𝔰𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔟𝔦𝔯𝔡 [1]

4

The next day I woke up happier than before. Quickly went away when Gordon had decided to walk into my room, "Wren, can I talk to you about something?"

"Sure."

He sat down next to me on the couch, ah shit, what'd I do?

"I just wanted to get your opinion," Oh good, my specialty, "So, because I coach the U.S.A. team, we have to go to California for the games. Seeing as I can't leave you here, I have to bring you."

"That's fine."

"Look, it know it's not what you want but-wait what? You're fine with going?" I pushed my lips together and nodded my head, "Oh, ok then. We also have practice in ten minutes so get up. We gotta go."

When we arrived at the rink Gordon lead me into the locker room. I don't wanna say it...but I'll say it. Oh my god. That's a lot of abs.

"Alright, good morning everyone." A chorus of good mornings were mumbles through the group, "Ok, let's make today a good one. Meet me out on the ice in five." Then Gordon left the locker room.

I was about to follow him out when I heard someone call out my name. I turned around to see Connie walking up to me with the blonde boy from the zambini trailing behind her, "Hey. I was wondering if you still wanted to hangout with us after practice."

"Oh, um, yeah. I'll be there." I smiled at Connie.

"Great! Oh, and this is Guy. Sorry, I forgot to introduce the two of you." Guy and I shook each other's hands and said a polite hey before heading our separate ways.

The practice went as normal as any other hockey practice, at least I would assume, until Gordon blew his whistle, "You guys aren't working together. Neither sides of the team." Immediately the group starting pointing fingers, "Look, I don't care who isn't working together, I just know how to fix it."

Next thing I knew, I was standing on the ice, tying the group into one big circle. The whole group was complaining about how crowded and uncomfortable the situation was, I was just glad I wasn't tied up.

"Aww I smell something." Someone complained.

Everyone yelled out, "Goldberg!"

"It wasn't me." Goldberg defended.

"No," Dean lifted up his arms and smiled, "It was me!"

"Thank you!" Goldberg yelled as everyone groaned in disgust.

Gordon blew his whistle after tying the last knot, "I don't know how to make this any clearer," He called out, "You are a team. And to win this thing, you have to work as one. Now as one, skate." The team attempted to skate but, as expected, they all fell down. I had never been one to watch on the sidelines, but man this was entertaining, "Everyone goes their own way, everyone falls down. Now get up and try it again."

We wait for the team to get back up again. When they do, Dean and Fulton argue about who's in charge and which way to go, causing the team to fall down.

"You guys can argue all you want, but I am not untying you until you move as one."

I walked over to the team laid out on the ice, "I think it would be easier if you guys just moved forwards first."

"Who asked you?" Dean asked.

"Nobody, just a suggestion."

"Hey, chill out man. She was just trying to be helpful." Jesse defended. I smiled at him as I moved to get off the ice.

I had left to go to the lobby to get a snack out of the vending machine. The machine got my food stuck, "Come on man, I haven't had anything to eat."