with because I figured she already knew.
“I totally understand if he’s not your type, but let me just say this…” Tiffany paused to take a sip of her hot cocoa. Her red lipstick stained the white paper cup. “I’ve known these boys for two years now. They’re obnoxious and full of themselves, but most of them are good kids. Enzo especially.”
My heart leaped a bit at Tiffany’s words. I looked out at the rink, where Enzo was taking the lead over the opposing team. He moved fluidly on the ice, easily flicking his hockey stick this way and that to control the puck as he flew toward the goal.
As I watched Enzo play and pondered what Tiffany said, I thought back to the night that Enzo and I had sex. He had been so gentle and understanding with me, not bothered at all that I was a virgin. He took care of me and made sure that I felt good, too, and didn’t just use me to get off like most guys did at this age.
Were his actions genuine that night?
I wasn’t sure, but even though I enjoyed the night I spent with him, I knew I wouldn’t do it again. I didn’t want to be tangled up in this mess.
Just then, my thoughts were broken by the sound of splitting wood and a collective gasp from the crowd as a player from the other team slammed full-force into Enzo, knocking him onto the ice. I watched as his helmet came off and slid across the rink while his broken stick went in the other direction.
People screamed as the other player climbed on top of Enzo and began punching him deliberately in the face, repeatedly. The referee blew his whistle several times and skated over, but he couldn’t get the other player off of Enzo by himself.
Enzo didn’t fight back. He seemed like he hit his head on the ice when his helmet came off and it knocked him unconscious.
Finally, with the help of two other players from our team, the referee managed to get the angry player off of Enzo and drag him away.
Tiffany and I shot a look at each other and dropped our hot cocoa and pretzels, running over to the rink entrance as Enzo was lifted and carried to us by a couple of his teammates. He was conscious now, but his face was bruised and bloody and there was some blood coming out of his mouth from all the punches.
“Bring him to the locker room,” Tiffany said. I stepped out of the way to let them through, my heart pounding as I watched them carry him away. My chest ached to see Enzo injured so badly, and I just wanted to hold him.
We followed them to the locker room, where they sat Enzo down on a bench. He was fully conscious now and able to sit up on his own. Tiffany threw her medical bag down and started examining his face.
“Doctor!” someone shouted from the doorway. “The other guy is having a seizure. I think he was on something-“
Tiffany looked at me questioningly. I nodded, affirming that I could handle Enzo on my own, then she stood up and ran out of the locker room.
I crouched down, rifling through Tiffany’s bag for supplies. I grabbed some alcohol and gauze to clean the worst wounds and an ice pack.
“I’m fine,” Enzo said. “I don’t need any of that.”
I frowned and looked up at him. “Yes you do,” I replied angrily. “You’ll get an infection.”
As I went to clean his wounds, he pushed me away and grumbled under his breath. I figured that maybe he was just a bit out of it from hitting his head and tried again, but again he pushed me away, which made me angry.
“I’m the doctor here!” I shouted, grabbing his hand and yanking it away from his face so he couldn’t push me away again. He turned to me with a surprised look on his face, but when I went to clean his wounds, he finally let me do it.
Enzo winced but didn’t pull away as I dabbed at his wounds with the alcohol.
Something strange happened while I cleaned his face, though; as I cleaned it, I realized that the cuts almost seemed to be closing up on their own…
Were my eyes deceiving me, or were Enzo’s wounds healing right in front of me?
Before I had the chance to say anything, Tiffany came into the room with her sleeves rolled up and vomit crusted on her shirt from helping the other player. As the door swung open for a moment, I could see two EMTs carrying him out on a stretcher.
Another EMT followed Tiffany into the room to come and look at Enzo. I stood and stepped out of the way while he crouched down and inspected Enzo’s face.
“Hm,” the EMT muttered, turning Enzo’s head this way and that. He stood and shrugged. “You’re perfectly fine. Just some very minor bruising. I’m surprised it’s not worse from what your doctor here told me about the fight.”
As the EMT left, Enzo shot me a wary look. What was he hiding?
Whatever it was, I would discover it on Monday during the second round of physical fitness tests.
Nina
The hockey game ended early after the fight. As it turned out, the player who attacked Enzo was on steroids to be bigger and stronger, and he took too many of them. When Enzo scored a goal, the other player flew into a fit of rage. He had a seizure while I was tending to Enzo, but I heard from Tiffany that he turned out okay — but he would be disqualified from participating in hockey for the rest of his time in university and was on probation at his school.
Even though the game ended early, our team still won since we had several more points than the other team by the time Enzo was attacked, which meant two things: the hockey team would be moving onto the next round of the tournament, and the party would still be held.
I didn’t want to go to the party. I was planning on going home, but before I could get away, Jessica and Lori cornered me and talked me into it.
“C’mon!” Jessica whined, pressing her hands together in a prayerlike gesture and pushing out her lower lip like she usually did when she wanted something. “All of the hot guys are gonna be there.”
I finally caved and agreed to go, but went home and changed into something more appropriate for a party. Just like the last party, I couldn’t help but want to look good… it felt like my feminine instincts were coming out and making me want to impress Enzo, even though I wanted no part of that romance. I put on a tight-fitting top and skinny jeans, along with my usual leather jacket and a bit of eye makeup.
We arrived at the party a while after it had already begun. Of course, Justin and Enzo were there. They seemed to be avoiding each other.
Lisa was there, too. I didn’t dare to go anywhere near any of the hockey players after I saw the evil look she gave me.
“Here,” Lori said, grabbing me a beer from the cooler. The party was in one of the frat houses since it was still raining and chilly outside, although some people hung out on the porch.
I gratefully took the beer. We clinked our bottles together and drank.
After everything that had happened lately, I just wanted to forget about all of it… so I drank more. And more.
The alcohol soon took over me and let me loosen up, so I felt comfortable dancing. I could feel both Enzo’s and Justin’s eyes on me as I danced, but I didn’t care. I decided that tonight, I would just ignore them and have fun.
At one point, Lori, Jessica and I stumbled out of the living room onto the back porch for some fresh air. We were laughing, our cheeks rosy from the alcohol.
“That Matt guy from the hockey team always looks at me at these parties,” Jessica said as she pulled a cigarette out of her purse and lit it up. “I kinda feel like hooking up with him tonight.”
Lori didn’t say anything. I knew that she never really cared for guys too much, and preferred girls. One night, after smoking weed together last semester, she told me her biggest secret: she had feelings for Jessica. But Jessica was straight, so it was never happening. I promised never to reveal Lori’s secret, but it did always make my heart ache for her when things like this happened.
After smoking for a bit, Jessica primped her hair and pushed her breasts together. “How do I look?” she said. “Hot enough for a hockey player?”
Lori and I both nodded — I could see Lori’s face turn even redder, but I pretended not to notice.
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