This is a hockey romance. It's about a girl named Kay who plays on a boys hockey team. It starts with her being at a important hockey tournament where if her team wins, they'll get to go to provencials. It'll be the first time in YEARS since her team has made it to provencials. And their about to do it. She's standing in line at the canteen when, suddenly, she's hit in the face by a foam puck. The person who hit her; her hockey enemy. Lawson. She doesn't know his first name yet but is desperate to find out. Every time she's played agaisnt his team, she faces off aginst him, and every game she usally ends up in the sin bin, thanks to him. Kay is 17 years old and is one of two girls on an all boys U18 hockey team. Her bestie Kinsly is also on the team. The reason she has to play on a boys team is because there just isn't a girls team in her area and there isn't one close enough. If Coach Harlin hadn't fought to let her play with the big boys she would have had to give up hockey. An excerpt from the story I am going to destroy him this game. I mean that wholeheartedly. Remember me mentioning how I avoid violence? Well mark my words on this ice today, I will hit that snot eating, fart smelling, lanky, beautiful... Beautiful? Nooooooo. Not happening. No thinking the enemy is cute. Bad. I will hit that stupid snot eater so frigging hard. Yes. That. Much better. After coming to my conclusion, I saw him skid to a rough stop. Okay. There's the weakness I needed. His skates are dull, so he can't stop easily, or speed up very fast. Now that I have my enemy's weakness known, I pull my focus into warm-ups. I want to be good and ready for when I can take him down. The buzzer rings when our five minutes of warm up are over. We gather all our pucks from in and around the net and bring them back to the bench. We all huddled inside and outside the box, as Coach Hardin and Coach Zellen gave us a quick on-ice pep talk, quickly spouting off whatever weaknesses they saw in the other team. They mention #19 being a terrible shot. HA! Called it. The ref whistle blows, we all stick our heads in, Coach Hardin yells "FOURTH RIVER!" and all us kids yell "STARS!". With that, everyone not on my line heads into the box, Shawn heads to his place in the net, and me and my line make our way to our assigned positions. As we skated to center line, I whispered to Jaxs that I'd be passing to Bax, so the other team would think it was Jax I'd be passing to. I assume my position at the center dot. I take my helmet off for when the anthem plays. When it's over, I slide it back on. I'd seen before the anthem started that I'd be facing-off against Lawson. I don't think he saw me yet as he faced the flag, back to me, as the anthem played. I watched him as I did up the straps of my helmet. He turned around, messing with his own straps. He looked at me. Looked away. Did a double take. His eyebrows raised, I could see him start to smile, as I assume his first thought was, "Oh, it's a girl. I got this face-off in the bag" (Yes, in my mind he sounds like a high-pitched annoying little girl, even though I know full well he has a smooth, deep voice). He skates forward, to take position. Makes eye contact with me. He makes a face of shock as he takes in my face, eyes darting to the small, very light-coloured bruise you can see on the side of my forehead. I smiled back with malice. Oh, he recognizes me now, does he? He starts to say something when the ref skates up beside us, I get myself set up and into position for the face off. The ref blows his whistle and slams the puck down.