All Chapters of Caught by the Hockey Captain: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I dreamed of playing hockey.But I was a girl, and dead broke. I couldn't even afford a used pair of skates.Just to stay close to the ice, I clung shamelessly to a spot on the school team, the lowly gofer who washed stinky jerseys and lugged equipment every day.Because my family was poor, the guys on the team made plenty of fun of me.The person I hated most was the captain, Nathan.He was all muscle and no finesse, a guy who played on brute force alone and ran the team like a squad of shock troopers.On top of that, he came from money, always had his nose in the air, and was impossible to talk to.Take this afternoon.Tiffany, the cheer captain, "accidentally" knocked over a whole basket of jerseys I'd just washed."Oops, sorry, didn't see someone crouching down there." Tiffany covered her mouth and gave a dainty little laugh.I gritted my teeth and crouched down to pick them up.Nathan happened to walk by, stick in hand.I figured that as captain he'd at least do something about th

What surprised me even more was that Nathan had actually taken my online scolding to heart.Balance the team, stamp out the bullying.Before dinner, Coach Dawson came to inspect the rink, and Tiffany gathered a few cheerleaders around him, playing cute and fishing for credit."Coach, setting up for the party today was so exhausting. Some of the support staff didn't just refuse to help, they slacked off the whole time." Tiffany raised her voice on purpose and shot me a sideways look.Coach Dawson frowned and turned to me. "Quinn, what's going on with you?"Before I could get a word out, Nathan skated straight over from the ice."Old Dawson, if your eyes are going bad, go get some glasses." Nathan leaned on his stick with one hand, his gaze ice-cold."Quinn hauls the whole team's gear by herself. She clears the rink, she washes the jerseys.""Meanwhile some people don't do a lick of real work and just run their little cliques at the rink all day. This is a place to play hockey, not a rea

"Alright then. If you're the Master, tell me: on a backhand flick, where's the core power coming from?"Tiffany froze, her eyes darting away."Huh? Um... the core power, it's... it's arm strength."Nathan let out a cold laugh."The Master told me a backhand flick comes from core rotation and a snap of the wrist, not from grinding it out with your arm."Tiffany's face flushed red in an instant, and she stammered, unable to get anything out."Where'd this notebook come from?" Nathan snatched it away and flipped through a few pages.His expression changed.The diagrams in it were identical to what IceTyrant had sent him, and there were plenty of new tactics he'd never shared, too."I... I found it." Seeing she couldn't keep up the lie, Tiffany came clean."Where'd you find it?""Right outside the locker room..."Nathan's head snapped around toward the door.Startled, I quickly shrank back, but it was too late.He strode out, grabbed me by the back of my collar, and hauled me in like a lit

"I did." I met Coach Dawson's murderous glare, my voice trembling but firm.Coach Dawson let out a furious laugh. "Quinn? A gofer? Nathan, are you insane? You're gambling the team's future to play games with some little girl?""She's not some little girl, she's a tactical genius." Nathan said it loudly."Coach Dawson, if we use your tactics, we lose, no question. I'll stake the C on my jersey on it: Quinn's tactics can win."Coach Dawson slammed the table. "Fine! You want to use her tactics? If you lose, the two of you are both gone!"On the day of the final, the arena was packed.The game started, and just as I'd predicted, our opponents launched a fierce attack right out of the gate.Nathan led the team in the high press, both sides clashing hard on the ice, the tension thick.The first period ended, 0 to 0.In the locker room, Coach Dawson sneered. "So this is your high press? Burning through that much energy, you'll be dead on your feet by the third period."Nathan ignored him and

"Even if you're sick of me, even if you hate me, don't gamble with your own scholarship and stipend! Aren't you the one who's always broke? You'd give up the money just to avoid me?"His shout stunned me, and my eyes stung in an instant.He ground his back teeth."Fine, don't be my girlfriend. But you have to be the team's tactical coach. If you dare walk out, I'll announce my retirement today and we all go down together."I'd thought that once he calmed down he'd coldly tell me to get lost. Instead he threw away all shame.For the whole next week, he was practically a ghost haunting me.I'd get the cheapest bowl of plain pasta at the cafeteria, and he'd sit down across from me with two plates of expensive barbecue ribs, pull all the meat off into my bowl, and gnaw the bones himself.I'd go to the library to research something, and he'd sit across from me, staring at me intently, grinning like an idiot the whole time.At my breaking point, I lowered my voice and snapped at him."Nathan