For emilia_laas :)
"Jack, you can't say no to Harvard."
I get up from the uncomfortable chair in high school advisor's office and say quietly: "Fine."
"Fine? So that means you are accepting Harvard's offer?"
With my hand already on the door knob, I turn to him and smirk: "I am saying no to Harvard."
March 26th 1976
After graduating high school, I declined Harvard's offer and ended up playing for Boston University. And wearing a Terrier on my chest has always been and will always be an honor. Now, I am a freshman at the BU and tonight's game is the last one in the best-of-seven series against University of Minnesota. Tonight's game will decide who is advancing to the finals and who is the sore loser of the tournament.
"Hey, OCee, ready for tonight's game?" Chris Bannerman, at the age of 23 one of the oldest guys on the team, smacks back of my head as he walks past me on the bus.
"More than you are, old man," I grin, revealing a few missing teeth.
"Your chick coming too?" Bob Boileau, center from freshman year, shouts from his seat and turns to me. Sending a slight glare in his direction, I roll my eyes: "You seem a bit too obsessed with my girl, Boil."
"You should be afraid."
"Of you? Please, I know she has an excellent taste in men."
"By choosing scars and missing teeth over me? I don't think so."
"Well, at least that proves I play hockey. And that I play rough."
"When with her? I have never seen you play a rough game out there."
"Don't you dare pulling Y/N into this, don't you fucking dare," I am on my feet, my hands curved into fists. He does the same, smirking from few feet away: "I thought you were a tough guy, but you are as soft as Minnesotans when we talk about your girl."
"What's your problem, man? Why are you so fucking obsessed with my girlfriend, huh?"
"Maybe because she is easy and she would go with anyone?"
Shaking from barely contained rage, I grab the back rest of a seat in front of mine: "You are lying. You fucking Canadian prick!"
"Jack! Sit down!" Bannerman grabs me by my shoulders and pushes me back on my seat. By sitting next to me, he makes sure I would have to climb over his 6'0 feet tall figure to get to Boileau.
"Let me get to that piece of ass, Banner, he insulted my girlfriend!"
"JACK! Sit down!"
"Isn't that something you do best? Screwing easy girls?" Boileau huffs and that tips me off. I nearly jump over Banner's knees and pull him up by his shirt: "Say that again, you little fuck. Say that again and I swear I will fucking kill you before you step on the ice."
He smacks my hand away and brings his face inches away from mine: "Can't handle the truth, that even a player like you can be cheated on?"
"You are fucking dead right now," I take a swing to his head and soon my knuckles connect with his jaw. His head snaps slightly back at the hit, but he won't back away now. Two strong blows to my nose are enough for my nose to start bleeding and I know if he hits me one more time, he can break my nose. I have seen him break noses of other players in two accurate blows to the head. I dodge his next hit and connect my fist with his chin. His blood colors my knuckles red as I punch his chin open. Before they pull us away, he manages to hit me right above my eyebrow and cuts the tissue open with his high school championship ring. Warm blood starts dripping down my face, slightly blurring my vision and painting my surroundings slightly red.
