I DON'T ANYTHING BUT THE OC'S! AND I AM VERY SORRY I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT HOCKEY SO IF IT'S WRONG, OOPS!
Wednesday. Game day. We were all pumped; today we wore our jerseys, which were too big without all the gear under it, to school today. James, Carlos and I were in the locker room getting ready while Logan was talking to coach about some things for the game. This team was our rivals we play them our first and last game of the season.
"Ok boys, huddle up!" Coach yells through the locker room. We all get close together.
"Logan do you want pre-game, halftime, or post game speech?" Coach asks Logan, who appeared next to me out of nowhere.
"Half-time."
"Ok." Coach goes over the speech of how good of a season this is going to be and be a good sport.
"Eagles on three, 1.2.3!"
"Eagles!" Filled the locker room and we all went and stood in the tunnel leading to the rink, Logan in front.
"And now your home team the Marshall High School Eagles!" The announcer bellowed through the speakers." Logan skated onto the ice and we all followed him. The loudness was deafening. WE all jumped over the wall to the bench.
"The starting line up for the Smith Cotton High School Bears. Captain is number 8 Jack Hemeyer at right wing, number 80 Garrett Clouse at left wing, number 7 Zach Maupin at center, number 56 Christian Farris at left defense, number 45 Dylan Madrid at right defense, and number 56 Seth Layton at goal tender.
When they said number seven my blood boiled. He and I had some problems from previous games ever since seventh grade.
"Calm down." Logan instructed.
"Now the starting line up for your own Marshall High School Eagles!"
"Your captain, the goal tender, number 22, a senior, Logan Mitchell!" Logan jumps over the wall and skates to the middle of the ice and the crowd is loud.
"Another senior, number 13, right wing, Carlos Garcia!" Carlos a little to hyper stumbled over the wall. Everyone laughs.
"Number 24, the senior left wing, Pierce Brennan." There were a couple claps and his followers were yelling.
"The first junior, number 2, center Kendall Knight." The crowd was pretty loud like Carlos's but Logan's still loudest.
"Another junior, number 12, right defense, James Diamond."
"And last but not least, junior, number 9, left defense Eric Brayman."
We all pulled down our helmets and skated to our positions. I stuck my mouth guard in my mouth and got ready for the face-off.
"Knight." I heard Zach say in front of me.
"Maupin." I grind out.
"Get ready for a beating of a lifetime." He says cockily.
"Just shut up and get ready to play." I win the puck over and pass it out to Carlos who takes it up the ice for a little bit before I get it back and give it to Pierce. Of course being the fool he is ran it right to the defense and they took it racing back up the ice they came up on Eric's side, which was being double teamed. They got a nice shot but Logan deflects it and gives it up to James. James takes it down and I move to take his spot. By halftime we're up 3-0.
"Ok guys they are going to come down hard on the left side so we need good defense on that side. Coach can I move up to a wing?" Logan asks.
"Sure. Garcia go back to goal tender, Brennan right wing, Logan you can go in at left wing." Coach barks. Inside I was very happy when Logan was on front line he dominates but he is the best goal tender on the team. About 5 minutes left into the game Logan had the puck and was moving with grace up the ice I see one of the defensive men come up behind Logan and I jump in front to take the impact. I felt the player crash into me and I get squished up against the glass. Logan looks back at me hesitantly but keeps going remembering how I told him if I ever get hit keep going worry about me later. We argued all night about that rule but he finally let in. I watch Logan pull his stick back for a slap shot, it sails beautifully before landing in the back of the net. The buzzer rings en ding the game. I jump up and tackle Logan with Carlos and James right on top of me. When our laughter died down I help Logan up and we skate over to the bench. The locker room was filled with cheers and all coach could say was practice on Friday before he let us go. I was walking out of the locker room when someone grabbed my shirt from behind.
"You got lucky this time Knight. Next year you won't have your senior goalies they will be far away not carrying about this hockey team." Maupin says from behind me. I don't care if it was November I still hated thinking about Logan leaving.
"Jealousy doesn't look good on you." I say sarcastically, turning to face him. "Actually nothing does."
"Don't push me Knight!" He threatens.
"You already pushed my buttons, so you can't take what you dish out?" I ask questionably staring him straight in the eyes.
"I don't have time to deal with you. I am going to try to get number twenty two's number." He says shoving me, that pushes me over the edge. I turn around and him across the head which pisses him off. We start shoving each other. Logan suddenly appears out of nowhere between us and I feel James holding me back.
"What is the matter with you guys?" Logan asks.
"Well look, it's the cutie I was just coming to see. Do you think we could maybe see a moving next time were in town?" Zach asks Logan. Logan looks at him like he just answered what is one plus one equal wrong.
"No!" He says.
"And why not?"
"Because I have a boyfriend and I don't like trash talkers." That makes me chuckle because Logan is the biggest trash talker to walk the Earth.
"What are you laughing at Knight?" Maupin roars staring me down.
"Oh nothing, don't mind me." He turns his attention back to Logan.
"I bet you're lying to me. I don't like liars." He tells Logan.
"Ok how do you want me to prove it?" Logan questions ready for a challenge.
"I'm going to follow you around and when you see your boyfriend kiss him on the lips." He dares.
"Ok." Logan starts to walk away and comes toward me Zach was following close behind. Logan leans upward and kisses me on the lips; he pulls away to quick for my liking.
"Happy now?" He asks Maupin raising an eyebrow. Maupin's jaw drops.
"Oh and the senior goalies won't be far away. They will be right up in the crowd." I say smirking as I wrap my arms around Logan's waist. We walk out into the parking lot and jump in Logan's Jeep. We were singing along to Bruno Mar's Just the Way You Are when Carlos turns the volume down.
"Hey guys there is something Logan and I wanted to ask you." Carlos says turning around. He beat us to the Jeep so he got shotgun.
"Anything." James responds for the both of us.
"Well, Carlos and I have senior pictures next Saturday and were wondering if you guys would come be in them with us?" Logan asks.
"OF COURSE!" I say over excited.
"Well Carlos and I have to be there at seven to take the individuals and you guys come at around 11 to take the groups." Logan says giving more details.
"OH MY GOSHU! We are going to be taken pictures with a real photographer. What am I going to do with my hair what clothes am I going to wear?" James kept rambling on.
Of course, James would be the one freaking out and they weren't his pictures.
