Coaches daughter- connor bedard

Part 6

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Y/n's POV:When my dad's voice roused me from my slumber with an invitation to join the boys for practice, I couldn't suppress the surge of excitement that coursed through me. "Hell yeah, I'm in," I replied enthusiastically before scrambling to get ready.Rummaging through my wardrobe, I selected something cute to wear, but I made sure to grab an extra pair of pants; after all, hockey rinks were not known for their warmth. With my attire sorted, I hurried downstairs to fuel up with breakfast before hopping into the car with my dad.Upon arriving at the rink, I eagerly retrieved my hockey gear, a sense of anticipation bubbling within me. As I entered the arena, my eyes immediately locked onto Connor, who greeted me with a smirk that mirrored my own. "Hey, Connor," I called out, a playful glint in my eye."Hey, what are you doing here?" he quipped, his smirk widening."I wanted to beat you again," I retorted, unable to resist a teasing jab."You'll see about that," he replied, his smirk morphing into a confident grin.With a wink, I headed towards the girls' bathroom to change, leaving Connor and the guys to their own devices in the locker room. Once I was suited up, I emerged onto the ice, relishing the chill of the air against my skin as I glided effortlessly around the rink, each movement a testament to my passion for the sport.

Connor's POV:As the guys and I changed in the locker room, the conversation inevitably turned to Y/n. "Dude, Y/n's kind of fine," one of the guys remarked, prompting nods of agreement from the others."Yeah, I might go for her," another chimed in.I couldn't deny the truth in their words, but the possessive pang that shot through me at the thought of someone else vying for Y/n's attention caught me off guard. "I think she has a boyfriend," I interjected, hoping to dissuade them from pursuing her."How would you know?" one of them challenged."Because," I replied vaguely, unwilling to delve into the complexities of my feelings for Y/n."Or you just want her for yourself," another speculated, eliciting a dismissive shrug from me as I exited the locker room.As I stepped onto the ice and caught sight of Y/n skating gracefully on her own, a surge of admiration washed over me. She looked radiant, her passion for the sport evident in every fluid movement. Despite the playful banter between us, there was something about her that stirred a longing within me, a desire to unravel the enigma that was Y/n.