DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything or anyone, only the girls.

PLEASE READ - Author's Notes: Mmkay, so I know I've made a few mistakes in the story and I hadn't noticed all of them, so I thank you for pointing it out. Here's the deal..

As, Lia06 pointed out to me Gymnastics is in the Summer Games. So, for now what I'm going to do is continue writing the story how I have been, making it an AU as suggested. For the story's sake, Gymnastics is in the Winter Games along with Ice Hockey.

I realized the whole Colorado thing after I had uploaded the chapter, so once again my bad and for the story's sake they took place in Minnesota.

I've deciding I'm going to re-write the story, to make it more accurate and not an AU but I have a billion other things to do and I don't want to completely delete this story. Thanks for understanding you all are great!

(Shoutouts at the end of the chapter)

Chapter 3

Pulling the pencil from sitting on his ear, Buzz's eyes scammed over the page his booklet. "Hey, Phillie what are you on?" He asked, looking up and glancing over to the other side of the table.

"My test is done." He answered, with a smug smile. After leaving Johnson, Buzzy, Riley, and Mac in the parking lot, he had gone home and started it right away. He had the tendency to procrastinate and he wasn't going to let this test stop him from playing.

Buzz's eyes lit up at his response. "Jesus!" He explained, sitting back in his seat tossing the pencil to the table.

"Me and Jannie are done." Verchota continued.

John 'Bah' Harrington looked up, as if the information had just processed his brain. "Verchota, you're done?" He asked incredulously. "I'm only on page four." He looked back down at his paper.

Verchota let out a loud obnoxious laugh. "Aha, page four." He shook his head. "You've got a while to go, buddy."

Bah's head shot up once more, this time to glare at Verchota.

"Where's Mac and Johnson?" Bah picked up his drink and leaned back in his chair. Taking a sip of his beer, he glanced at Buzzy for the answer.

Buzz glanced up from the paper and shrugged his shoulders. "They probably got lost or something." He chuckled. "You know, Mac's not as clever as he seems?"

"You don't say?" Steve Janaszak spoke up with a chuckle.

"My bra is killing me." Chas reached her arm back and tried desperately to fix the strap in the back as she entered the bar. She let out a low growl and tossed her head over her shoulder to look at Chloe. "Can you please pull my shirt out from being stuck under my bra?" She scoffed at her.

Chloe hadn't been paying much attention to her; instead she glanced around O'Reilly's. Her brow furrowed, recognizing half the guys in there as Hockey players. She turned to look behind her as Riley stepped in behind her. "We're here for the hockey team, huh?" She stated a spark in her eye.

"I can't believe I let you guys talk me into bringing you." Riley sighed lightly, her own worried look spilled across her face. She moved to step to the side and grabbing on to Chloe's arm she pulled her towards the bar. "Come on, let's get a drink." She said, her eyes scamming around for Mac.

Chas watched as they walked off, her arm still trying to reach behind her. She let out a low growl. "Hello, bra!" She exclaimed, stomping after them. Her head turned to the side, a few of the hockey players sitting at the table, looking at her. Her hand dropped and she grinned at them, her head cocking to the side. "Hi…" Her voice drifted off.

At the other side of the bar, "So tell me again why your girlfriend can't bring her friends here?" Johnson asked Mac as they entered O'Reilly's from the side entrance.

Mac turned back to look at him, his hands digging down into his jean pockets. "You want her reasoning, or mine?" He asked, with a small sigh.

"Both." He paused. "I've got time to hear them being that I ended up without a date tonight." He teased, nudging Mac in the shoulder.

There was a clear separation at O'Reilly's that night. Of course, it was all the Hockey players celebrating making the team, but they weren't quite a team yet. The players from Minnesota were at one table, while the players from Boston were at another.

"Number 71. You get stopped by a policeman, but you're not at fault. Do you state your disagreement right away?" Silk's eyes widened slightly as he reread the question. Flipping the pages shut, he sighed out and leaned back in the chair. "He's got 300 of these things." He scoffed quietly.

Chas brow furrowed as she eyed Silk with confusion. "You flirt with him." She answered, nodding her head. Reaching forward, she grabbed Jack O'Callahan's beer and took a sip.

"Somehow, I don't think that's the answer Herb's looking for." Silk responded, his hand coming up to massage his forehead lightly.

Rizzo's eyes glanced over towards him, a small side smirk on his face. "It's just a test Silky; you've taken one or two before." He said.

"Not to play Hockey, I haven't." He retorted, reaching for his drink.

Jack snorted slightly. "Can you even read, Silky?" He said from the end of the table, looking up from his test. He looked towards Chas, noticing his beer in her hand. He looked from it to the spot on the table where it had sat. Giving her a smirk, he reached over holding his hand out asking wordlessly for his beer back.

"I try."

After a minute, the chuckles subsided. There initial conversation was interrupted by Mac's voice calling over to them from the bar. "Hey, Rizzo!" He waved his hand, nodding his head. "What's up?"

Behind him, Johnson nodded his head slightly and the two continued down the line to get their drinks.

"Mac." Rizzo nodded, giving a small smile along with a small wave. He looked over to the end of the table at OC. "Easy big guy…" He told him quietly.

Chas's brow furrowed lightly as she looked at the man, who yelled over to them, then followed Rizzo's glance to OC. "I'm confused." She commended. She never got to hand his beer back to him, before he seemed to be consumed with anger and completely forgot about it.

OC made a face, then shaking his head at him. "I don't even know how you could stand to be in the same room as that clown." He scoffed.

"Let it go, it's over. Let it go." Rizzo said, clearly seeming stressed about the situation.

"Umm." Ralph Cox began, holding his beer off to the side as he watched the guys converse in front of him. "What's going on here?" He seemed to be as confused as Chas.

Silk had torn his attention away from his test and looked from the bar over to Cox. "OC's got a little unfinished business over there." He nodded his head lightly.

"Not for long I don't." OC added, eyeing Mac up as if he was about to charge him right then and there.

Chas placed the bottle to her mouth and sat there quietly. She had just met these guys and had really started to take a liking to OC, who sat next to her. But she wasn't about to jump into a conversation that she knew nothing about.

"What did I tell you man?" Rizzo's voice got a bit louder as he half glared at OC. He mouthed the words, let it go once again, but OC didn't seem to care much. And he definitely wasn't about to let it go.

"McClanahan." Cox spoke up suddenly, after following OC's glare stare over in his direction. He looked over to OC. "Oh, you're not still going on about the '76 playoffs, are you? Come on, OC," He shook his head lightly, taking a sip of his beer.

Her eyes lit up. "Oooh, I was there for that." Chas spoke up. When the players turned their gaze toward her, she sat back in her seat. "One of my best friends goes to University of Minnesota, pretty close to all the hockey players from there. She helped managed the team." She nodded her head. "Dragged me and our other friend along." She explained.

"Who was she?" Silk asked, the conversation at hand slipping his mind for a minute. "Was she the one that went on to become a gymnast? Cause we all heard about her." He said. "Apparently, she's going to be helping with this team as well." He threw his head back, tasting his beer.

Chas's brow furrowed. "Sounds like her." She said quietly, setting her beer down. "But how does she plan on being there for you guys AND playing for the United States Olympic Gymnastics team?" She cocked an eyebrow.

"Sounds like something you need to ask your friend." Cox told her, his eyebrows rising. "And while you're at it, tell her OC has a grudge held on another player from something that happened 3 years ago."

OC leaned forward on the table, looking right at Cox. "You know what, Coxie; let me ask you a question. Why'd you want to play college hockey?" He asked.

"Isn't it obvious?" He grinned, gesturing towards Chas. "For the girls." He teased with a broad smile, setting his beer down.

Chas grinned, but didn't get the chance to say anything, because OC continued. "I'm serious, Coxie, why'd you want to play college hockey?" He drilled.

Cox eyed him for a moment, before shaking his head lightly. "Cause I love to play hockey." He said as a matter-of-factly. "I want to go to the NHL just like everybody else does." He spout back.

It was like watching a gang of ping-pong, looking from Cox to OC. "Well, I wanted to win a National Championship and that pansy over there, cheap shots me. I get tossed out of the game. He steals the ring right off my finger?" He paused, running his tongue out over his lips. "How would you feel?"

Chas hadn't paid much attention to the game, all she knew was she cheered at the end when Minnesota won, but she wasn't about to say that out loud.

"Everyone was throwing cheap shots that night." Rizzo spoke up, his voice very low at first.

"You know, Rizzo, it's funny you say that cause I'm just wondering what side you're on." OC shot back at him, looking more annoyed then previously.

Rizzo's eyes narrowed. "I'm on your side!" He retorted.

"You know, it sure seems that way." OC always had to get the last word in.

Chas had realized that Silk had sat back and stayed quite throughout the whole thing. Clearly, he was torn with the situation. She didn't know if they were all throwing cheap shots that night, but if you wanted her opinion, having half the Minnesotans on the team and the other half from Boston. It was just one volcano waiting to erupt.

"Alright, just relax ok? Jeez." Cox conceded, shaking his head.

Pushing his chair back, OC stood up looking down at all of them. "I'm not doing this right now, I'm out of here." He grabbed his pen and his test before shoving the chair under the table. He glanced to Chas but didn't have the chance to say anything before Rizzo's voice erupted.

"Where you going?" He asked him.

OC's eyes narrowed, still slightly annoyed with his friend. "I'm going to my room. Is that alright with you?" He paused. "…Mother?" With that said, he slowly wandered away from the table.

Biting on her lip, Chas watched him walk off. Setting his beer on the table, she stood to her feet as well. "I'm going to go find my friends." She told them. "Thanks you for keeping me company." She grinned at them, before taking a few steps back and going after OC.

Cox smiled and waved goodbye slightly and looked back to Silk and Rizzo. "Just let him go." Silk was saying to Rizzo who looked like he was about to go after OC.

"No wonder why the guy gets so many penalty minutes, right?" Cox commended his beer lingering just below his lips.

"He does get a little carried away sometimes." Silk responded.

Klinoa: Please nitpick all you want! I've caught a few of my mistakes myself, but I knew Mark Johnson was from Wisconsin. But him and Mac walk into the bar together, so they do seem to ask as if they know each other before hand, so that's the way I went with it. It's also suppose to have the tryouts in Colorado, but I kinda killed that too. / Thank you thought, I'd rather you tell me what you honestly think about it then to just be like, "Good." I do hope you enjoy it otherwise though! Oh, and also, I ended up having to post the third chapter for it to show the second one. It was really odd.

Strangexbutxtrue: I've always wanted to do it, but I'm trying to come up with something that hasn't been done. So it's been more focused on the girls for now, but it'll get better more into the story. You should be able to see all the chapters now! Thank you for reviewing! ;

meadow567: I've been having trouble working out the new way to handle this account. It's different from when I was last posting. But I think I know what you're talking about and I'll go change it! I'm glad you're enjoying it so far! You're right, only it's Riley that's with Mac and doesn't want anyone to know. Throughout the story it's going to be like this, you'll find out better as to why in later chapters.

Vaughnloveralwaysandforev: Thank you so much! I'm glad you're enjoying it, and I'm trying to make in different. I have to be honest, I'm not exactly sure whose going to end up with who. I've seen a lot of stories where OC gets the girl, so I'm trying to stray away from that. But, I mean, come on, OC does deserve someone anyway! It might be like a round-robin type thing. Chas will probably be hoping from guy to guy.

Emador: I'm glad you're enjoying it! I do plan on continuing it. I still have a few chapters left to post, but I like to be like 3 chapters ahead of myself. I'm at the point where I post a chapter each night, but it might become more spacey. For now, I hope you enjoy the 4th chapter.

Lia06: No, no, I'm glad you pointed that out. I could have sworn Gymnastics was part of the Winter Games. I didn't even really think twice about it until you mentioned it. I could make it an AU, but I don't know if I really want to, but I don't have a choice. I don't hate you! Thank you for pointing it out. Reasons like this is why I post it on here so people can point out my mistakes! As for Colorado, yeah I knew about that mess up. I had already posted the story before I realized it, so I'm going to make a note about me being stupid and not paying attention. I think I'm just going to have to change the Olympic things a bit.