'Hockey. Josie. Chocolate. Hockey. Josie. Winter. Hockey. Josie.
Disneyland.' I chanted in my head and I squeezed my eyes shut.
"Ok, you can stop." Josie whispered gently taking my hand and wrapping the ice around it.
I opened my eyes and immediately locked them on her face that was plastered with worry as she focused on my wrist.
"Is he going to be ok?" Charlie asked scooting over, almost sitting on her lap in full hockey gear. "I mean, can he play?"
Josie rolled her eyes. "Give me a few minutes with him, and then he might be able and come out to play." She replied in a mock motherly tone. She took the ice off and began to massage it with her thumbs.
Orion shook his head as he entered the change rooms frowning, not his normal 'I'm too serious to smile sort of frown' but the 'I didn't win so I'm going to start kicking some asses' sort of frown. "Legal check. Ref's ruling. After talking to the kids, he's decided it was unintentional."
Portman tossed his stick into his full locker with a clatter slamming it shut making them all shake. "Bullshit!" He growled. "I saw it. It wasn't legal and I should know! I'm been kicked out enough times to know by now!"
"We can't do anything about it." Orion shrugged, completely upset over that fact. Despite the fact that he basically preached that confidence when you didn't have control of the situation, was the stuff that true leaders were made of (oh yeah, the guys told me the whole speech before I joined the team), he liked to have control over everything. I have a feeling it has something to do with his daughter, whom we've seen but never met, and the accident. Poor guy.
"Again. Bullshit!" Portman said as he sat beside Fulton. "I'll beat the shit out of that McGill guy! Don't worry Banksie." He said nodding. "Fulton and I will get him."
"Portman, Reed, no." Coach said turning to them, speaking to them as if they were over excited puppies. Absolutely gigantic puppies with razor sharp teeth and bulging muscles and could jump on you and tear you apart, limb from limb within about five seconds. "The Knights have a team full of enforcers and I don't need any of mine kicked out because they're out for revenge; and that goes double for you Dean Portman."
Portman rolled his eyes as Orion past him, walking towards his spot in front of the corkboard, where he liked to pace while lecturing us.
Portman leaned over to Fulton. "He didn't say we couldn't ht him extra hard right?" He smirked sadistically, making sure I saw the thumbs up he gave me.
Orion looked over at Josie, who began to inspect my wrist for anything. "How is he doing?"
"Yeah. Can he play?" Averman asked leaning forward to be able to look Josie in the eyes.
I rolled my eyes. "I am still here, you know." I mumbled as Josie made me rotate my wrist barely feeling a twinge. I smiled inwardly at it.
Josie smiled. "Good, better. I just need to do one thing. . ." She took my fingers and pulled my wrist back as far as it would go.
I let out a blood-curdling, ear piercing screech as the pain shot up my arm like she injected pure adrenalin into my veins. I jerk my wrist out of her hands and cradled it in my left had like a baby. Josie looked completely shocked at my reaction.
"Are you ok?" She whispered reaching for my wrist again.
I shot her a look that could kill. "Of course I'm not ok! That freaking hurt!" I blasted at her, grabbing the ice that sat beside her and placing it on my wrist that I had pulled tightly to my body.
She frowned. "It was just a stretch. I'm sorry but it had to be done."
"Well it hurt!"
"It HAD to be done!"
"Well it. . ."
Orion stopped me by putting a heavy had on my shoulder. "So can he skate?" He asked, directing it at Josie.
She nodded eying me. "Yeah, as long as he can hold a hockey stick and rotate it." She looked over at Charlie, who immediately surrendered it eagerly. We both stood up at the same time watching each other intently.
I bit my lip nervously, taking the stick in my right hand and holding it in front of me, taking deep breaths. My hand shook as I turned it to the right and the left with a minimal sting.
I looked at Josie who was watching my wrist uneasily. As I stopped she broke out into a smile, making the rest of the team grin and yelp happily.
"Yes!!"
"Go Banks!"
"Knights suck!"
Orion cast a disapproving yet amused look at Portman who enthusiastically yelled out the later of the calls. He shook his head and smiled proudly at me. "Excellent! Ok guys, this means we have an advantage over the Knights." He announced quietly. "This means they aren't going be expecting Banks to be a key player, or a player at all, so we have to use that. Portman, Reed and Goldberg; I need you to keep an eye out for McGill, especially when he's hanging around the net." He looked over at Julie. "You too. You notice something funny, and I want you to signal them."
Julie and the Bash Brothers, plus Goldberg nodded, murmuring in agreement.
The Coach made long strides towards the door. "Come on team let's win this!"
"Yeah!"
Everyone began to file out towards the door, Josie included.
Orion stopped her immediately as she turned to the rink. "Miss. Best, I thank you for helping, but I don't think it's a good idea for you to be on the bench."
Josie immediately frowned. "What! I still have to wrap. . ."
"You should be in the stands." Orion sighed, knowing he was going to be fought on this.
"Oh come on!" Josie pouted. "If the referee says anything; tell him I help out at the nurse's office at campus and I'm looking over Adam's wrist."
Averman looked over my shoulder. "You do?"
She chuckled. "No, but what he doesn't know can't hurt him!" She turned back to Orion to return to her gentle persuasion. "Please? I won't be in your way and I can make sure that Adam will be ok." She batted her eyelashes stereotypically. "I'll not only wash but wax your car in a Duck's jersey. . ."
Coach almost cracked a smiled and crossed his arms. "Miss Best, are you bribing me?"
Josie cocked an eyebrow and shifted her weight onto one of her feet. "Coach Orion, are you accepting my bribe?"
"Steam-clean the upholstery . . . and maybe I will." He replied narrowing his eyes at her.
She made a completely serious face. "If I'm washing it in the summer than it's a deal." She put her hand out in front of her.
He shook her hand. "Deal. Welcome to the bench."
Josie grinned and leaned against the doorframe that Coach was standing beside. "Great. I think this is the beginning of a beautiful partnership."
Orion cleared his throat and frowned at the petite brunette.
She shrugged and linked an arm with me. "Or not. Whatever."
"Okay. Let's get out there." Coach announced urging us all to hurry up and get onto the ice.
I stepped onto the ice with a renewed confidence ready to face the world, or at least the Knights. I carefully guided Josie over to the bench being sure her street shoes didn't slip on the clean ice. I listen as Orion began to give away his game plan.
"Ok. Banks, you're on the bench. Conway, take the face-off."
I blinked. "What! But Coach I'm fine! Josie said so!"
Charlie nodded. "Yeah Coach. Banks can take them."
"Conway, face-off, Banks bench." Orion replied eying me.
I stepped into the bench, watching as Charlie took my spot on my line. "But Coach, I'm fine! Let me play!"
"But Coach nothing." Orion replied. "I need you and your wrist good and strong when I need you. If I put you out now, the Knights will be on you like flies on a shit wagon." I frowned at this comparison but went along with it. "I don't want you out of the game on an injury. Now sit down and work with Miss Best."
I stared at him floored. "But Coach!"
"Banks, sit."
I shook my head as I trudged over to Dwayne and collapsed beside him heavily, trying to ignore the cheers from the crowd as Charlie took the face-off. It should have been me. Dwayne patted my shoulder before moving over so Josie could sit next to me and quickly mumbled something in his southern drawl, just soft enough so I couldn't make out the words.
Josie nodded in response and took the seat and looked over at me. "Okay. Let's see you wrist."
I shook my head and tucked my bare hand under my arm so she couldn't even touch it if she tried.
"Adam." She replied threateningly, trying to look over my shoulder.
I shook my head again stubbornly. I wasn't the only rich kid in this school who didn't like to be told what to do. "No."
She put on a completely determined, un-amused face. "Adam. I have to see so I can wrap it. The faster I wrap it, the faster you can get back on the ice. Now, wrist."
"No!" I replied again stubbornly. "Give me the gauss, I'll wrap it myself."
"Its either I wrap it properly so you don't injure yourself, or I can make sure that Coach Orion won't play you, either way. It doesn't matter to me." She shrugged.
"Josie. Just give me the God-damned gauss." I growled at her.
"Dwayne, tell Coach Orion that I just noticed something wrong with Adam's wrist and he can't play at all." She said turning to him.
His eyes widened and he looked completely shocked. "But. . . Josie. Ya do know Coach is countin' on Banksie righ'?" He lazily ran his words together.
She nodded. "I know Cowboy but. . ."
"Fine!" I yelped holding out my wrist to her as I realized that she wasn't messing around.
She smiled. "Thanks." She looked over at Dwayne and grinned. "That acting class is paying off. You really did look floored."
My jaw dropped as Josie applied a thin pad to my wrist and began to wrap it gently. Dwayne grinned and shrugged and turned back to the game. "Thank-ya lil' lady."
I glared at him. "Evil Texan." I grumbled as Orion tapped his shoulder and he jumped over the boards and he was soon replaced by Luis who pulled his helmet up and looked down at Josie's craftsmanship on my wrist.
She patted my arm and smiled. "That should do it. Rotate your wrist a little so that you're used to the way it feels before you get put on."
I sighed and began to do as she said. "As if I'll even be put on; Orion hates me."
"You sound like Charlie last year." Mendoza quickly interjected, unable to tear his eyes away from the players, completely enveloped by the game before him.
I looked out onto the ice, barely even noticing that Josie had got up and was standing beside Orion. McGill looked completely focused on his task before him, although he was having some minor difficulties with Portman and Fulton. Every time Portman slammed him into the boards, he got this sadistic look of glee and pride flash across his face.
"Banks, you ready?" Orion asked promptly interrupting my concentration.
I nodded. "Yes sir."
He nodded sharply and looked out onto the ice. "Germaine, Tyler, bench. Banks, Wu, change it!"
I jumped onto the ice with a renewed sense of hope as I searched desperately to prove to myself that I belonged out there.
I raced toward the Knight's net, hoping for a shot. Dwayne acknowledged me with a yip and immediately went after the puck that one of the Knights had been keeping behind the net.
He stole it away in a quick maneuver and passed it off to Kenny who did a quick twist and dodged a check by on of the Knight's bigger enforcers. He quickly passed it off to me and I faked once, spun 180 degrees dodging a check from my right and was immediately hooked by McGill, landing flat on my face.
A whistle pierced the icy air and the sounds of a scuffle tempted me to turn around.
I shook my head and turned onto my back expecting to see Portman pounding McGill's snotty smirk into ground beef.
"What the hell Dan! What do you think you're doing?" Larson yelled pushing McGill as the referee raced towards us.
McGill looked Ryan up and down as if he were a crazy person. "I'm winning this for our team! I'm not losing to a bunch of reject again! What are you doing Ryan? You're on MY team."
Larson tossed his helmet to the ice. "It isn't your team dumbass! And I want to win too, but I want to at least win fair!" He said giving him a quick shove in the chest.
"I am winning fair!"
"You hooked him!"
His eyes narrowed. "And what do you care? It's Banks! We've been after him since elementary school!"
Larson's jaw dropped. "Doesn't that sound the littlest bit stupid to you? Don't you think you should let it go?"
"No it doesn't! And don't call me stupid!" McGill said dropping his stick and immediately being pulled away from us both by the ref at this movement.
Larson looked down at me. I finally realized I was still on my back, lying on the cold ice. He reached down for my hand to pull me up. "You ok?"
I blinked at him completely shocked. "Yeah. Fine."
He nodded and skated away to his bench leaving me standing in the middle of the ice like an idiot. I shook my head and grabbed my stick and skated to the face-off.
I took a breath as the Bourassa guy stood in front of me ready to take me on instead of McGill. He turned his head loudly cracking his neck making me wince at the sound. I focused on the puck that was held in the referee's bare hand.
I licked my lips nervously. What a power play this was going to be.
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A/N: Ok. It was a hard chapter to write mainly because of the fact I'm sick. *coughs* I found out that when I'm sick I'm not very creative or have much initiative. I so did not want to type this chapter. But lately I have been drawing inspiration from this guy at my school that is super hot and I'm totally crushing on him. The only problem was, was the fact I didn't know his name. Here's the kicker. I looked in my brother's yearbook and found the guy. Guess his name. Go on GUESS . . . Peter! Seriously. I was going to cry. Now whenever I look at him, I'm going to think of a figure skating guy who died. UGH!
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Beaner- Hey Katie!!! *sighs* I'm so glad you didn't think I was stereotyping. Could you ask Joc if they did? My friend that I asked if they did kind of likes pulling pranks on me (We do it all the time) and I'm not sure if she was just kidding me or if she was telling the truth. I've seen in movies (football mostly) where guys are praying before the big game. But I just wanted to put that out there and cover myself. JUST in case. Yuppers. Adam it totally stubborn too! And they can be good traits and make for an interesting, well rounded character. NO hurting McGill. I need him! You can have Bourassa after the big game. I need McGill though. OH!! I was half asleep a couple nights ago and I figured out my title! I was so excited. However I'm still going to need your help. You and Joc and everyone else you can get your hands on! It's going to be Don't ____ or something like that. So this one is 'Don't Speak'. Next I'm choosing between, Don't Touch, Don't Cry, Don't Look or something else. What do you think? Yes? No? Maybe? Am I boring you? Guy, I didn't say 'no more Connie'. I said she was hanging out with my brother. What is starting to scare me is that she's learned how to change the oil on his car and all that other junk. It's like a female, my brother. *shivers* Scary. Anyways, thanks for reviewing!!
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Ok! It's out there! I'm definitely making a sequel! I've already got like a major conversation planned out. I've got like a skeleton of the story in mind. It's probably going to be set in like February. Ok, does anyone know when like the high school hockey season ends? Any ideas? And as I mission, I would like you guys to help me out on my title for the story. This story is Don't Speak. So naturally, the sequel should me 'Don't ___' right? So that's my problem I need to fill in the blank. I've been thinking, Don't Touch, Don't Cry and Don't Look. Do you guys have any ideas? It would be super cool if you guys could help! Just type in the first thing that comes to your mind; so 'Don't ___'.
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"Ok, you can stop." Josie whispered gently taking my hand and wrapping the ice around it.
I opened my eyes and immediately locked them on her face that was plastered with worry as she focused on my wrist.
"Is he going to be ok?" Charlie asked scooting over, almost sitting on her lap in full hockey gear. "I mean, can he play?"
Josie rolled her eyes. "Give me a few minutes with him, and then he might be able and come out to play." She replied in a mock motherly tone. She took the ice off and began to massage it with her thumbs.
Orion shook his head as he entered the change rooms frowning, not his normal 'I'm too serious to smile sort of frown' but the 'I didn't win so I'm going to start kicking some asses' sort of frown. "Legal check. Ref's ruling. After talking to the kids, he's decided it was unintentional."
Portman tossed his stick into his full locker with a clatter slamming it shut making them all shake. "Bullshit!" He growled. "I saw it. It wasn't legal and I should know! I'm been kicked out enough times to know by now!"
"We can't do anything about it." Orion shrugged, completely upset over that fact. Despite the fact that he basically preached that confidence when you didn't have control of the situation, was the stuff that true leaders were made of (oh yeah, the guys told me the whole speech before I joined the team), he liked to have control over everything. I have a feeling it has something to do with his daughter, whom we've seen but never met, and the accident. Poor guy.
"Again. Bullshit!" Portman said as he sat beside Fulton. "I'll beat the shit out of that McGill guy! Don't worry Banksie." He said nodding. "Fulton and I will get him."
"Portman, Reed, no." Coach said turning to them, speaking to them as if they were over excited puppies. Absolutely gigantic puppies with razor sharp teeth and bulging muscles and could jump on you and tear you apart, limb from limb within about five seconds. "The Knights have a team full of enforcers and I don't need any of mine kicked out because they're out for revenge; and that goes double for you Dean Portman."
Portman rolled his eyes as Orion past him, walking towards his spot in front of the corkboard, where he liked to pace while lecturing us.
Portman leaned over to Fulton. "He didn't say we couldn't ht him extra hard right?" He smirked sadistically, making sure I saw the thumbs up he gave me.
Orion looked over at Josie, who began to inspect my wrist for anything. "How is he doing?"
"Yeah. Can he play?" Averman asked leaning forward to be able to look Josie in the eyes.
I rolled my eyes. "I am still here, you know." I mumbled as Josie made me rotate my wrist barely feeling a twinge. I smiled inwardly at it.
Josie smiled. "Good, better. I just need to do one thing. . ." She took my fingers and pulled my wrist back as far as it would go.
I let out a blood-curdling, ear piercing screech as the pain shot up my arm like she injected pure adrenalin into my veins. I jerk my wrist out of her hands and cradled it in my left had like a baby. Josie looked completely shocked at my reaction.
"Are you ok?" She whispered reaching for my wrist again.
I shot her a look that could kill. "Of course I'm not ok! That freaking hurt!" I blasted at her, grabbing the ice that sat beside her and placing it on my wrist that I had pulled tightly to my body.
She frowned. "It was just a stretch. I'm sorry but it had to be done."
"Well it hurt!"
"It HAD to be done!"
"Well it. . ."
Orion stopped me by putting a heavy had on my shoulder. "So can he skate?" He asked, directing it at Josie.
She nodded eying me. "Yeah, as long as he can hold a hockey stick and rotate it." She looked over at Charlie, who immediately surrendered it eagerly. We both stood up at the same time watching each other intently.
I bit my lip nervously, taking the stick in my right hand and holding it in front of me, taking deep breaths. My hand shook as I turned it to the right and the left with a minimal sting.
I looked at Josie who was watching my wrist uneasily. As I stopped she broke out into a smile, making the rest of the team grin and yelp happily.
"Yes!!"
"Go Banks!"
"Knights suck!"
Orion cast a disapproving yet amused look at Portman who enthusiastically yelled out the later of the calls. He shook his head and smiled proudly at me. "Excellent! Ok guys, this means we have an advantage over the Knights." He announced quietly. "This means they aren't going be expecting Banks to be a key player, or a player at all, so we have to use that. Portman, Reed and Goldberg; I need you to keep an eye out for McGill, especially when he's hanging around the net." He looked over at Julie. "You too. You notice something funny, and I want you to signal them."
Julie and the Bash Brothers, plus Goldberg nodded, murmuring in agreement.
The Coach made long strides towards the door. "Come on team let's win this!"
"Yeah!"
Everyone began to file out towards the door, Josie included.
Orion stopped her immediately as she turned to the rink. "Miss. Best, I thank you for helping, but I don't think it's a good idea for you to be on the bench."
Josie immediately frowned. "What! I still have to wrap. . ."
"You should be in the stands." Orion sighed, knowing he was going to be fought on this.
"Oh come on!" Josie pouted. "If the referee says anything; tell him I help out at the nurse's office at campus and I'm looking over Adam's wrist."
Averman looked over my shoulder. "You do?"
She chuckled. "No, but what he doesn't know can't hurt him!" She turned back to Orion to return to her gentle persuasion. "Please? I won't be in your way and I can make sure that Adam will be ok." She batted her eyelashes stereotypically. "I'll not only wash but wax your car in a Duck's jersey. . ."
Coach almost cracked a smiled and crossed his arms. "Miss Best, are you bribing me?"
Josie cocked an eyebrow and shifted her weight onto one of her feet. "Coach Orion, are you accepting my bribe?"
"Steam-clean the upholstery . . . and maybe I will." He replied narrowing his eyes at her.
She made a completely serious face. "If I'm washing it in the summer than it's a deal." She put her hand out in front of her.
He shook her hand. "Deal. Welcome to the bench."
Josie grinned and leaned against the doorframe that Coach was standing beside. "Great. I think this is the beginning of a beautiful partnership."
Orion cleared his throat and frowned at the petite brunette.
She shrugged and linked an arm with me. "Or not. Whatever."
"Okay. Let's get out there." Coach announced urging us all to hurry up and get onto the ice.
I stepped onto the ice with a renewed confidence ready to face the world, or at least the Knights. I carefully guided Josie over to the bench being sure her street shoes didn't slip on the clean ice. I listen as Orion began to give away his game plan.
"Ok. Banks, you're on the bench. Conway, take the face-off."
I blinked. "What! But Coach I'm fine! Josie said so!"
Charlie nodded. "Yeah Coach. Banks can take them."
"Conway, face-off, Banks bench." Orion replied eying me.
I stepped into the bench, watching as Charlie took my spot on my line. "But Coach, I'm fine! Let me play!"
"But Coach nothing." Orion replied. "I need you and your wrist good and strong when I need you. If I put you out now, the Knights will be on you like flies on a shit wagon." I frowned at this comparison but went along with it. "I don't want you out of the game on an injury. Now sit down and work with Miss Best."
I stared at him floored. "But Coach!"
"Banks, sit."
I shook my head as I trudged over to Dwayne and collapsed beside him heavily, trying to ignore the cheers from the crowd as Charlie took the face-off. It should have been me. Dwayne patted my shoulder before moving over so Josie could sit next to me and quickly mumbled something in his southern drawl, just soft enough so I couldn't make out the words.
Josie nodded in response and took the seat and looked over at me. "Okay. Let's see you wrist."
I shook my head and tucked my bare hand under my arm so she couldn't even touch it if she tried.
"Adam." She replied threateningly, trying to look over my shoulder.
I shook my head again stubbornly. I wasn't the only rich kid in this school who didn't like to be told what to do. "No."
She put on a completely determined, un-amused face. "Adam. I have to see so I can wrap it. The faster I wrap it, the faster you can get back on the ice. Now, wrist."
"No!" I replied again stubbornly. "Give me the gauss, I'll wrap it myself."
"Its either I wrap it properly so you don't injure yourself, or I can make sure that Coach Orion won't play you, either way. It doesn't matter to me." She shrugged.
"Josie. Just give me the God-damned gauss." I growled at her.
"Dwayne, tell Coach Orion that I just noticed something wrong with Adam's wrist and he can't play at all." She said turning to him.
His eyes widened and he looked completely shocked. "But. . . Josie. Ya do know Coach is countin' on Banksie righ'?" He lazily ran his words together.
She nodded. "I know Cowboy but. . ."
"Fine!" I yelped holding out my wrist to her as I realized that she wasn't messing around.
She smiled. "Thanks." She looked over at Dwayne and grinned. "That acting class is paying off. You really did look floored."
My jaw dropped as Josie applied a thin pad to my wrist and began to wrap it gently. Dwayne grinned and shrugged and turned back to the game. "Thank-ya lil' lady."
I glared at him. "Evil Texan." I grumbled as Orion tapped his shoulder and he jumped over the boards and he was soon replaced by Luis who pulled his helmet up and looked down at Josie's craftsmanship on my wrist.
She patted my arm and smiled. "That should do it. Rotate your wrist a little so that you're used to the way it feels before you get put on."
I sighed and began to do as she said. "As if I'll even be put on; Orion hates me."
"You sound like Charlie last year." Mendoza quickly interjected, unable to tear his eyes away from the players, completely enveloped by the game before him.
I looked out onto the ice, barely even noticing that Josie had got up and was standing beside Orion. McGill looked completely focused on his task before him, although he was having some minor difficulties with Portman and Fulton. Every time Portman slammed him into the boards, he got this sadistic look of glee and pride flash across his face.
"Banks, you ready?" Orion asked promptly interrupting my concentration.
I nodded. "Yes sir."
He nodded sharply and looked out onto the ice. "Germaine, Tyler, bench. Banks, Wu, change it!"
I jumped onto the ice with a renewed sense of hope as I searched desperately to prove to myself that I belonged out there.
I raced toward the Knight's net, hoping for a shot. Dwayne acknowledged me with a yip and immediately went after the puck that one of the Knights had been keeping behind the net.
He stole it away in a quick maneuver and passed it off to Kenny who did a quick twist and dodged a check by on of the Knight's bigger enforcers. He quickly passed it off to me and I faked once, spun 180 degrees dodging a check from my right and was immediately hooked by McGill, landing flat on my face.
A whistle pierced the icy air and the sounds of a scuffle tempted me to turn around.
I shook my head and turned onto my back expecting to see Portman pounding McGill's snotty smirk into ground beef.
"What the hell Dan! What do you think you're doing?" Larson yelled pushing McGill as the referee raced towards us.
McGill looked Ryan up and down as if he were a crazy person. "I'm winning this for our team! I'm not losing to a bunch of reject again! What are you doing Ryan? You're on MY team."
Larson tossed his helmet to the ice. "It isn't your team dumbass! And I want to win too, but I want to at least win fair!" He said giving him a quick shove in the chest.
"I am winning fair!"
"You hooked him!"
His eyes narrowed. "And what do you care? It's Banks! We've been after him since elementary school!"
Larson's jaw dropped. "Doesn't that sound the littlest bit stupid to you? Don't you think you should let it go?"
"No it doesn't! And don't call me stupid!" McGill said dropping his stick and immediately being pulled away from us both by the ref at this movement.
Larson looked down at me. I finally realized I was still on my back, lying on the cold ice. He reached down for my hand to pull me up. "You ok?"
I blinked at him completely shocked. "Yeah. Fine."
He nodded and skated away to his bench leaving me standing in the middle of the ice like an idiot. I shook my head and grabbed my stick and skated to the face-off.
I took a breath as the Bourassa guy stood in front of me ready to take me on instead of McGill. He turned his head loudly cracking his neck making me wince at the sound. I focused on the puck that was held in the referee's bare hand.
I licked my lips nervously. What a power play this was going to be.
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A/N: Ok. It was a hard chapter to write mainly because of the fact I'm sick. *coughs* I found out that when I'm sick I'm not very creative or have much initiative. I so did not want to type this chapter. But lately I have been drawing inspiration from this guy at my school that is super hot and I'm totally crushing on him. The only problem was, was the fact I didn't know his name. Here's the kicker. I looked in my brother's yearbook and found the guy. Guess his name. Go on GUESS . . . Peter! Seriously. I was going to cry. Now whenever I look at him, I'm going to think of a figure skating guy who died. UGH!
Shout outs!!
Erica- *author twists and squeals at your review excitedly* Ok, I figured the fact that her dad was a doctor she might at least know basic first aid. That and the fact she's basically grown up in an arena and probably had to nurse a few sprained ankles and wrists (I know I have!), had at least one concussion (had one of those too!) and tons of bumps and bruises. LOL you're Peter? Right now I'm wishing I named him something else. Anything. Just not Peter. *cries* Why didn't I name him Nick? *sighs* can't take it back now. Ok Deal! Now! You review!! *smiles*
Shelbers- I'm glad you liked my hockey chapter. I was so proud of it. I was like. Ugh!! What to do! What to do! And then it came to me like. OOOOHH! Ok, not a FeFe Dobson fan and haven't heard the song either. Sorry! However, I did sort of take inspiration from a couple songs, a few which are in the story and a few that aren't. The ones that aren't, are: Somebody for Someone- The Coors (my mom has it in the car and it's the only thing we can sort of agree on. It's either that or Rod Stuart *shivers*), Iris –The Goo Goo Dolls (my friend's favorite song) and Numb- Linkin Park. I'm very eclectic when it comes to music. I know it's been a little bit since the last chapter, about 4 or 5 days, which may not seem long for you, but long for me! Hope you enjoyed this chapter!
Anna- *blinks* Yeah! Gotta love hockey games. I hope that meant that I did good when it came to actually writing one up. *shrugs* whatever. I'll take it as a compliment. Thanks!!
Beaner- Hey Katie!!! *sighs* I'm so glad you didn't think I was stereotyping. Could you ask Joc if they did? My friend that I asked if they did kind of likes pulling pranks on me (We do it all the time) and I'm not sure if she was just kidding me or if she was telling the truth. I've seen in movies (football mostly) where guys are praying before the big game. But I just wanted to put that out there and cover myself. JUST in case. Yuppers. Adam it totally stubborn too! And they can be good traits and make for an interesting, well rounded character. NO hurting McGill. I need him! You can have Bourassa after the big game. I need McGill though. OH!! I was half asleep a couple nights ago and I figured out my title! I was so excited. However I'm still going to need your help. You and Joc and everyone else you can get your hands on! It's going to be Don't ____ or something like that. So this one is 'Don't Speak'. Next I'm choosing between, Don't Touch, Don't Cry, Don't Look or something else. What do you think? Yes? No? Maybe? Am I boring you? Guy, I didn't say 'no more Connie'. I said she was hanging out with my brother. What is starting to scare me is that she's learned how to change the oil on his car and all that other junk. It's like a female, my brother. *shivers* Scary. Anyways, thanks for reviewing!!
Joc- By the time I finished writing this chapter you had pasted chapter 16!!! *giggles* Oh God. I feel bad for writing such a long story because you have a long long long ways to go. Ok take rests. Pace yourself! I hope you enjoy the rest of the way!!
OreoLine00- Yes!! I talked about the Oreo line! I was like, ok, must write something that McGill would say that would big Banks and the rest of the team but make someone either hate McGill more or get really happy. And then you came up! I was like OH!! Go Oreo Line! Did I review your Guy story? That's 'Something about Jamie' right? I read it. Did I review it? I'll have to check. *Gasps* You're an OC fan too!! *squeals with joy!* I love the OC!! *squeals some more!* Yup Adam WAS hurt. Sort of. Your not stupid! Your just probably read it fast and didn't realize how long it was. Happens all the time to me! Thanks for the review!!
SqUiDsLiLpYrO- I do I love your name! How did you come up with it? *Gasps* I FEEL THE LOVE!!!!!! *coughs* Inside joke . . . music class . . . very hot sax player . . . and leather chaps LONG LONG story. Don't blame it on the Pixie Stix! Blame it on . . . ok blame it on the Pixie Stix. I'm just naturally hyper. Ok you pester!! Rock on! Yeah, I'm very protective of my main characters and Luis is in Australia with Tara, unfortunately along with Portman. Yup I'm definitely making a sequel because; unfortunately this story is coming to a close. It's going to end on a Friday, and right now it's Sunday. So this story has like a week left in imaginary time, but if the week goes anything like Sunday has, it will be like 10 chapters long *sighs*. I want to get this story done and over with so I can write out my next ideas, not that I haven't been enjoying this story thoroughly. Definitely lived up? Coolie! LOL! I loved the way you ended!! Yeah . . . *giggles!!*
Rachel- Just for you! Have you gotten over the shock yet? *giggles* *Sends you a virtual huggle!* Thanks! I'm so glad! God, have I created a following? *looks around her and realizes she has a bunch of Ducks (the hockey plays not the animals) looking over her shoulder* Ok guys, back off, that's creepy. *guys take step back* I'm so flattered that you think I'm a good writer! Ok I don't remember if it was you but I figure things out before I go to bed and I figured my new story title! So, this story is Don't Speak right? Next one should be 'Don't ___'. The only problem is, is that I'm having problems filling in the gap! The ones I have figured out are Don't Cry, Don't Touch and Don't Look. Do you have any ideas? I thought you might like last chapter! That's why I dedicated it to ya!! Adam was perfect??!! *squeals* Thanks soooo much!!! I kick hockey writing butt!! No way!! *squeals* You sort of got the "What did you do?" line this chapter. Did you catch it? Killer!! Brownie points! Whoo! Go me! Thanks for Reviewing!!
Lainey- Awww!! Don't be shy! Especially around here! You are welcomed around here whenever you want! Ages! *grins* Maybe that means there are more of you lurkers that haven't reviewed yet. . . Whatever! You are too sweet! And I love your review! As a person, I am really dramatic. My friends are constantly rolling their eyes at me and telling me I'm a freak, because, I am. I embrace it!! I'm glad you enjoy my portrayal of Adam and you liked my story! Thanks! You keep reading! I'm planning on a sequel too!!
Ok! It's out there! I'm definitely making a sequel! I've already got like a major conversation planned out. I've got like a skeleton of the story in mind. It's probably going to be set in like February. Ok, does anyone know when like the high school hockey season ends? Any ideas? And as I mission, I would like you guys to help me out on my title for the story. This story is Don't Speak. So naturally, the sequel should me 'Don't ___' right? So that's my problem I need to fill in the blank. I've been thinking, Don't Touch, Don't Cry and Don't Look. Do you guys have any ideas? It would be super cool if you guys could help! Just type in the first thing that comes to your mind; so 'Don't ___'.
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KatieGurl