Just One of the Boys

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Just One of the Boys by Leah Rooper, Kate Rooper

Alice Bell has one goal: to play for the elite junior hockey team the Chicago Falcons.But when she’s passed over at tryouts for being a girl, she’ll do anything to make her dream a reality...even disguising herself as her twin brother. With her amazing skills on the ice, Alice is sure she’ll fit in easily. That is, until she starts falling for one of her teammates...

Hayden Tremblay, star of the Falcons, can’t keep himself out of the penalty box. Constantly living in the shadow of his older brother, Hayden’s losing his passion for hockey. But when he gets shown up on the ice by the Falcons’ new rookie, Hayden’s determined to teach the kid a thing or two. Little does he guess that “Al’s” surprises on the ice are just the beginning...

Disclaimer: This Entangled Teen Crush title proves that wonderful things can happen when you’re brave enough to go after your dream. Dream hockey player, that is! Warning--a few locker room scenes are included.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781640633421
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Publication date: 10/02/2017
Sold by: Macmillan
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 241
Sales rank: 126,716
File size: 1 MB
Age Range: 12 Years

About the Author

Leah and Kate Rooper are sisters from Victoria, British Columbia, Canada. Growing up beside the Pacific Ocean and inside a temperate rainforest fed their sense of adventure as children, and nourished a curiosity for strange and distant lands. They fed this curiosity with books—lots and lots of books. After experiencing the magic of Middle-earth, they began creating their own worlds. When they're not writing, Leah and Kate spend their time blogging and vlogging about their travel adventures and their writing journey. You can visit them at: www.leahkatewrite.com

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CHAPTER 1

Alice

I'm not sure why everyone in the movies gets so down about moving. In my opinion, moving is pretty darn awesome. New house, bigger room — finally out of suburbia and into the big city! Most kids would be devastated to go through twelfth grade in a new school, but I prefer to look on the bright side. I already have a bucket list of things I want to do in Chicago before school starts ... and I'm not talking about deep-dish pizza or Wrigley Field.

It's what I'm doing right now.

I take a deep breath as I lace up my skates. The sound of the lace slipping through the grommets is reassuring. All the mottos and mantras every coach has drilled into my mind repeat in my head. Believe in yourself. Visualize yourself as a winner.

Because this isn't any ordinary practice. It isn't even a game.

This is the tryouts for the Chicago Falcons.

I grin over at my twin brother, Alexander. He shakes his head and runs a hand through his straggly brown hair.

"Don't be nervous," I say.

"Easy for you to say, Al," he mumbles.

I strap on my helmet. When we're like this, we're pretty much identical. Same height, same smile. Our old teammates back home used to get us confused all the time.

I throw on one of the plain white jerseys they've given us. The black number is my only identification out there. I tuck my long hair into my helmet and go through my breathing again. Skates are laced, pads are tied, and my helmet is on. Only thing to do is head out onto the rink.

When my blades hit the ice, it's like I can breathe, as if I've been drowning and finally coming up for air.

It's all in the crisp smell of the rink, the cold air flowing over my face as I do a few laps. This may be a new arena in a new city, but once I'm on the ice, it's all the same. My stick is like an extension of my hands. My skates feel like a part of me.

As I do a few laps around the ice, I picture it in my mind's eye: playing for the Chicago Falcons. Not only are they one of the biggest junior league hockey teams in all of North America, their players are also a favorite of NHL scouts.

A jab of longing rings in my chest, but I push it back. Okay, whatever, I know an NHL scout will never look at me — due to having the wrong parts and all — but that doesn't mean I can't play here. This league is still highly competitive and the players ... well, they're good.

And I know I'm good enough to join them.

The Chicago Falcons may never have had a girl on the team before, but technically the league doesn't have any rules against it. I know I can out-skate and outplay any boy in these tryouts. All I have to do is show the coach what I'm made of.

Someone bumps me from behind. I don't even have to look ... twin sixth sense, and all that. I give Xander a smile he doesn't return.

I can see it in the way he's skating. His knees lock, and his strides are jagged.

"Hey, just play your game," I say.

We take a couple practice shots at the net, but he misses every time. "Everyone here is so big," he says.

I look around. At 5'9, we'd be considered tall in a normal setting. But in the hockey world ... well, we could use a couple more inches.

"No one's as fast as us."

"No one's as fast as you," he says.

"Yeah, well," I bump him on the shoulder, "you're always right behind me."

"What if I don't make it ..." he mutters softly. "Then all these years ... it's all been for nothing. Just don't show me up out there."

I roll my eyes. Xander can be so melodramatic sometimes. But I'm used to it. We've been playing hockey together our whole lives. I know Ma would prefer if I stuck to figure skating, but there's just something about the stick, the puck, and the pure rush of adrenaline when hitting the net that I can't resist. And Xander — well, he tags along for everything I do.

Xander was always stronger than me, so I had to adapt. Learning to outskate and outplay the boys was the only way to keep my blades on the ice. I topped my last league in points and shoot-out goals.

The coach skates out to the middle of the rink; he's big, with a half bald head and one of those moustaches that looks like it belongs on the bottom of a Zamboni. White-haired and wrinkled, but built like an ox. I gulp.

He doesn't have to introduce himself for me to know who he is. Coach Zabinski. I wonder if any of the other players here did a full history check on him like I did. I could ace a test on "Zabinski Stats from 1978". As an ex- NHL player, you would expect him to have one of the best teams in the league, but the Falcons haven't made the playoffs in years.

I'm about to change that.

Right now, he's lecturing the group on what it takes to be a Falcon, but I don't need to hear it. I know it. I know I have what it takes.

Then — the drills begin! Skating, shooting, defense. Scrimmage after scrimmage.

My heart pounds, working overtime in my chest, and my muscles tense with each length of the rink. I know I need to concentrate on my game, but I can't help eyeing up the competition.

Here I was thinking I was going to play with the best of the best. Instead, I'm surrounded by glorified goons. I should know all about that, figuring my own boyfriend is one of those goons now playing in Detroit. But that's not what the Falcons need. They need a playmaker, a speedster, an all-star.

THWACK! My favorite sound. My puck hits the net during shooting trials.

BRIING! I cringe as Xander's puck sails off the post.

"Goddammit," he swears as he skates up beside me. "You're killing me here, Al."

I nudge him in the ribs. "Maybe I'll make you my roadie."

Finally, the whistle goes, and we surround Coach Zabinski.

I take a deep breath, quieting the nervous energy within me. I concentrate on the crisp, familiar smell of the rink. The warmth of my body beneath my pads and jersey. The feeling of my feet, attached to my skates, grounded to the ice. It's like a lifeline.

Around me, the others shuffle and pant. A few shoot dirty looks my way. Should have skated faster, then maybe I wouldn't have stolen the puck from you. Xander's face is flushed, his eyes downcast. He knows it. He didn't perform to a Falcons' level.

I stare at Coach's mouth, nearly hidden behind his Zamboni moustache. Say it. Say the names of those who made it.

I tighten my mitt around the stick. This is my moment.

"All right," Coach says, his voice a raspy grunt. "You played hard out there. Some harder than others. There has to be more than potential to make the Falcons. You have to have skill. Passion. And you have to skate hard." I swear he looks at me through his forested eyebrows. "Only four of you made the team. The rest — well, try again next year. Or don't, and save me the trouble of cutting you twice. Ready? Okay."

My heart threatens to rip right through my jersey. But he looked at me. I skated hard.

"Number fifty-two. Howard. Congratulations." A whoop goes up from a thick dude with mutton chops. "Number twenty-five. O'Donnell. Congratulations. Number eighty-nine. Stickly. Congratulations."

My lip tremors. Only one spot left. There's a part of me that feels like I should reach out and take Xander's hand ... but not here. Not now.

"Number seventeen. Bell. Congratulations."

A flood of relief and adrenaline floods through me. A smile threatens to break my face.

"You did it!" Xander says, forcing me into a huge hug. He's got a matching grin, but I know his face better than mine. His eyes are downturned, his mouth too wide.

"I'm sorry, buddy," I say. I know I should control myself, but I can't. "I did it! I'm on the Falcons! I'm a Falcon!"

I jump up and down, pounding my skates into the ice until shaves of frost fly away like wings. The other chosen ones have gathered around Coach Zabinski as the losers skate off to dwell in their suckiness.

Hah.

I'm a winner. A Falcon. And all those boys wish they could have skated like me!

My face is sticky with sweat and hurts from smiling. The first girl to ever make the Falcons! I skate over and throw my helmet off, shaking out my long hair. The air is so cool on my face and —

Coach stares at me as if I'd just told him football was the most interesting sport in the world. His left eye twitches.

And he's not the only one. The other chosen ones — Mutton Chops, O'Poodle, whatever their names were — are giving me that same gawking look.

"What?" I finally snap.

Coach clears his throat. He looks down at his clipboard and then back up at me, then down at his clipboard. "N-number seventeen? Al Bell?"

"Yeah," I say. "Short for Alice."

"Alice. Well, wouldn't that have been nice to know." He clears his throat again and pulls his clipboard to his chest. "I'm afraid I made a mistake. I meant to say the other Bell. Number forty-four."

Xander, about to step off the ice, turns. "Me?"

"Yes!" Coach calls. "Come here, son!"

"What are you talking about?" I say, my voice raising an octave. "You called MY name! You said number seventeen! That's me!"

"Dude," Howard scoffs, "you're a chick."

A growl rises up my throat. "And I outshot you three to one. I don't know why the hell Coach wants you on the team, figuring how bad your stick handling was but — "

"You want me?" Xander skates up right beside Coach. "Me? On the Falcons?"

"I said Bell, didn't I?" Coach grumbles. "Well, you're on the team."

"It's not fair! I skated circles around everyone here!" I push myself right up under that damned Zamboni. "Coach, give me a chance."

Coach turns and skates toward the boards. "New players, follow me." He turns his head back and glares. "And that doesn't mean you, missy."

He storms off the ice and everyone follows him. Xander gives a sympathetic shrug as he skates away. I'm alone on the ice.

Okay, correction. Chicago totally blows.

*
Hayden

I pull my Jeep into the parking lot of the arena. The late afternoon sun casts an orange glow across the pavement. The wind blows in my face.

The wind always blows in my face here.

Coach Zabinski said the ice would be free after tryouts today, so the boys and I figured it would be nice to come and mess around on the rink before practice starts up again for the season. We meet up in the parking lot, duffel bags hoisted on our shoulders, and head toward the arena.

There's a bunch of kids leaving; you can tell who's been cut just by the looks on their faces.

"New recruits," Tyler Evans says, waving at a couple kids as we head in. His niceness is obnoxious most of the time, but today it just slides off me. Today will be a good day. No drills, no scouts, just good ol' fashion hockey.

We head past Coach on the way in. I was thinking about trying to feel him out and see if he's still pissed at me for the end of last season, but he's getting an earful from some scraggily boy who obviously didn't make the team.

"Someone's bitter," Daniel Sacachelli laughs, clapping me on the back. "I guess we can't all be Hayden Tremblay."

I know I never fought to get into this league the way these rookies did: I was offered a spot a year ago, when my brother Kevin and I moved here from Winnipeg, Manitoba. I was only sixteen, but I scored more points than anyone else that season.

Yeah, some of the older guys were mad when I started, but they shut up when I hit the ice.

Or when they saw the name on the back of my jersey.

Most of the rookies leaving give us a wide berth. They all look so little. Was I this stupid and starstruck when I arrived? I can't remember.

One of them stops in front of me. "Hayden Tremblay?" he stutters. I try to get around him, but he starts walking backward, his eyes gaping at me. I just want to hit the ice.

"Yeah," I finally say.

"Oh my god." He smiles. He's got a patchy excuse for a beard. "I'm Ned. I just made the team. It's so cool to meet you!"

"Yeah." I deke around him.

"Your brother ..."

And here it comes.

" ... is so freaking awesome. When he got named the youngest captain in the NHL —"

"Amazing," I mutter and walk off. Damn it, I don't even look like Kevin. How did that newbie know it was me? While Kevin resembles a well-kept blond lumberjack, I got the dark eyes and hair from Mom's side of the family. At least I somehow managed to get an extra inch of height on my older brother. It doesn't matter that I scored the most points in the junior league last season (despite being suspended five games) when my brother is the captain of Chicago's NHL team.

I'll never live up to that.

I throw my bag on the bench, lace up my skates, and head onto the ice. Sometimes I hate how good it feels to be out here. I wish I could just say screw it and walk away from it all ... but I can't. I need this as much as I need to breathe.

A few laps around the rink and we're ready to play.

"Heads up!" I deke around the net.

"Not again!" Evans groans, reaching with his stick in a last desperate attempt to foil me.

Hah. I slam the puck against the back of the net.

"Get a new move, Tremblay," Sacachelli says in his thick Long Island accent. Black, oily strands of hair creep out from under his helmet. I wonder why he uses so much hair product when he's just going to sweat it out on the ice.

I flash a grin. "I will — when you figure out how to beat that one."

I skate backward, giving them a victorious fist pump. Sometimes I wonder why Ev and Sacs still play with me all the time. I can't think of a single time in the last year when they've won.

"All right, hotshot," Evans says, showing off some fancy stickhandling. "Let's see your defense."

Tyler Evans, Daniel Sacachelli, and I have been playing for the Chicago Falcons for a year now. And with the new season just around the corner, it's hard not to think about it. Because that's what playing for the Falcons does. It consumes you. Practice. Game. Eat food, drink water, work out, pose for photos, go to charity events, sleep. "Enjoy" mandated relaxation time ... everything is all governed by Coach Z. Relaxation time is not relaxing when it's forced into your schedule.

But right now, I don't have to worry about hitting the net in order to maintain my rep as top scorer. I just have to score to take Sacs' ego down a few notches.

Back and forth, we burst up and down the rink. A quick deke, a spin, and my puck connects with the net for the third time since we started.

We take a break and Evans pants hard, hunched over with his stick across his knees. He's smaller than Sacs and I, and somehow managed to make it this far without a single broken nose or lost tooth. "Slow down and let the rest of us have a chance, eh, Tremblay?"

I laugh and slap him on the back. Right now I don't think I could slow down if I tried.

Sacachelli skates over to me and flicks his eyes to the stands. "Looks like we've got a celebrity in the audience."

My blood goes cold before I even look up.

Why the hell is he here?

I turn and stare into his eyes. Kevin Tremblay. Number Two. Captain of the hottest NHL team in the league. Winner of the Calder Trophy. Current record holder for most points in a rookie season. And my older brother.

My grip tightens on my stick and I turn away. Evans has noticed him and looks up like he's some damn godly idol. "Are we playing?" I snap.

We get back into the game but I feel Kevin's eyes on me like a laser. What is he doing here? I lose the faceoff. When I finally muscle the puck back, I take a shot but miss the goal by at least a meter. His voice rings in my head: "You know that move, Hayden. We've practiced it. Keep your stick on the ice."

Heat rises to my face. I can feel his eyes watching my every movement: how I glide, how I hold the stick, how my head is raised. He steeples his fingers beneath his chin, watching, deciding, judging —

"Don't mind if I do!" Sacachelli flashes me his slimy grin and easily lifts the puck off my stick. "Smell ya later!" He snickers and turns, taking the puck with him.

I look down at my empty stick, then back up at my brother in the bleachers. Stupid Kevin. His voice rings in my head again: "Rookie mistake, Hayden. Think you're going to make it to the NHL when you lose a puck that easily?" If he hadn't come here, I wouldn't have lost the puck!

I roar, and my muscles spasm beneath me as I force myself down the ice with a ferocity I haven't had all summer. Sacs is lolly-gagging ahead, still laughing, getting ready to pass to Evans, who has a clean shot at the net.

Screw that.

I throw my whole body against Sacachelli. He sails across the ice like a rag doll.

I don't care. This is hockey. The puck is right in front of me. I pull my stick back and smash it against the puck.

The puck sails across the ice, missing the net by a foot.

"ARGH!" I scream, throwing my stick to the ground and whipping off my helmet.

Evans drops his stick and rushes over to Sacs. "Dude!"

I throw one glance toward Sacs, whose clutching a bloody nose, but looks otherwise fine. Evans is holding a glove to his spurting snoz.

Shit.

I've done it again.

(Continues…)



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Just One of the Boys 4.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 11 reviews.
belllla More than 1 year ago
3.75stars This one is sweet sports love story. And all is happening on the ice because both main characters are hockey players. It is cute and quick read. It is a story about hockey, growing up and finding yourself, what you like and what you must let go. Both Alice and Hayden are well developed characters. They are interesting and easy to love. It is hard to characterize Allie because we see her like she also is feeling in a few different roles/parts. They are both really young and have already a lot of them behind so they teach each other how to let go and find a way to live again. The few kisses that were shared were hot and I secretly wanted more. I volunteered to review an ARC of this book for Netgelly
beckymmoe More than 1 year ago
Just One of the Boys was a super-cute, super-quick read that if you liked She's the Man, you'll absolutely love. (It's not quite as obviously a retelling of Twelfth Night as the movie is, but it's the same general idea. With hockey. So really, a win-win.) Like StM's Viola, Alice is told she can't play the sport she loves because of her gender; also like Viola, she takes her twin's place on the team, though for different reasons. All kinds of girl-pretending-to-be-a-boy hijinks ensue, and she develops a crush on the team's (formerly? maybe...) star player--but also becomes his best friend, which complicates things all over the place. Meanwhile, her twin is hiding a secret, her mom is making extra demands on her time, and did I mention she's got a crush on her new BFF? Not quite everything that isn't right get fully resolved by the end (what is her coach's response to her news???) but the book still leaves you with a happy glow anyway. Here's hoping the Ms. Ropers have plenty more books in them! Rating: 4 stars / B+ I voluntarily reviewed an Advance Reader Copy of this book.
2kasmom More than 1 year ago
Alice AKA "Al" and her twin brother try out for a local hockey team after moving to Chicago. She wants on this team so bad she will literally do anything. There she meets Hayden. She is immediately attracted and the sparks fly between them anytime they meet. Hayden does not want to be interested in his teammates sister. This is typically taboo behavior among hockey players. He just cannot help how he feels anytime she his near. This is an original story with an unusual twist. Surprises are inside! I love the characters banter and the heat between the MC's nearly leapt off the pages. I devoured every page and then wished there were more. ***This early copy was given in exchange for an honest review by Netgalley and the publishers.
2kasmom More than 1 year ago
Alice AKA "Al" and her twin brother try out for a local hockey team after moving to Chicago. She wants on this team so bad she will literally do anything. There she meets Hayden. She is immediately attracted and the sparks fly between them anytime they meet. Hayden does not want to be interested in his teammates sister. This is typically taboo behavior among hockey players. He just cannot help how he feels anytime she his near. This is an original story with an unusual twist. Surprises are inside! I love the characters banter and the heat between the MC's nearly leapt off the pages. I devoured every page and then wished there were more. ***This early copy was given in exchange for an honest review by Netgalley and the publishers.
2kasmom More than 1 year ago
Alice AKA "Al" and her twin brother try out for a local hockey team after moving to Chicago. She wants on this team so bad she will literally do anything. There she meets Hayden. She is immediately attracted and the sparks fly between them anytime they meet. Hayden does not want to be interested in his teammates sister. This is typically taboo behavior among hockey players. He just cannot help how he feels anytime she his near. This is an original story with an unusual twist. Surprises are inside! I love the characters banter and the heat between the MC's nearly leapt off the pages. I devoured every page and then wished there were more. ***This early copy was given in exchange for an honest review by Netgalley and the publishers.
2kasmom More than 1 year ago
Alice AKA "Al" and her twin brother try out for a local hockey team after moving to Chicago. She wants on this team so bad she will literally do anything. There she meets Hayden. She is immediately attracted and the sparks fly between them anytime they meet. Hayden does not want to be interested in his teammates sister. This is typically taboo behavior among hockey players. He just cannot help how he feels anytime she his near. This is an original story with an unusual twist. Surprises are inside! I love the characters banter and the heat between the MC's nearly leapt off the pages. I devoured every page and then wished there were more. ***This early copy was given in exchange for an honest review by Netgalley and the publishers.
2kasmom More than 1 year ago
Alice AKA "Al" and her twin brother try out for a local hockey team after moving to Chicago. She wants on this team so bad she will literally do anything. There she meets Hayden. She is immediately attracted and the sparks fly between them anytime they meet. Hayden does not want to be interested in his teammates sister. This is typically taboo behavior among hockey players. He just cannot help how he feels anytime she his near. This is an original story with an unusual twist. Surprises are inside! I love the characters banter and the heat between the MC's nearly leapt off the pages. I devoured every page and then wished there were more. ***This early copy was given in exchange for an honest review by Netgalley and the publishers.
2kasmom More than 1 year ago
Alice AKA "Al" and her twin brother try out for a local hockey team after moving to Chicago. She wants on this team so bad she will literally do anything. There she meets Hayden. She is immediately attracted and the sparks fly between them anytime they meet. Hayden does not want to be interested in his teammates sister. This is typically taboo behavior among hockey players. He just cannot help how he feels anytime she his near. This is an original story with an unusual twist. Surprises are inside! I love the characters banter and the heat between the MC's nearly leapt off the pages. I devoured every page and then wished there were more. ***This early copy was given in exchange for an honest review by Netgalley and the publishers.
CindyRayHaleAuthor More than 1 year ago
It was fun to see how long it took for him to figure out she was actually a girl. I felt like that was a good move on the authors' part. Having her show up periodically as a smoking hot figure skater was a nice touch. I loved watching her teammates fawn over her. Hilarious! I enjoyed watching Hayden's growth as he and Alice grew into best friends. I think my favorite part was the Christmas scene where she goes outside to sit and talk with him about his parents' death. I enjoyed watching the growth of the characters and they changed throughout this book. They had both been through so much pain and had both been burying it. For me, that was the heart of this book. I love it that I can read a book that's silly and fun and leaves me giggling but also deals with characters who have real issues they need to overcome. Every Entangled book I get my hands on seems to have this element of growth with their characters and that along with the fast pacing and fun storylines is what keeps me coming back to Entangled Crush.
Danii_045 More than 1 year ago
5+ stars Loved this book! A hockey romance book that was actually about Ice hockey. Shocker! It just doesn't happen that often. Alice loves, breathes and lives for hockey. Her family have just moved to a new town. Alice and her brother try out for the local team. Alice knows she can't play in the NHL. This is her last chance to live her dream. After some confusion, her brother makes the team even though she is the better player. Unfortunately for her brother, an injury stops him making his first practice. Alice steps in to take his place until he's better. Alice and Alexander are twins. Even though they are different sex people get them confused all the time. Their plan seems to be working. The only problem is her fellow teammate, Hayden. Hayden has a chip on his shoulder and struggles to control his temper. He is good at hockey but can't seem to stay focused. The new rookie, Al rubs him the wrong way right from the start. I mean who does he think he is! Can Hayden get over his issues and do what is best for the team? His new teammate may just be the key he has been looking for. I loved this book. I loved the hockey. I loved the twin swap and I loved the romance. Alice and Hayden's relationship holds the awkwardness of She's the man and never been kissed. It's funny and heartwarming. 5 stars plus I couldn't give more praise to this book. It was spot on. If you like sports romances you'll love this one! *ARC received in exchange for a fair review*
LilleyLoohLah More than 1 year ago
4.5 Stars A fun sports romance teen read, one I nearly overlooked (so glad I took a chance). The story follows wannabe ice hockey player, Al Bell. The only problem is, we're talking Alice Bell, not her twin brother, Alexander Bell. Picked for the team during tryouts Alice is over the moon, sadly once the coach realises she's a girl he goes with her twin brother Xander. Fast forward and we have Alice aka Al disguised as her twin and playing in his place. This of course causes many a problem when her teammate, Hayden, a hotshot with a chip on his shoulder takes an interest in both Al and Alice both on and off the ice. A wonderful lighthearted read beautifully written in dual POV that had me second guessing how this book was going to end, what with all the lies and deceit between the siblings and also with her best friend. I mean it's obvious the truth is going to come out eventually, it always does. I was provided with an advanced copy of this book from the publisher via NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.