Waves of applause echoed through the stadium, the bright white lights casting bright glares across the sea of people. Fuck. This is what I lived for. The cheers, applause and echos of screams because I played a good fucking game. I weave through the players, taking full control of the puck as it slides across the ice like a boat on still waters.

My eyes flick up, the goal was virtually clear and the bastards infront of it were as competent and agile as an elephant jacked up on two pounds of heroin.

3…2…1

With one hard hit, the puck flies into the net and screams call out from the other side of the glass just as the bell rang overhead signalling the end of the match.

a massive grin curves onto my lips as he shoot, my eyes darting across the arena while the rest of my team begins their celebration. Skating closer to the glass to thank the crowd and shit, my eyes flick over to a particularly catching sign that reads,

WOULD YOU CARE FOR A BRACELET IN EXCHANGE FOR THE WINNING PUCK (that you scored)???!?

Curiosity peaked and amusement sparked, I lift up the puck and nod to the girl. She holds up the bracelet and grins back at me. Fuck, she really does have a bracelet. I nod and gesture her down, mouthing, “"meet me near the edge of the glass.” And she does.

She steps down the staircase and near the glass door, a flash of nerves brush her face when security raises an eyebrow but she points behind them to me and I nod. Let the crazy girl with her adorable fucking bracelet pass, assholes.

And they do, dropping my helmet, I run a hand through the dark locks that stuck to my forehead, “Here,”