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"Yo wasssssssuuppp my brotha from another mothaaa!"
Gretchen couldn't help it, she burst into a helpless fit of laughter,
crumpling to the ground in a shaking lump. After a few seconds
Spinelli wearing a wig that made her look like eightinth century
patronage* followed suit.
They were in Mandy's, a store in a near by mall with everything, even
the wig Spinelli decided she needed to purchase after the second
tryouts when a few guys started riding her on using the bathroom to
change, and the fact she always had her hood up.
She had passed the second cuts, though a large part of her had doubted
she'd make it. Maybe the guys from before weren't really trying the
first cut because they seemed to have improved. A lot.
She felt like everywhere she was being beat, the fights for the puck
in the corner, lightning drills, shooting drills. The only thing she
knew she was one of the best at was her favourite. Checking.
After all her years of fighting and any violent acts she finally
found a sport she could use it in, to a level anyways.
Spinelli looked up her eyes watering when a familiar pair of high
heels stepped dangerously close to her head. "Like, look at that
freak." "You know how dirty that floor is." "Freak!" the Ashleys
scoffed while turning and strutting away from the fallen duo.
Spinelli growled in their direction. The Ashley's hadn't changed much
since fourth grade, just more makeup, bras and bigger egos than
before, if even possible.
After regaining composure Spinelli stood and scanned the shelf filled
with different wigs. Suddenly she saw one that caught her attention.
It was black, like her natural hair, and straight but looked a little
ruffled up. It wasn't long to say, though it'd probably still cover
half her ear. After placing it on she turned to Gretchen for approval.
Studying it carefully Gretchen nodded. "The widows peak hairline is
consistant with you own hair growth patterns and the M formation at
the nape of the neck will define-"
"So will it work?" Spinelli interrupted before she could get even more
confused.
Gretchen gave a sure nod. "Most definatly."
Spinelli turned towards a mirror and admired herself. It was true, she
did look a guy.
"Then let's go, Ash has a tryout tomorrow." she grinned.
. . .
The entire dressing room looked up when the door burst open. Ash
walked into the room knocking over a pile of sticks with his bag in
the act. Lawson gave a sly grin. "So he has hair!" Everyone gave a
loud laugh. It was true; the wig she bought the day earlier was placed
firmly on her head.
She quickly ran to a part of the bench and started to change. She felt
awkward removing her baggy sweat pants that were two sizes too big,
although the plaid boxers she was wearing on top of her underwear was
basically like shorts.
She just put her shoulder pads on top of her tee shirt, she didn't
have time to run to the bathroom and change, she was late enough as it
was, all thanks to T.J..
She had been ready to leave, but when she opened the door there stood
T.J., wearing that stupid grin. "Hey Spin!"
He continued chattering happily while Spinelli's glare grew more and
more fierce. Did he not see how badly she needed to leave?
Finally not being able to wait another minute she yelled at him that
she was busy and to just leave her alone; after a look of shock
crossed her friends face he obediatly left.
As she pulled on her helmet and rushed to the ice surface where the
others guys were she felt her heart give a tug. She hadn't meant to be
so cross, she just really had to go. She knew TJ would have forgiven
her by the next day but she figured she'd say sorry anyways to settle
her concious.
As she skated around the ice she counted twenty guys that were left, a
few of them she didn't reconize. For the first two cuts they had been
divided into three different groups, so less players would be on for
each ice time. For the second cuts there had only been twelve guys
with her, all who she knew at least by name.
Now skating around the ice surface she realized that a lot of guys had
been cut, Greg and Gordan, both who were King Bobs ex-crowd control/
fun police/bodyguards, a guy she had only met at the tryout but had
become good friends with named Jake and then Skeens, although she
didn't feel bad for him; not ever since he had gotten Gus to steal
from Kelso's.
TJ and Gus had ended up telling the gang what had happened when they
began to become suspicious when Gus would 'volunteer' to help Mr.
Kelso every Saturday, and that day Spinelli had began to hold a grudge
on that entire group of scums.
She was suddenly nearly knocked off her feet when two speeding figures
entered the ice and sped by her who she reconized as Skeens and Mundy.
She didn't even know Mundy had played hockey.
"Of course it was too good to be true.." she grumbled under her breath
as she watched them with narrowed eyes, despite the fact she had been
surprised when she didn't see Skeens.
Even with his hate for him she had to admit he was good, really good.
He was good with the puck, had a good shot, and above all he was by
far the fastest skater, not surprising considering he was faster then
Vince off ice.
She watched Mundy for a bit never having seen him skate before. Must
of been in another group she figured.
The tryout started as usual, lightning drill, circles**, shooting,
checking, though right when they'd usually go into one on ones***
couch blew his whistle. "For the rest of practise we will be doing a
scrimmage. Pinnies versus jerseys. Alright here you go." He started
giving the pinnies to half the players.
Not recieving one Spinelli strode over to her team and joined them in
the circle they were standing in.
"Alright guys, this is our team for this moment so even if you got
friends on the other team treat them as they are, the other team."
King Bob...no Bob, Spinelli corrected herself, said.
"If you play center go there, wing there and defense there, coach said
were gonna do four on four 'cause there's not enough people for five
on five. Alright let's go," he said once making sure they had enough
people in each position.
Spinelli went to the left end of the bench were the defense were.
There was her, Skeens and a guy who introduced his self as Draven.
They looked at eachother no one making a move until couch started
yelling at them to 'get a move on'.
Skeens shrugged. "Who wants to go on first?" No one moved so he
shrugged. "Alright you two go, the first one tired comes off. There's
only three of us so short shifts are good."
As he made his way to the bench Spinelli lined up for the face off. As
soon as the puck hit the ground their center, Bob, pulled the puck
back to Draven. He stick handled it for a second then right before the
other teams winger came he passed it across the ice to Spinelli.
Not wasting a minute Spinei travelled a bit up the ice and then
bounced the puck off the boards to their wingman. Before they got to
deep into the zone**** the winger lost the puck.
She started skating backwards as the opposing team passed the puck
between themselves while making their way towards her net.
They lost control of the puck but Lawson, the opposing team's center, picked it up in no time. He stick handled by a winger and travelled up towards Spinelli, a determined look on his face.
Spinelli moved her stick to poke check the puck but right before it
made contact he shot it against the boards and skated past her after
the puck. Growling she pivoted around and chased him.
Bob had beat him to the puck and raced around the net, passing the
puck to the winger who was waiting by the boards then went to the
bench for a shift change. Glancing over Spinelli saw Draven was
following the play so she changed shifts with Skeens.
The scimmage went well, by the time the buzzer went Spinelli was
drowning in sweat, though her team had won 3-2, although it was a
lucky bounce that got them the last goal.
In the change room Spinelli took off her helmet and wished she could
remove the itchy, sweaty wig.
She glanced up surprised when Skeens plopped down on the bench next to
her. "You play good," he complemented pulling his jersey over his
head. "I'm Skeens by the way." he introduced himself to 'Ash'.
Spinelli tried to look like she was attempting to remember his name
but couldn't get the glare off her face. "Yeah, thanks." she said in a
cold voice.
He looked at her, his eyebrows furrowed; trying to determine if he had
really detected the hatred in Ash's voice, but Spinellis head was down
untieing her skates so he just shrugged it off, changing in silence
the rest of the time.
When a figure literally sat on her she looked up harshly at whoever
did it. "Sorry, shorty here pushed me," a brown haired freckled boy
said while ruffling the hair of another small boy who by the unnatural red
of his face was obviously maddened.
She gave Lawson a cold look and opened her mouth to say somethingbut
couldn't find words when she realized Lawson was wearing nothing but
black and yellow smiley faces boxers, his chest slightly shiny from
sweat. She made a funny face, half in horror, half in disgust and the
last part still in anger.
Lawson is shirtless...Lawson sat on me... Lawson is half
naked...Lawson sat on me half naked...Her mind seemed unable to
comprehend what had happened so she just remained silent instead of
yelling which would almost definatly give her identlity away. She usually wasn't bad with shirtless guys, she's seen Mikey and Teej and Gus and Vince shirtless more times than she could count, but for some reason seeing her enemies like that made her...uncomfortable.
Glancing at the bathroom door she saw it had opened and walked over to
it to change her shirt. With boxers she could easily change her pants,
though even Gretch couldn't think of a way to hide her gender while
stripping off her top half.
Walking out of the changeroom later she opened up the slip of paper
she had been given and held her breath.
As she opened it her mouth fell open in shock. "Yes!" she shreiked
slamming her hand over her mouth the instant she realized her mistake.
She spun around wildly hoping no on had heard her but it was to late,
a group of boys turned to look at her with confused expressions.
. . . Sorry for the inexcusable time it took to get this chapter out :( Hope you like, review! *old guys with those curly White wigs, like the judges and stuff. **circles means skating cross over around the face off circles ***one on one means exactly what it sounds like, one player versus ****zone, in hockey terms, is the area of the ice from the blue line Thanks to Forever Spinelli for the idea with Mundy! And for reviewing :)
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