Hockey Is My Boyfriend: Part Two by Melanie Ting Read Free Book Online

I sighed. “I’m torn.”
    “That’s so tough for you. It’s a transition, right? You listen to your coaches and parents for so long, and it pays off. But when opinions start to conflict, I guess you have to start making your own decisions, and it’s kind of scary. You’re the only one who knows what’s right for you.”
    I nodded. That was exactly right, and it was weird how she put her finger on it. I got ahead by doing what I was supposed to, but suddenly everyone wanted something different and I was caught in the middle. But what really struck me was how she didn’t give me her opinion. Everyone, from good friends to total strangers, was always telling me what I should do.
    I couldn’t figure out why it was so easy to talk to Kelly since I had just met her. Maybe it was because we seemed to be a lot alike. I felt comfortable with her; she was a genuine person, and it was like talking to a guy—one of your friends who really listened.
    Kelly yawned. “It’s been a long day. I guess we better head back. Big day tomorrow.” She sat up and stretched. I stared at her tits sticking out as her arms went back. Luckily, I looked up at her face before she caught me staring. She smiled at me. Her teeth gleamed in the darkness, and I smiled back. We started walking back along the trail to the camp.
    “Maybe we can do this again sometime,” I mumbled. I really liked talking to her. It was weird; I wanted to do the right thing, so I had told her upfront I couldn’t go out with anyone right now. But as soon as I said the words, I felt lousy. Was it because she insisted she wasn’t interested in me either? It couldn’t be that I wanted to go out with her. Kelly was pretty, but she wasn’t very feminine. She had a potty mouth too; my mom would not like that. Yet when she walked ahead of me on the trail, I noticed she was female in all the right ways. Something stirred inside as I looked at her bare legs.
    Kelly nodded in response to my question, but then I wasn’t sure if she realized I meant us being alone and not pickup hockey or whatever.
    “I work out early in the morning, before the camp starts,” I blurted.
    She looked up at me. “Really?”
    “Yeah, I have keys to the gym here too.” I motioned towards the other side of the arena and jangled the keys in my hand. Ivy understood I had a routine to maintain. “So, if you wanted to work out in the morning anytime?”
    “That’s a good idea. I guess I assumed being on the ice for hours each day would be good training.”
    I shook my head. “The dryland stuff is good, but at the rink you’re mainly standing around. Coaching doesn’t keep you fit.”
    “What time?”
    “I get there at six,” I said, and she groaned. “It gives you time to work out, shower and make it to breakfast.” Then I started imagining what Kelly would look like in the shower. She was pretty tanned, but she wouldn’t be tanned everywhere.
    I tried to shake that image by talking. “This year, I’m only here for two weeks. I’ve got meetings with my agent in L.A. after that.” I walked her right to her cabin; she was sleeping all alone in one of the kids’ cabins.
    “Thanks for including me in the hockey,” Kelly said, her hand on the door latch.
    “Well sure. I’m mean, you’re part of the camp too. Just because you’re a girl, doesn’t mean you shouldn’t play.”
    “I know that. I like it when guys treat me like anyone else, but they don’t always. ’Night.”
    It was weird, but there was this split second where I thought I could lean forward and kiss her. The way she looked at me with her lips parted slightly—maybe she did like me. But then she was gone.
    I walked back to my room. Steve-O and Riley were drinking beer and playing caps. Ivy didn’t allow liquor at the camp, but that was typical Steve-O. X-man was lying on his bed and playing with a Gameboy Advance.
    “Where you been all this time, Freshy?”
    I shrugged. “I was hanging out with