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18 : the rival

the following day was our game against iceland. nervous was an understatement for me. though as we were all getting changed, i could see fulton and dean had a stern look on their faces. i knew it was from last night.

the rest of the walk back to our rooms, none of us said anything. i just couldn't believe coach would be turning our back on us like that.

when coach bombay had walked into the locker room, his hair was slicked back in gel and he was nicely dressed in a brand new suit. everyone was impressed with how he looked.

"nice jacket. did you get two pairs of pants with that?" averman asked jokingly. everyone laughed at his question while fulton and dean still had stern faces.

the three of us slowly walked over to him. "good night last night, coach?" fulton questioned him as he set down on the stool next to him. "yeah it was fine." he responded back.

"what'd you do?" dean aksed. "oh i just uh, watched some tv and got to bed early." he even lied to his own players, how pathetic that was.

"but not without a little dessert, right?" dean said before walking off to finish getting ready. "a little ice cream, maybe?" coach bombay had looked at the two boys stunned.

i had stepped up to the man myself. "just wish you wouldn't have stepped so low." his mouth hung open but i didn't let him say anything as i had walked off.

the three of us were quiet on the way out to the ice. i mean what, we were supposed to just hide the fact that our coach betrayed us?

we began our warm ups as we stepped foot on the ice. goldberg and avarman were stopped at the goal, acting as if they were broadcasting a tv show.

"tonight's matchup, team usa faces off against team iceland. we have us greg goldberg, goaltender for team usa," averman begins, using the butt end of his stick as his microphone.

"greg, what is it going to take to beat these feisty icelanders tonight?" i rolled my eyes playfully at the two boys. though i couldn't hear goldberg's response as i had skated off.

we huddled together at the bench and let coach say his few words that he always said before games. we finished up and i was sat on the bench, warming it for my teammates.

jesse took the face off and i could tell he was having a few words with the icelander. i sighed heavily as i was already annoyed that i wasn't on the ice.

as soon as the puck was dropped, jesse was trying to shove the icelander down. dean, being the guy he is, got in between the two and shoved the icelander to the ice.

"c'mon fool, get up." i shook my head, knowing this wasn't going to end well. "you ran at him unprovoked," the ref commented to dean.

"huh?" as he spun around, he knocked the ref down and now he was thrown out of the game. "you've got to be kidding me," i mumbled to myself.

"you're throwing him out? you can't do that! it's three seconds into the game!" coach bombay argued back with the ref. i let my head rest into my hands.

iceland was coming down to our zone once again. somehow, goldberg ended up behind the net, leaving it wide open for iceland.

though our team was too far up to catch them, and they had their first goal. i groaned aloud. i already had had enough of this.

"coach please, i'm begging you, put me on the ice," i asked the man as i stood up to face him. he looked between me and the ice and shook his head.

"we don't need you. we're fine where we are." i scoffed at the man's words and plopped myself back on the bench. "prick," i mumbled to myself.

"what did you just say, bella?" i clenched my jaw and turned around to face him. "you heard me loud and clear." the man scoffed and i could tell he was becoming more angry by the minute.

"you can't talk to me like that, bella. i am your coach." i stood up once again and now we were arguing with each other.

"you don't even give me a chance to step on the ice!"

"i will. i already told you your time will come when it does."

"well my time is now. i feel it in me and you just blow over it."

the ref had paused the game and skated over to our bench. "i'm sorry but we have a game occurring. you either need to settle down or you're out of the game," the ref spoke towards me.

i looked back at coach bombay and shook my head. "there's no point of me being out here anyways." and with that i took my stick and skated off.