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So I am wrote this chapter via my mom's iPad, and now I'm uploading it through her iPad as well. That means that there are probably more mistakes than usual, so I apologize in advance. WRiting on a plane isn't exactly easy....

Also, formatting might be off

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Dear god, I wish I had brought some water with me.

I was ten minutes into my tryout, and I was already sucking wind. Now, I was in pretty good shape from my season, but Coach Hannover had me doing straight-up sprints. As a warm-up, I'd done a few easy laps around the ice, and then the hard drills had started.

First, Coach Hannover timed me doing suicides, and then he'd timed how fast I could skate backwards around one lap of the arena. Then, if that wasn't enough, he decided that I would also get timed doing circle drills.

It also didn't help that the entire Ice Devils team was sitting in the stands, watching my tryout. Dane hadn't been lying when he'd said they were there, and they weren't exactly quiet either. There was a lot of whooping and cat calls sounding from the stands, and usually I could tune these things out. However, today, I was all too aware of their presence.

After I finished my current set of line drills, I looked to the bench where Coach Hannover was standing, along with the assistant coach, Coach Marshall. Coach Hannover leaned over and whispered something to Coach Marshall, which he then wrote down on the clipboard he was holding. I was actually surprised that he was taking notes on my tryout seeing as he was firmly against this whole thing.

Suddenly, Coach Hannover threw a couple pucks onto the ice. "Show us your shot if you even have one, Rogers," he called, and I bit into my mouth guard harder at the smug, doubtful look on his face to keep from saying something I'd regret. However, I was also sadly appreciative that he actually said the right last name, so I skated slowly and confidently up to the pucks.

I pushed them towards the net and pooled the six or so pucks in the slot. Then, I hunched over and rested my stick on the middle of my thighs as I looked at the net. I forced myself to concentrate on the net, and then I stood up and stick-handled one of the pucks for a moment.

"Any time now, Ro-"

I let the first shot rip, this time opting for a slapshot, which I'd spent a long time on since I was a defenseman. It settled nicely in the right top shelf of the net, and I smirked happily to myself before letting another puck loose.

After using just my slapshot for the first round of shots, I collected the pucks from the net and brought them back up to the slot. Then, I changed to my wrist shot, which was no doubt my strongest shot. I spent hour after hour shooting against the door of our garage, sometimes with Nick, and we'd broken quite a few windows.

I shot puck after puck at the net, every single one finding its designated resting spot, and after retrieving the pucks, I let out another round of wrist shots. It was important that I showed Coach Hannover my strongest shot last, because that would be the most lasting memory of my tryout.

Just as I finished cleaning out the net for the third time, Coach Marshall called my name. "C'mere Rogers!" he yelled as Coach Hannover looked over the clipboard. Both of their mouths were fixed in grim lines, and Coach Hannover was looking intensely at the notes on the clipboard.

I abandoned the group of pucks at the slot and skated over to the bench where Coach Hannover and Coach Marshall were standing. I sprayed a little ice as I came to a sharp stop in front of them, and I rested both of my hands on the butt end of my stick.

Neither of the coaches said anything for a minute, and because I'm an impatient teenager, I broke the silence myself.

"Well?" I asked, spitting out my mouth guard and doing my best to keep the breathlessness out of my voice.

Coach Marshall shared a look with Coach Hannover before he turned to me and shrugged. "Your skills are solid," he stated, and I could tell he was less against my tryout than Coach Hannover was.

"Thanks," I replied, grinning at the compliment. Then, I turned my focus to Coach Hannover, who had his hands crossed over his chest. Coach Marshall also looked to him, and Coach Hannover realized that it was his turn to say something.

"You aren't heinous," he stated, and I decided to take that as a compliment. However, before I could thank him, Coach Hannover regained his superior smirk that pissed me off so.

"What?" I blurted, and I mentally kicked myself for sounded slightly rude to someone who controlled my future on this team.

"You asked for a tryout, so I gave you a tryout," Coach Hannover said, "But my team is perfectly fine without another player, let alone a girl, so I'm not giving you a spot."

"Seriously?" I demanded, once again impulsively. However, this time I didn't really care about being rude. I pointed at Coach Marshall and declared, "He literally just said that my skills are solid. I could add to your team!"

"Stop trying to sell yourself, Katie, because I'm not buying," Coach Hannover stated smugly.

"My fucking name is Kelsey, you sexist jackass!" I screamed, not caring if I embarrassed myself or gave Coach Hannover the wrong impression of me.

Both Coach Hannover and Coach Marshall looked surprised at my sudden outburst, and I was too pissed to blush or apologize. Instead, I just climbed over the boards between the two coaches and gave them each a glare, with Coach Marshall's being less intense because he wasn't the ass in this situation.

I attempted to stomp down the bench where the exit to the locker rooms was, but trying to storm off in hockey skates wasn't exactly easy. I pushed into the hallway that lead to where my locker room was, and suddenly, I was desperate to get out of my hockey gear and just get home.

I was beyond livid. I don't mean to sound cocky, but I know I'm good at ice hockey, and I know I can stack up against boys. I practiced with Nick's team whenever I was allowed, and they helped me toughen up. Hockey was the one thing I was confident in.

Therefore, I knew the reason that Coach Hannover wasn't putting me on the team was due to the fact that I'm a chick. It wasn't fair, but there was nothing I could do. I can't actually sue the man, and there wasn't another way to get on the team that was above his head.

I was screwed.

I reached my locker room, and I grabbed my key out of the waistband of my jill, which is where I'd tucked it for the entire tryout. I jammed it into the lock and shoved the door of the locker room open.

"Kelsey!"

At the sound of Dane's voice coming from behind me, I groaned inwardly and swore. I just wasn't in the mood to deal with another person telling me that a girl couldn't play with the boys, especially since I'd just been rejected and had no idea where I was going to play.

"What do you want?" I asked, turning around reluctantly to face him, "I'm not really in the mood for yet another person to tell me that I have no place here because I'm a girl."

"No," Dane replied, shaking his head as he reached me, "No, that's not what I wanted to say."

"Then what is it?" I asked, nodding towards my locker room, "I already got told no by your fantastic coach, and I kinda just want to get dressed and go home."

"He said no?" Dane said, looking genuinely surprised.

"Yeah," I replied, "Now, if you don't have anything else to say, I'll see you at school tomorrow."

I stepped into the locker room, but before I could close the door on Dane, he grabbed my arm. "Kelsey," he said, giving me an intense look, "I just wanted to say that maybe I was wrong."

Before I could ask for any explanation from him, Dane turned and hurried back down the hallway, probably since he had a practice to get ready for. A practice for a team that I didn't get to be a part of.

Angrily, I let the door of the locker room slam shut, and I yanked my helmet off of my sweaty head. I dropped it into my bag with a muffled thud, and I let my body fall down onto the bench. My head fell into my hands, but I didn't cry. Instead, I let out a frustrated yell and a particularly foul string of curse words.

What was I going to do now?

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As a girl, I knew how to handle depressing situations.

All you needed was a carton of Ben & Jerry's ice cream, specifically Late Night Snack, a stack of romantic comedies ready to be loaded into the DVD player, and a very soft throw blanket. Sometimes, I even added a whole bottle of Sprite into the mix, if I was feeling particularly upset.

Yes, I am aware that this sounds like I was just dumped by a boyfriend or rejected by the dude I liked. However, Coach Hannover's no had affected me just the same. It hurt, and for a while, I'd been pissed. Now, three hours later, I was just feeling sad for myself.

Hey, I'm allowed a twenty-four hour pity party before I pick myself up and figure out what to do next. Don't judge me and my ice cream.

As Jason Segel discovered Mila Kunis's topless picture in the seedy bathroom of a bar in Hawaii, I shoveled down a spoonful of ice cream and let out a sigh. My dad had run out to pick up some groceries, so I was left alone to wallow in self pity. He only knew vague details about my tryout; the fact that it was today and the fact that the coach had said no.

My dad offered to drive me an hour to Fairfield, which had a girls' travel team, but we both knew that he didn't have the time for a commitment that far away. Also, the Fairfield team wasn't exactly what one would call good. The Ice Devils were convenient because they were close and seen as a competitive team which played at the level I wanted to.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang loudly, and I was torn from Forgetting Sarah Marshall. I groaned because I had to get up, and I placed the carton of ice cream on my coffee table. I paused the DVD, and I straightened out my Powerpuff Girls t-shirt. I yanked my wedgie out, which had been begging to be plucked since Kristen Bell broke up with Jason Segel, and I made my way through the living room to the front hall.

"Coming!" I called grumpily, and I didn't bother fixing my hair, which was falling pretty dramatically out of my ponytail.

I unlocked the door and twisted the door knob, and I yanked it open to find none other than Dane standing on my porch. He was holding an opaque plastic bag in his hands, and there was a small smile playing on his lips.

I, however, was not smiling.

"What do you want, Dane?" I asked, placing my hands on my hips.

"Can I come in?" he asked, gesturing towards the inside of my house.

I thought about refusing and making him stand outside, just because I wasn't too thrilled with him, but I could just picture my dad shaking his head at me and my childish thought. So, I pursed my lips but took a step to the side. "Fine," I stated, and Dane walked into my front hall.

I closed the door behind him, and through my body language, I made it clear that Dane couldn't go anywhere else in my house. For a few moments, there was just an awkward silence, and I wasn't going to be the one to break it. Dane came to see me, so that was his job.

"That's a great outfit, Kelsey," Dane commented, finally saying something.

"Yeah, it is," I replied, and Dane raised his eyebrows in amusement, probably since I was defending a t-shirt from my childhood.

There was another awkward silence, but this time, I got impatient.

"Look," I said, "It's sorta late, and I don't want to seem rude, but Dane, what are you doing at my house?"

Dane chuckled and tossed the plastic bag to me. I caught it, which was surprisingly due to my sloth-like reflexes. "What is this?" I asked, holding it slightly away from my body.

Dane shrugged and said, "I told you I was wrong, and I needed to make things right."

"That's cryptic," I muttered, but I untied the top of the plastic bag. I pulled out the contents and froze. There were three Ice Devils jerseys; a home one, an away one, and a practice one. "Wh-what?"

"I made things right," Dane stated, "You are a good player, Kels, and you can help our team if you work hard. "

"So I'm on the team?"

"Yep."

"How did you get Coach Hannover to say yes?"

"Being the captain holds some authority," Dane replied casually, "It took a good half an hour to convince him, and Hannover's not exactly happy about it, but you're on the team."

I didn't even know how to respond. I'd thought I was done for, since Coach Hannover had refused me, but here was Dane, someone who didn't believe a girl could play, saving the day. I was so thankful and appreciative, but I could only muster up a few words.

"Thank you so much, Dane," I said, my words stumbling together.

"You deserve it," Dane replied, and he walked over and opened my front door. "I'll see you tomorrow in homeroom." And then he was gone, just like that.

After a moment of disbelief, I held the jersey up to my body and let out a loud, girly shriek of excitement. I ran into the living room, where my wallowing station was set up, and I grabbed my phone to call my dad with the good news

I, Kelsey Rogers, was going to be on the Ice Devils.

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Okay, so I have no idea what this formatting is going to look like, and once I get on a computer, I'll be able to fix it. However, I really wanted to post a new chapter for y'all to read!

SO, what do you think of Dane now? Kelsey got on the team, but what's her future?

Song of the chapter is Tokyo (Vampires & Werewolves) by the Wombats. I am obsessed with that song, and really anything by the Wombats. They're British I believe.

So, just a fun not, I was in airports for the last twelve hours of my life, and boy does my back hurt. WE got the seats right in front of the emergency exit, which meant they didn't recline, and dear god I wish they had! It was after 2 in the morning and I was effing exhausted. My brother passed on on top of my and my mom fell asleep sitting up. I, however, was awake the whole time... ugh.

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