Chapter 3: Out With The Old, In With The New…Wait, WHAT?

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Lord have mercy on me, I am so fucking bored. Why the hell did I let Logan talk me into taking this fucking class? I really want to shoot the professor…not really- I'm not crazy- promise…hey! I have papers to prove that I'm normal. And his VIOCE is so MONOTONE, just going through the motions. It is driving me up the wall…. Gerrrr… WHO THE HELL TALKS WITH NO EMOTION IN THEIR VIOCE!?

Seriously, I think Dr. Phillips wanted to shoot himself, himself. I can see what he is thinking - like, 'Why the fuck did the dean have to schedule this class at 8am in the morning?' and 'I hate these stupid kids, really what is the point they're all fucking stupid' … Really… he hates this job. It was written all over his face. At least we have something in common… we both hate Psychics.

I could feel Logan looking at me. I knew he could feel me fidgeting, and he knew I was having an inter monolog conversation thing with myself. I could see his lips twitching out of the corner of my eye, trying not to burst out laughing at me.

I let out a deep sigh.

Nooo, c'mon!-this class is a three hour class, but we only have it every Wednesday and that was the only class the whole day, besides Hockey practice. I leaned over and looked at Logan's watch… 15 more minutes. He smiled at me and took my hand, as if telling me to cool it. I smiled and stuck my tongue out at him. He giggled.

That sound- that one sound- sent chills all over my body. Damn, I loved the effect he has on me…. I am gonna need another round –around three if I was counting right- and soon, ha … I just couldn't enough of him. For as long as we've been together, I still grow to love him more and more every day- is that even fucking possible? Like, when you make food and save the leftovers for another day, they taste better than the first time? If not, then I was the first… And I just compared the love of my life to leftover food… Yep getting up early has my brain scrambled. Logan leaned in and kissed the side of my cheek softly. I looked into Logan's eyes and I was captivated by them. Starring into each other eyes, -feeling the pull of each, like the earth needs water, like how plants will gravitate towards the sun- Logan was my sunlight, he was my water- holding hands, feeling the warmth spread through our bodies, time flying by, because the next thing I know Dr. Phillips was dismissing the class...

Oh… this is why I signed up for this class- LOGAN- my crack… the drug that kept me begging for more and more.

Wow… I guessed we really did space out, good thing we could record the lecture, and that's what I did. Doing that has saved my ass so many times – it's not even funny. We gathered our stuff and were getting ready to leave,

"Hey Love birds", a voice came from behind us. We turned and saw that it was our neighbors, James and Carlos, who were also on the Hockey team and our friends. I KNEW what was coming from them. The 'Face' always complains- oh well… it was funny anyways.

"Could you try not to fuck each other's brains out at 4:30 in the freaking morning?" James pleaded, dropping to the floor to beg on his knees- ALWAYS with the drama, drama queen.

"Awww… what's wrong Diamond? Don't like all the moaning and groaning" Logan said, smirking, leaning into whisper in his ear, and pulling him to stand up, "Was it turning you on?"

Carlos giggled.

"Yes… I-I love hear you f-fuck, but I really need t-to sleep… this" he did the thing with his fingers "t-takes time!" He stammered, playing along, making us all burst out laughing. I knew Carlos and James were a couple and they had no problem with what went on in our apartment because we here them more often then they hear us. But they were really cool couple. They fit each other really well. They were always in on the joke-like now,

"Jamie, I think I'm gonna join them tonight, and you can have to apartment all to yourself so 'the face' can get some sleep. Y'all will keep me company right?" Carlos said, laying his on my shoulder.

"Yep! You can join us any time you want, sweet cheeks. We'll take good care of you." I said, smirking like a fool.

"Hey! You can't have MY Los" James deadpanned, looking pissed off.

Uh oh… Never get James on a ramp page because if he does, WE'LL never hear the fucking end of it…Believe me it goes on and on and on… hey- if I looked up 'Drama Queen' in the dictionary I would find a picture of James… but he'll never hear me say that.

"What? It's just a joke, Jay" I said, letting go of Logan and Carlos to go over to James side. Out all of us, James is the Diva, the Drama Queen, 'the face', and also the one that is the easiest to be hurt. James knew we were playing around with him. Carlos and James were like family to me and Logan. They had been the first ones to help us out when we first came to L.A. and we just hit it off. Carlos is the major goofball of the group, always getting into trouble, BUT… don't let that look of innocence fool you, he has a very dirty mind and is not afraid to use it.

Don't think of us like that… Logan and I are that open with sex… we're not… what we do in the bedroom is between me and him, but we don't mind if people hear us… they just can't join in… I don't share…AT ALL.

There was a weird line that we would not cross…people sometimes just can't see it… to them were just flaming gays- whatever bitches

"I know… I just need my sleep… and you can't have Los. He's mine!" James mumbled. I gave James a look that said 'Really? Are you kidding me?'

"You don't have to worry about that buddy" Logan said, smiling.

We all laughed and went to Hockey practice. I really needed to get new friends…nnnnnnaaaaaaawwwwwwww… I liked them too much

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There were murmurs of us having a new coach taking over the team in the locker room as we were changing into our uniforms for our 3 o'clock practice. I didn't want to believe my team mates. I knew that they pulled pranks all the time, but I had an uneasy feeling in my stomach. Being the captain of the team, I should have been the first to know about this. Me being me, I've learn to go with my gut feeling, and my gut was telling me that the rumors were true… and that I wouldn't like the 'new' coach. I've never been wrong before.

I've been the captain of this team for a year, so I grew to know and love our coach like a father. Coach Daniel Roberts is a really cool and easy going guy- probably why we got along so great. No, I don't have a thing for the coach- although that would be really hot- anyways- he knew of me, when Logan and I first came here to L.A.U. He knew what happened to my family and what kind of hockey player I was- did I mention that it made national news… that's also why we moved… I hated having reporters on my doorstep trying to get into my business… Coach was fine last week…actually I talked to him yesterday. I couldn't see one reason why he would just up and leave. He actually LOVED his job and he wasn't that old, he was fucking healthy… that feeling in my stomach started to grow until my stomach was doing flips and painful twists.

I took a deep breath, held it, and then let it out. I shouldn't let things like this get me upset… they may not even be right… God, I hope not. Logan put his hand around my waist and smiled. He could always make my worries go away.

"You ok, baby? You look a little pale" Logan whispered, kissing my cheek.

"I'm fine, Loges." I said, smiling, "C'mon we need to get out there"

We came out of the lockers to set in the stands, like we usually did, and waited for Coach Roberts or the new guy to start practice. We had a game next Friday, so we needed all the practice we could get. We waited like 20 minutes for whomever to show up…

And it wasn't Coach Roberts.

Well, fuck me…

We were all quite as a tall man with broad shoulder and thick muscles came to stand in front of us. The man's hair was thick and black with a light dusting of grey mixed into it, with cold blue eyes. He stood before us for a few minutes quite, looking dead at me.

Hmmmm… ok… why'd I have the feeling that me and him were gonna be butting heads-A LOT. Damn, my gut feeling. It was creepy… I hated being staired at or singled out and there was an air about him that just creped me out.

"Where's Coach Roberts" Carlos asked. I knew he couldn't take the silence anymore than the rest of us.

"I'm taking over for him, he quit" He said coldly. There was a course of 'Why's' and 'what's' from the team, and once again my stomach was doing tricks. This couldn't be happening. We had the biggest game of lives next week! Oh Crap! I'm gonna puke.

"QUITE! YOU WILL BE QUITE UNTIL YOU ARE SPOKEN TO! IS THAT CLEAR!?" He screamed, spit flying from his mouth. Ok, I did not like this mother fucker one bit.

"Now, who is the Captain of this team?" He said, snidely.

Oh fuck… well… here goes nothing…

'hold your puke Kendall' I thought to myself, 'And if you can't make sure you aim for the bastards face'

"Me" I said, standing up, feeling the heat rush up my cheeks. He turned his cold eyes to me and I felt a chill run up my back, making me shiver and my stomach twist painfully. Shit!

"Hmmm… Your name?" He asked. He should know my name, he IS the Coach, but I humored him.

"Kendall Knight" I answered.

"Not anymore…" the new guy answered.

"Come again?" I said dumb founded. Maybe I heard wrong or something.

"Tryouts are now… I will decide whether you can be captain or not"

"WHAT?!" I screamed and so did my team members.

"Who are you to say that I'm NOT captain anymore?! What's the fuck your name?" I hissed, my anger taking over quickly… I was never one to hold my temper.

He smiled, more of a showing of his white teeth.

"Now, Mr. Knight! You will be playing against these guys that I have brought in from other teams." He smiled evilly, ignoring my question for his name.

As if on cue, six big ass men came into the rink and on to the ice. They were my age, give or take a few years, but they were twice my size and at least had 50 lbs on me. I came to the ice a little unsure of myself because I mean come on- I'm gonna die. I stopped just shy of the Coach,

"By myself? Just me? What about my team? Do I EVEN get a team?" I asked smartly, sarcasm dripping from my voice.

"You get a goalie, that's it" He said, looking me in the eyes, daring me to mouth off. Me being me, of course I did.

"How the FUCK is that fair?" I yelled, losing my temper… told ya.

"It's fair because I said it is, boy. Afraid you can't pull it off? A true Captain can hold his team up when all his players are out. But, if you're not Captain enough to do it, then chicken out, pussy." He ranted.

That hit me hard in the heart… I looked the man in the eyes, searching, trying to figure him out. This was a threat. I've earned my spot and my team members respected me as their captain. This mother fucker was testing me, testing my ability to play, and testing my ability to control my temper- which if that was a test, I failed miserably- and most of all, testing me as a captain.

I did the right thing by not saying anything to him. Keeping my mouth shut and getting me a goalie.

"Carlos!" I yelled. He is the best goalie that we had and he never let a puck get by him in a game. He smiled to me as we skated to the middle of the ice,

"Dude, you don't have to do this, this is fucking WHACK. Just report him to the Dean." Carlos said to me. He was right, this is fucking WHACK. But I couldn't show weakness to this prick. If I went to the Dean of the University and whined, I'm pretty sure people would call me a bitch… and only Logie gets to call me that in the bedroom.

"It's cool, Los. Just go guard the goal." I said, smiling and patting him on the shoulder. He look at me like I was crazy and maybe I am. But I look at it this way, this douche bag was trying to make me look weak and I wasn't. I'm an easy going laid back kinda guy and I'm the Captain of this Hockey team and I sure as hell wasn't gonna back down… not to him, not to anyone, not ever.

Even if I was dead…

I smiled as I met the other players in the middle of the ice. I've have never seen these guys to my knowledge, but they seemed kinda scary. But it's all part of the game Coach is trying to pull on me. By showing no fear and taking the task head on would piss him off greatly and that is my plan- Hey when in doubt just piss them off- it works…Usually.

The Coach dropped the puck on the ice and stood back, the whistle between his lips,

"First one to get a score of five goals wins the game" He smirked, his eyes cold as ice, "On my whistle."

I looked into the eyes of the 'Captain' of the other team and thought nothing of his size, but of his skill. I've never seen these guys play, so I don't know how they are going to act. Obviously, they were gonna act on the orders of the Coach, so they were gonna try to make me eat ice. Ok, I'm over thinking this… just do what comes natural to me.

That made me smile. That was what my mom would say to me when I was afraid of playing the other teams in high school, 'You were born to be on the ice, honey, don't over think things. Just do what comes naturally to you when you're on the ice and you will come out ahead in the game'. Katie and mom are why I still play hockey… more than anything, I feel like I have a piece of them with me when I play. I could still feel Katie's hand in mine as I taught her how to skate for the first time, I can still hear mom and her in the crowd cheering me and Logan on at all our games, I can still feel them here on the ice, and I love everything about it.

The whistle sounded and cut through my thoughts, bringing me back to the here and now. I rushed forward and got the puck away from 'guy #1' and sped down the ice. There were four other players rushing behind me, trying to catch up with me, but I swerved around them, never taking my eye or stick off the puck. I was nearing the goalie and he was huge, but obviously he didn't know how to guard the space he was occupying because he left his legs open, an amature move, and it is an easy goal. I had this game in the bag; concentrating on the goal, I didn't see the pack of five players rushing, coming at me at full speed. I swung my stick back and hit the puck just as I was slammed and dog piled into the side boards. I heard the whistle blow, through the fog in my brain and the pain running down my back and shoulders. The pile of players pushed off of me and I turned to see that I did in fact make the damn goal.

HOT DAMN!

I looked over to the box where the rest of my team was and they were cheering me on and then to the players and Coach - both parties looked pissed. The Coach turned and said something to them and then blew the whistle to sound that the game had started again.

Ok… it's ok… I've got this… just four more goals to make… how hard could it be, right? Honestly, my back is killing me, but I've been hurt worse than this, so I just needed to suck it up. Again, I faced off with 'guy#1' in the middle of the ice, and in no time the game started again. But this time, it wasn't like it was the first time.

As soon as the puck dropped, they were on me before I could even get my stick to the puck. I was ambushed by two players, both of them pushing me back, but I stood my ground. I tried to stake around them, but again I was blocked. I could feel the tension between them, like they had to do this or something bad would happen to them, and they weren't gonna leave me alone anytime soon. They came at me again, and knocked me on my ass.

Fine… let's play dirty then.

I got up, Iooking for the puck, and I saw it heading towards Carlos. He was the best we got, so I didn't have a worry there, just these two dumb fucks in front of me… suddenly, I made a quick move to throw them off, shouldering one of the first one in the gut and knocking him off balance and quickly to the ice. The second one was on me like magic, his gloved fist hitting the side of my head, but it didn't do any real damage- I was hardheaded for a reason- plus I've been in fist fights on the ice before a few times- ok a lot – I elbowed him in the nuts making him drop like a ton of bricks…. There's a reason for NUT CUPS and he didn't have his. I made it to Carlos just as one of the dudes swung his stick to make the shot and repaid him the favor of knocking him into the boards.

Carlos blocked the shot and hit the puck back to me, smiling like the goofball that he is. I raced once again down the ice towards the goalie, this time he didn't have his legs open- Wow that sounded wrong- but I made the shot and scored, pissing off the other team once again. And this where all the smack talk comes in,

"You got lucky, Bitch." 'guy #1' said, getting in my face and pushing me back.

"That's what your brother said last night when he let you fuck him" I knew it was a low blow, but that's what this game is… talking smack and hitting guys into the boards. I like to get physical.

And so did this guy, because next moment I was in an all out fight between him and the other players and I was getting me ass kicked. I saw Carlos and half of the other guys from my team come and join the fight. That made me happy, filled me with pride until it was knock out of me with my breath as I took a hit to the ribs. Logan came to my rescue- My knight in shining armor or would that be hockey gear? - ramming his shoulder into the guys back making him face plant into the ice.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!" A yell came over the fighting. We all stopped in med motion and looked over to the stand… Dean Professor Griffin was standing there with James beside him. I looked out to where the 'Coach' was and saw that he looked pissed.

Well, the bastard didn't even try to stop the fight. I've never seen the Dean look as pissed as he did now, even when a freshman broke into his office and peed in the draws of his desk.

"Coach Hamilton, what is the meaning of this?" Griffin demand as he slid over on the ice.

"Just some friendly competition going on sir" he said. So the fucker did have a name. Hmmm … I still didn't like him. I needed to talk to Griffin now that he is here.

"That's not what I was informed of by Mr. Diamond." Griffin said, putting a hand on James shoulder, "He informed me that you were holding tryouts again. Which, there is no need to as we are in the middle of the season. I've seen these boys play and they are fine in the positions that they have."

"Yes sir" Hamilton said.

I saw my chance and I took it.

"Sir, can you tell us what happened to Coach Roberts?" I asked my heart pounding. Again I felt that something bad had happened to him. I know it may sound stupid to other people, but I've learned to trust my gut. Maybe I'm just being overly paranoid, but I'd rather be that then stupid.

"He quit. I came in this morning to find his letter of resignation on my desk" Griffin said curtly.

"Oh" My mind went blank. I – I didn't expect that. I honestly thought that Coach Hamilton was fucking with us. Maybe I really wanted to hate him. Maybe I was losing my touch, losing myself. I still hate this Hamilton guy.

"I think that is enough of practice guys. I'll see you next week." Hamilton said.

Our eyes met and chills went down my back again. And it wasn't from being on the ice. I really hated this guy. He just got under my skin. He was just fucking creepy.

A/N: OK SO DOES ANYONE ELSE HATE COACH HAMILTON? I DO! ^_^ I HOPE YOU PEEPS LIKED THIS CHAPTER. I HONESTLY HAVE NO IDEA IF I GOT THE HOCKEY THING RIGHT =^_^= I HAD TO GUESS. TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK OR IF YOU HAVE ANY SUGGESTIONS LET ME KNOW ;) I'LL TRY TO UPDATE AGAIN SOON!