"𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿, 𝗰𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿." || 𝗮𝗱𝗮𝗺 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀

14 | the state finals.

we are all in a line, facing forward. well, some of us. most of us are glaring and making faces at the Hawks. i'm in between Jesse and Tommy, Adam farther behind me. i see McGill and Larson smirk and tease Adam, with just facial expressions, and i see my poor Banksie get nervous and anxious, causing him to look back forward. i shoot McGill and Larson and glare before their eyes widen and they look back forwards, flustered and scared. i don't get why. THAT much. i'm not THAT intimidating. am i? i mean, i did beat McGills face into frozen water, but overall i'm not a scary looking person.

by the time the looks and fight with our faces were over, the national anthem was ending. it ends and everyone claps, as the coaches round up their team and walk off the ice.

the stupid Hawks do their stupid chant, their audience in the stands doing it as well. finally, it's over, and

"quack! quack! quack! quack! quack! quack! quack! quack! quack! quack! quack! quack!" we all chant as me and Connie look at each other with smiles. "goooooooo....Ducks!" we fly our arms into the air and players skate onto the ice, excluding me because coach didn't send me in. as Adam was about to skate on the ice, Jesse stops him. "hey, Banks!" he yells, and Adam turns around. "don't forget what side you're on." Jesse spits and Adam's face turns upset before he pulls his helmet down and skates away. i smack him, "stop it, Jesse. he's one of us now. he's a Duck. ease up on the poor kid, alright?" i snap, causing Jesse to just roll his eyes.

Adam got face off, along with McGill for the Hawks. i look at the two ex-bestfriends, who are glaring daggers at each other. then boom, the puck is dropped and the game begins. McGill and Larson team up and knock Adam to the ice and i clench my fists. Connie must've noticed because she grabbed my shoulder, "calm down, Liv. see, he's fine. this is a dangerous game, you cant beat someone up when they hurt someone you love that's on the ice." she points to Adam, who had gotten up already and was skating.

Adam is passed the puck, and he skates around the rink with it. behind the net, before a Hawk steals it. Terry gets it back, just for it to be stollen again. Adam gets the puck back, and we all start cheering. "GO BANKSIE!!" i yell. right after Adam passes the puck to Charlie, McGill and Larson smash him against the wall, causing him to fall.

this isn't fair. they're all targeting him, because he's apparently a 'traitor'. it's not his fault that the lines were re-drawn, and he was forced to play for us. not going to lie, i'm the happiest that he was forced to, but he doesn't deserve being targeted and beaten up by his old teammates. they best suck it up before they're sucking the ice. again.

by the time my thinking was done, Adam still hadn't gotten up, but he slowly but surely gets up on his feet and skates into the game again.

boom, Larson scores.

my head brings itself to the scoreboard:

Hawks | Ducks
2 0

McGill makes another point.

i grumble to myself, throwing my head back in being annoyed while i hear the Hawks cheer. the announcer continues narrating the game, Guy trying to get the puck, the Hawk boy diving, making Guy flip overtop of the kid. Adam gets the puck, only for it to be taken again.

more fighting and chasing for the block of rubber continues, and Adam gets it. McGill and Larson taking that as their chance. "Banks, two comin' hard!" Charlie warns. Adam gets cornered, and bam. McGill and Larson crush him, causing him to fall again. coach calls line change, figuring Banks needs a break. i go out onto the ice, passing Adam as he goes in. i ask him if he's okay, and he nods.