Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
I’m about to peel off my jersey when I see Scott, the reporter with SportsCenter, approach me.
“Hey there, Evan. Good game tonight,” he says. Taking out his phone, he presses the red button and takes out his little square notepad with questions. “Tonight’s goal is for sure going to end up as one of the best plays of the night,” he starts off saying, and I smile thinking about it. “Was that something you guys practiced?”
“No,” I say. “It is just the chemistry that we have with each other on the ice. We play very similar.”
“There were a couple of turnovers in the zone tonight. How crucial is it to stop that from happening?” he asks into his phone and then puts it in front of my mouth.
“I think we really have to tighten it up on our end. Mistakes happen and it’s just part of the game. We learn from it and move on.”
“You were trending on Twitter last night,” he starts, and I force myself not to smile. “Zara Stone reached out to you for a date.” He looks at me, raising his eyebrows. The reporters standing around us hear the question and look over with interest. “Is that date going to happen?”
I laugh now. “Come on, Scott. A gentleman never kisses and tells,” I say then nod at him. “Thanks for the questions.” I walk away from him and go into the shower area where I know they can’t follow us. I wait there for ten minutes until I hear the music start playing, which means the reporters have left. I walk back out, stripping off my jersey and tossing it in the big bin. I find my skates and helmet packed away for our trip. I take off my pants and hang them on the hook. The sound of the Velcro echoes in the room once I take off my chest protector and also hang that. The only thing that comes on the road with me is my helmet and skates. Other than that, I have one I travel with and another that stays here. I’m one of the last ones in the shower, and when I finally slip on my black suit jacket, it’s almost time to go.
I grab my overnight bag and head out to the waiting bus. I sit at the front of the bus since I’m one of the last ones on, and when Coach finally gets on, you hear the hiss of the bus as it finally pulls out of the parking garage. I grab my phone and go through my messages. I have a couple from my mother about my game tonight.
My father also sends me a couple, but his are harsher. He points out every single mistake I made, which are on point, and he isn’t wrong. I guess that’s why he’s going for a head coach job next year.
The last one is from Candace.
Me: Good news is you’re still trending on Twitter. This time because of that goal and not the stupid date.
I roll my eyes at the last comment and then go on Instagram. I scroll through the stories and, then I search Zara Stone. She is private, so I request to follow her. I see that she has her name and a website, so I click it and it takes me to Zara’a Closet.
I don’t have time to search anything because the bus comes to a stop and I get up. I take a picture of the plane for my Instagram story. As soon as the plane takes off, the food starts coming out. The sound of plates clinking fills the air, and I open my phone again. I sat by myself this time, and when I look around, everyone seems to be in their own world. That is what happens when you travel late at night. I scan her website and see that she works for Nordstrom, and I set a plan in motion in my head.
When we finally land, it looks like everyone is ready to crash, and no one really says anything as we get our key cards. Dumping my bag right inside the door, I undress and finally lay my head down at almost three thirty. I close off my phone completely, and when I wake up in the morning, I’m shocked to see it’s almost noon.
I pick up the phone and call the front desk to request a car. I get up, washing off my face and grabbing my black jeans and a black T-shirt. I run my fingers through my hair and then slide on my black leather jacket. With my wallet in my hand and my phone tucked into my back pocket, I make my way downstairs. I spot some of the guys and just nod at them while I walk to the front desk. I put on my dark Ray-Bans so no one really notices me.