Chapter 13

I was stuck sitting at the stands, having to listen to coach Phillips all day screaming at the players, I guess that was to keep them focussed. "You need to be prepared always, things can get rough at any time," Phillips explained to the team. I rolled my eyes looked away from them, gosh! I was also forced to listen to their talk because of the seat Aamon had made me sit in, he told me to not move even a step or else he will murder me. "Blackwood!" I looked up when I heard Phillips scream out Aamon's name. "You're doing great." I felt my eyes turn on their own to the rink, Aamon was on the ice, his stick handling the puck with ease. I couldn't help but feel get lost watching him play with pride. His movements were fluid and graceful, his muscles rippled beneath his jersey as he skated across the ice. His hair, messy and bounced cooly with each stride, he made. The way he dodged his opponents with ease, I couldn't help but think that he was the best player on the ice. His skill was unde