Chapter 15

So I read through this story, and I just have to apologize. This story had gotten very bad and I will do my best to try and turn it around. So first, I want to clear some things up. The story is in place in the 07-08 season in about mid-November. Unfortunately, I never really stressed how into hockey Kylie is, so I tried to make it more prominent in this chapter. Once again, I'm sorry and thanks for sticking around with me.


Chapter 15
Kylie’s POV

I rolled my eyes while listening to the gym teacher drone on and on about how to shoot in hockey. He can shut up now, it’s really not that hard at all. I glanced up at the clock, 9th period was always the worst, it went by the slowest. Finally, the teacher let us go and gave us some scrimmaging time. Every one else was just pushing the “puck” (also known as a ball) on their stick, not trying to handle it at all. I shrugged, I might as well stooped down to their level. I did the same thing, lazily walking through the gym floor before passing it off.
“Come on Kylie, I know you can do better!” Mr. Scranton yelled out across the gym. How the hell did he know that I could do better? He’s never seen me play before!
“Fine.” I snapped. I picked my pace up to a jog, easily stick-handling past every one on the other team and shot it into the net. “There.”
“Tone it down a little.” Mr. Scranton said, now smiling though. I threw my hands up in the air and groaned, which way was it going to be? I went through the rest of the gym class not really thinking, just going through the motions. Finally, the bell rang and I changed out of my gym uniform and left campus. I wrapped my arms around my chest, the air was now beginning to get chilly. That was a good sign though, that meant hockey season was almost here! I knew that Sid was going to be home tonight, but they left Friday morning for three days. At least I know Brent wouldn’t be around tonight, but I would have to watch out the other days. I got home to see Sidney on the couch reading a magazine, actually relaxing for once.
“You know what, Ky, I think I might have a rink built in the backyard. You know, like old times.” Sidney said still reading his magazine.
I shrugged, “Yeah. That would be cool.” Sidney stood up and stretched.
“We don’t have practice until tonight, but I need to practice. Come skate around with me.” He said. I couldn’t help but laugh, for Sidney it was all hockey. But I definitely couldn’t pass up the chance to play some hockey, it’s been a while. I ran upstairs and grabbed my Reebok bag (Sidney insisted since he was a sponsor, that I should use the gear to) and lugged it down the stairs.
“I take that as a yes.” Sidney said grinning. I laughed and threw the bag into the back seat next to his and we got in Jim. For once, I got out at Mellon Arena and wasn’t afraid to be mobbed since I was with Sidney. It was just the two of us care free on a Friday afternoon. We changed in the locker room laughing the whole time. This is how hockey is supposed to be, carefree and fun. I stepped on the ice and in my excitement, I took a long stride forward. It had been too long since I was on skates, I took a huge fall and landed on my ass. Sidney let out a booming laugh and poked me with his stick. “Oh come on now, Kylie. I am embarrassed to call you my sister.” I grumbled and sat up and rubbed my head, I should have probably put a helmet on. I stood up and pushed Sidney before skating around, letting myself feel the comfortable burn in my legs. Sidney brought out a bucket of pucks and I began shooting. Most of the pucks went rickocheting off of the glass.
Sidney whistled. “Jesus Christ Ky, strong shoot. If you got it accurate..”
“Yeah yeah, if I got my shot accurate I could be one of the greats. But one of the greats of what? There’s no WNHL.” I said grumbling going on one of my normal rants.
Sidney rolled his eyes. “Yes, I know. But I could give you some pointers.”
“Alright.” I grumbled. I hate getting help from him, but sometimes it was worth it. We must have practiced shooting around for at least an hour and half, just putting pucks on the goal.
“How about we scrimmage?” Sidney said with a cocky grin. I returned the smile, “It’s on.” We did rock-paper-scissors-shoot to decide who gets the puck first. Sidney won and it took it to the other side of the ice. When we play one-on-one, you have to score in the opposite goal that you start from after some one scares. But if you steal it, game on. We played for awhile, actually playing by the rules and not just to win. But after all, we both are Crosby’s and our competitive streaks show often. I was skating down the ice when all of a sudden I felt something whack me in the back of the ankle, causing me to go down hard. Sidney stole the puck and quickly went down the ice, easily putting the puck into the empty night. I stood up and threw my stick. “What the hell was that?” I yelled.
Sidney shrugged innocently. “I’ve never seen some one go down that easily on their own.” Oh no, he wasn’t playing his games with me.
“Fuck you, Crosby! That was such a trip and you know it! Penalty shot.” I demanded. He skated over, now angry too. We were standing face to face in the center of the ice, both fuming. “God Kylie, you are such a baby. You have to learn to deal with the fact that peoples sticks get tangled in your skates sometimes.” He said, treating me like I was some loser that didn’t understand the game of hockey.
“There’s a difference between getting a stick tangled up and intentionally whacking the back of someone’s skate.” I said heatedly.
Sid shrugged. “Whatever.” I pushed him hard from behind, this isn’t just whatever.
“Really?” Sidney said turning around laughing. “Do you really want to go there?” I couldn’t help but smile as I dropped my gloves..
“Yeah, I do.” I said smirking.
He shook his head, “I’m not fighting my baby sister.”
I laughed, “Because you know I would win.” I knew that this would egg him on. He dropped his gloves, but still insisted, “I’m not going to fight you.” I threw my fist out, intending to punch him in the stomach. Mom would kill me if I injured his face, so would have the girl in Pittsburgh. I didn’t plan for him though, to quickly snatch my wrist and twist it painfully.
“Who’s the best?’ Sidney said laughing.
I gritted my teeth. “Not you.”
He twisted my wrist tighter. “Wrong answer.”
“Fine. You are the best, Mr. Crosby.” I heard some laughing and we both turned around to see in shock that most of the team was assembled in the runway, haven gotten to practice early. I blushed and Sidney let go of my wrist. He was also blushing, we don’t like it when people experience our intense sibling rivalry. We both skated towards the runway, getting off the ice. Billy held his hands tightly against his sides and the rest of the guys mimicked him.
“Don’t hurt me Sidney! You are the best!” Billy shrieked, holding his hands now behind his back.
Sidney rolled his eyes. “I already know I am.” He said before laughing. The whole team followed before Marc-Andre spoke me. “Excuse me, excuse me. I think that honor belongs to me. I save all of your asses when you make mistakes.”
“More like we cover you!” TK yelled and they all laughed again. I swear being around the guys was like being around a seventh grade health class when they gave you the sex talk. I went down the hallway a few feet until I was out of their eyesight before kneeling down and taking the skates off my aching feet.
“You gave Sid a run for his money.” A deep voice said, startling me. I jumped and gasped, putting my hand over my heart. “God, Jordan. You almost gave me a heart attack.” Jordan was in the corner putting some more tape around his knob. I tried not to giggle when I thought of that. Let’s face it, I’m as bad as the guys and the seventh grade health class.
“Sorry.” Jordan said with a chuckle.
I waved my hand. “No problem. Make sure to hit Sidney for me, extra hard.” I said sweetly.
He laughed, “I can do that for you, no problem.”
Jordan looked at me strangely. “So are you and Max still dating?” He asked. We were interrupted by, speak of the devil, Max.
“There’s my girl.” Max said in a booming voice and pulled me against him, crushing me against his chest. I inhaled his comfortable scent and wrapped my arms around him.
“I guess so.” Jordan muttered before walking away towards the ice. I pulled away from Max, craning my head to see Jordan.
“Wait Jordan, we were talking.” I said.
Jordan shrugged, “I have to practice.”
“Talk later?”
“Whatever.” Jordan said before stepping onto the ice. I was left there standing, puzzled by Jordan’s hot and cold behaviour towards me.