A/N: The team, the names, maybe even some of the facts are all FICTION, meaning not real! Just to let you all know, I just got into hockey so some of my lingo may be wrong and I might say something that’s not completely true. Feel free to help me out just don’t be rude about it.

A day off was just what I needed. A relaxing day just chilling out in front of the TV doing nothing was how I planned to spend my day. That was until my phone went off at ten in the morning signaling that I had a new text message.

Meet me at the café at 11. We need to catch up.

-Addy

I waited until 10:15 before I decided to roll out of bed. I took a shower and pulled my hair back into a loose ponytail, letting my natural waves do whatever they wanted. I changed into a pair of jeans and a black sweater. Mom was in the kitchen making some pancakes when I got downstairs. None of my family was early risers.

“Morning hunny. You want some pancakes.” Mom asked with a smile.

“I’m meeting Addy at the café in a few minutes.” I answered pouring myself a glass of apple juice.

“When did you plan that?” She asked flipping over one of the cakes.

“She text me this morning.”

“Oh.” I could tell that mom was a little disappointed. She looked away from me.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Oh nothing. It’s just that your already 20 and sometimes I just wonder where all those years went.” Mom sounded like she was about to cry.

“Mom! I hate when you do that.” Mom had the tendency to get emotional at the most random of times.

“Sorry Aidan. Go have fun with Addison.”

I parked in front of the café. It was my day off and I was by no means walking there. I knew that Addison was already there because I saw her in her normal spot by the window.

“You’re late.” She scolded when I got to the table. I looked down at my watch.

“Five minutes. Give me a break.” I sat down across from her.

“I have so much to tell you.” Addison leaned across the table, already forgiving me for being late.

“Wait.” I held up a hand to stop her. “Let me get ready.” I pretended to stretch a little and waited for the waitress to pour me a coffee.

“You done yet.” Addison asked impatiently.

“All right go ahead.” I leaned back in my chair and brought my coffee to my lips.

“Well since you’re gone I’ve become captain.”

“I knew it.” I said with a snap of my fingers.

“Coach has been a complete dick since you’ve left. Always yelling and screaming about this and that. I don’t even know what he’s talking about half the time.”

“That’s because I always used to correct him.” I replied smugly.

Addison rolled her eyes. “Whatever you say. Becca still plays like crap. I swear she doesn’t even know how to tie her own skates. Julie can hardly skate from one end to the rink to the other without becoming short of breath. Such a waste. Heather is too lost in her own world to even realize she’s on the ice. So it’s basically Brenda and me pulling our teams weight.” Addison rambled.

“So everything is about the same.”

“Pretty much. I miss you so much. This season is going to suck without you.” Addison leaned back and pouted.

“I miss you too.” I replied.

“So tell me. How is it like playing for the Bandits?” Addison asked, excitement clearly written on her face.

“The first few days sucked but it’s getting better. Oh you should see this bruise I have on my back.”

“Bruise from what?”

“Logan Harper.” I said through clenched teeth.

“Logan Harper gave you a bruise? Can I touch it?” Addison jumped up from the table and ran around to me. She tried to tug up on my sweater.

“Knock it off.” I swatted her away. “No you can’t touch it but I will show it to you in a less public place.”

“That bruise is worth big bucks.” Addison said, matter of factly as she took a bite of her bagel.

“Let me just cut off my skin, preserve it and sell it on Ebay.”

Addison scrunched up her nose is disgust. “Don’t be gross.”

I continued to tell Addison about my trails and tribulations with Logan. I stopped when I noticed she was lost in thought.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?”

“I’m just thinking about how Logan is one fine piece of man meat.”

I cringed at Addison’s choice of words. “He’s a fine piece of jackass if that’s what you mean.”

"But you admit I’m fine.” I turned around startled to see Logan’s face within inches of mine. He was leaning against the back of my chair. I looked around to see he was with Mark, Brian, Mike, Chad, and Frankie. I pushed his face away from mine and stood up.

“How is it that I’m always running into you here?” I snarled at him. I waved a hello to the other guys.

“Well this café is just a block away from the hockey house.” Logan pointed out, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“The hockey house?”

“Where most of us live.” He stated condescendingly. I scrunched my face up in confusion to show that I still didn’t quite understand what he was talking about. “Can someone explain it to her so it absorbs through her thick head.” Logan exclaimed exasperated.

Mike or as the team like to call him, Mikey stepped forward. “Since most of us don’t live around here and since we spend most of our time here in Boston between practices and home games, management thought it would be easier if they bought one big house for all of us to stay in.”

“Why is this the first time I’m hearing about this?”

“It’s bad enough you’re on the team and we have to share a locker room with you. Now you want to live with us?” Logan said

“Hell no. No girl in her right mind would want to live in a house with twenty some guys.” Addison nodded her head in agreement.

“Well actually there are usually about twelve guys that live in the house. Some do live around here, others actually rent out apartments, and there’s call ups throughout the season.” Chad explained some more.

“All I’m saying is that it would be nice to get invited over.” I feigned sadness as I sat back down in my chair.

“Right. Like were going to throw you one big welcome to the team party at the house.” Logan replied with fake jolliness.

“Would it kill you?”

“Just consider yourself lucky that I decided not to check you into the glass anymore.” Logan shrugged his shoulders as if he was proud of himself.

“That’s very sweet of you but I think it’s because I hit you back and now your scared of me.”

“Scared of you? Not likely. I just decided that maybe you can take a hit and you’re not worth my time anymore.” Logan grunted and walked away.

“I’ll see you guys later.” I waved a hand at the other guys as they followed Logan out of the café.

“Wasn’t he just the charming one.” Addison stated sarcastically. I rolled my eyes and finished my now cold coffee.

If there was one thing I hated most in this world it would have to be running late. My alarm clock had failed me this morning and was now in about twenty different pieces on my floor. I speed into the parking lot of the arena and parked in the first spot I found. I tried to run but my hockey bag was just weighing me down. I burst into the hockey room to find most of the guys already changed and ready to hit the ice. I came to a screeching halt when I looked at my locker. Some had taken the time to toilet paper my locker. If that wasn’t bad enough they had to wet it down so now wet toilet paper hung on every inch of my locker. I turned my head slowly to Logan who was laughing.

“You toilet papered my locker.” I stated slowly.

“Yup.” He smiled mighty proud of himself.

“You’re an idiot. How juvenile is that?”

“It’s only just the beginning girly.” He whispered in my ear as he left the locker room. I started at my locker in disbelief.

“Sorry but it’s all in good fun.” Mark said apologetically before leaving the room.

“I don’t have time for this.” I started to change and Logan’s pile of clothes caught my eye. “What the hell. I’m already late.” I smirk came across my face when I thought of what I could do to them.

Coach Lewis yelled at me for being late, just like I knew he would. Logan thought that it was the best thing in the world. We ran drills and practiced shooting and passing and all that good stuff for about an hour and a half. Then we scrimmaged each other for about a half hour before Coach decided to call it quits. I got myself excused a little early because of “female problems.” I love how that phrase always makes men squirm. I needed to retrieve Logan’s clothes before he got back to the locker room. I laid them out on his bench and started to change out of my practice gear. A few minutes later they all entered chatting away with each other. I watched Logan go over to his locker. He stared down at his clothes in confusion. I saw him scowl as he picked up his shirt. He turned to me angry.

“You froze my clothes!” He yelled at me.

I gave him a cocky grin and nodded. “I knew there was an advantage of having a big freezer down the hall.”

“They keep that locked.” Frankie pointed out.

I pulled a bobby pin out of my hair and presented it like it was a piece of gold.

“That genius.” The guys came up to me and started to give me high fives.

I turned back to Logan. “Just let them sit awhile. They’ll thaw out.”

“I hate you Aidan Wagner!” Logan seethed.

“Says the guy who put wet toilet paper all over my locker!” I countered pointing to my still messy locker.

“It’s war.” Logan threw his frozen shirt down on the bench.

“Oh hunny it’s been war but good catching up.” By this point I had finished changing. I left the locker room with a final wave. I couldn’t help but laugh when I heard Logan let out a yell followed by the sound of him kicking something, which was followed by a “Son of a bitch! I hate that girl!”

Oh how revenge tasted so sweet!