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19 : captain blood

i stormed into the locker room, more livid than ever before. i saw dean was punching the table, furious he wasn't out on the ice. he noticed me walk in and immediately stopped what he was doing.

"what are you doing here?" he questioned me as i could see drops of sweat rolling down his face from the anger in him. i just shook my head.

"long story short, coach bombay won't let me play. we got in an argument and i had to the choice to either shut up or leave and here i am."

i plopped myself on the table and stared at the television screen which was showing the game. an annoyed and sad expression was etched across my face.

dean came around to my side and placed himself in front of me. i looked down at the floor in disappointment. "hey look at me."

i didn't bother looking up so he took his hand and lifted my chin up. "you deserve to be mad. everyone knows you're an amazing hockey player."

i shrugged my shoulders, realization coming over me. "i embarrassed myself in front of the whole world." i wish i didn't always let my anger take over everything.

"oh who cares. everyone gets angry sometimes." i chuckled quietly at his words. he removed his hand from my chin and rested both of his hands beside me.

as we were staring into each others eyes longingly, julie had busted through the door. we instantly separated from each other and my eyes were back on the television screen.

dean had had enough sitting in the locker room. he threw on his street clothes and went out into the crowd. julie and i had taken off our jerseys and skates, but were still in our gear.

after what felt like forever, the game was over. we had lost 12 to 1. i heard adam had scored the goal but was slashed on his wrist right after.

we were all sat in the locker room together, waiting for coach bombay and his after game speech. "twelve to one," he began.

"you know what word comes to mind when you think of that? pathetic! you guys were brought here to play hockey." jesse had interrupted him.

"what about you?" he asked the man. "what about me, jesse?" coach questioned him back. "coach stansson knew everything about us. they were ready for us." julie had now popped her own words in.

"and you spend your time driving around in convertibles talking to those sponsor fools." now luis had said his mind, i was honestly taken aback.

"or hanging with the iceland lady. we saw you two saturday night." fulton added after luis. "eating ice cream with the enemy, huh coach?" now it was my turn to talk as well.

"and you couldn't even tell the truth to your own players." everyone was shocked by our words. nobody had known what occurred because we hadn't said anything.

"hey, hey what i do is none of your business. is that clear?" bombay nearly tripped over his words as he spoke.

everyone was sick of whatever coach bombay had next to say. we all proceeded to take off our gear and change. though he stopped us before we could proceed on.

"everyone stay in your gear. we have practice." all of our mouths hung open at his words. we just played a whole game against the hardest team and now he wants to practice? you've got to be kidding.

we had suicides for what felt like a year long because they would never end. my head started spinning from proceeding going back and forth, back and forth.

"i feel like i'm gonna die," dean whispered into my ear. i nodded my head at his words as sweat dripped down our face. "then no wonder they're called suicides."

charlie had gone up to the man, asking some question that i couldn't exactly hear. but whatever he said didn't help us.

we skated for hours on end. we must have gotten back to our rooms as nearly one in the morning. as i stepped off the bus, i nearly fell face first from my legs feeling like literal jello.

"woah there, don't be dying on me now," dean said to me as we made our way inside. he slung my arm over his shoulder so he could help support my weight.

my eyes felt heavier and heavier by the second and i swear i thought i fell asleep while walking. trudging up the stairs felt like eternity and i thought it would never end.

dean helped me set my things down and climb into bed. he had mumbled something to me before turning off the light and going back to his room.

as i closed my eyes, i was in a deep slumber in the matter of minutes.