A Hockey Tutor by Mary Smith Page B

but something was eating at me, and I couldn’t put a finger on it.
    I stared at the gleaming white screen with Google scrolled across the top. I typed Wes’ and Andrew's names into the search bar. I closed my eyes as I hit enter, and took a deep breath. It was now or never.
    I opened my eyes to see Wes’ face staring back at me. I clicked on the first article, and read about Wesley Crown, goalie for the Sweden Junior’s league was stripped of his gold medal and title due to trying to intentionally hurt an opposing player.
    Wes tried to hurt someone?
    I read through the article and saw that it was Andrew that he was trying to hurt. There was a YouTube link and I clicked on it. It was there that I saw the game was tied at zero, and the regular game had ended, and overtime was about to start.
    Andrew was skating toward his end, when Wes came up and shoved him. Andrew pushed back, and it looked like they were arguing about something. Then Wes’ face turned bright red, and began whacking Andrew with his goalie stick.
    I gasp as I watched Andrew fall to the ground. The bench cleared of the players, and the refs tried to break up the massive fight.
    Andrew needed help off the ice, and Wes was kicked out of the game. Their backups finished the game, and Sweden won.
    In the YouTube videos, that I saw, Andrew said that Wes shouldn’t be allowed in Junior’s anymore. His face was so covered with rage, it almost scared me.
    The next article was Wes standing next to, what I assumed to be, a lawyer. It stated that Wes was no longer allowed to play in Juniors’ or any minor league in Sweden. However, he was allowed to play NCAA hockey, if the school allowed him too.
    I continue on to see North Maple had offered Wes a spot as a backup to Andrew, but his pads would have to be measured before, and after every game. The NCAA had strict rules against cheating, but North Maple gave him a second chance. There were several more articles stating that he had loss all chances of being in the NHL, and the Sweden team still held onto their medals, as USA was still second.
    I couldn’t believe it. On top of that, he was playing for Sweden. Why? Maybe that league was different than, for example, the Olympics. No wonder Andrew hated him so much. To face the one person who prevented you from getting attaining a goal that you had worked so hard for, had to be hard on him.
    “So, I see you finally looked at it?”
    I turned to see Lindsay falling down onto my bed. “Did you know?”
    “I couldn’t wait like you did. I Googled it the moment you told me.”
    “Of course you did, Ms. Nosy,” I teased her.
    “So, what do you think?”
    I shrugged. “I don’t know. I mean, Wes ruined Andrew’s chance at winning the game. Plus, how horrible is it for Andrew for Wes to be his teammate? It’s crazy.”
    We both sat there in silence. What I was going to do? My emotions were all over the place. I was hurt because Wes had lied to me, and I was mad at Andrew because he hadn't told me. Although maybe Andrew just didn’t want to talk about it.
    I heard Lindsay’s phone alert her of a message. “Franks says that Andrew just got back.” I leapt out of my chair, grabbed my bag, and bolted out the door as if my legs had a mind of their own.
    “Wait for me!” Lindsay yelled, as I raced to the BMW.
    I started the car and bit down hard on my lip. I wanted to see Andrew. Why hadn’t he told me the truth about Wes himself? Lindsay jumped into the car, and I drove us over there.
    I parked the car, cut off the engine, and sprinted to the door, as if zombies were chasing me. I burst through the door and heard the guys in the kitchen talking. When I rounded the corner, I saw Andrew standing by the counter, eating spaghetti.
    “Hey, Katie,” he said, smiling at me. I jerked the fork and plate out of his hand and tossed them on the counter and yanked him by the arm, out of the kitchen.
    “Have we not had this conversation before about manhandling ?” Andrew