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Love Story part 6

Stupid and rich, clever and poor

'Do you always fight when you play hockey?' asked Jenny.

was standing there. I took the puck and went towards the

goal line. Two Dartmouth players were coming straight at

me.

'Go, Oliver, go! Knock their heads off!'

That was Jenny's voice above the crowd. It was crazily,

beautifully violent. I pushed past one Dartmouth man. I

knocked hard into the other. Then I passed the puck to

Davey Johnson, and he banged it into the Dartmouth goal.

The crowd went wild.

In a moment we were all shouting and kissing and banging

each other on the back. The crowd were screaming withexcitement. After that, we murdered Dartmouth - seven

goals to zero.

After the match I lay in the hot bath and thought with pride

about the game. I'd scored one goal, and helped to score

another. Now the water felt wonderful on my tired body.

Ahhhh!

Suddenly I remembered Jenny. Was she still waiting

outside? I hoped so! I jumped out of that bath and dressed

as fast as I could.

Outside, the cold winter air hit me. I looked round for

Jenny. Had she walked back to her dormitory alone?

Suddenly I saw her.

'Hey, Preppie, it's cold out here.'

I was really pleased to see her, and gave her a quick kiss.

'Did I say you could kiss me?' she said.

'Sorry. I was just excited.'

'I wasn't.'

It was dark and quiet, out there in the cold. I kissed her

again, more slowly. When we reached her dormitory, I did

not kiss her goodnight.

'Listen, Jenny, perhaps I won't telephone you for a few

months.'

She was silent for a moment. 'Why?' she asked at last.

'But perhaps I'll telephone you as soon as I get back to my

dorm.' I turned and began to walk away.

'Damn Preppie!' I heard her say. I turned again. From

twenty feet away I scored another goal.