destined to be; guy germaine

chapter nineteen; no next game

aimee monet

coach had been making us do laps for the past 4 hours. we're all exhausted and just wanted to leave.

"20 more sprints let's go!" coach blew the whistle.

"this isn't very fun coach" charlie tried to negotiate with him but it didn't work. i tried my hardest to continue the sprints but my arm was bothering me too much and i couldn't handle it anymore. i collapsed onto the board and taking a long needed breather.

"monet don't slack off! get up and continue the sprint or you'll be here all night." coach yelled at me.

i've had enough of this bitch.

"my arm is injured if you couldnt tell. oh wait your too busy going around in cars and trying to kiss up to the iceland chick" i spoke back.

"well maybe you should've played better. your meant to be one of my star players and you played like shit." he spat back.

"i wonder why i played shit. our coach is off doing dumb fucking commercial that'll probably do him no good."

"aimee stop" charlie quietly whispered.

"no i'm not going to stop. he hasn't trained us at all for this game and expects us to play like we could easily beat them with our eyes closed. if anything, your the pathetic one here" i shouted. coach looked furious now.

"that's it. your not playing next game" he yelled, slamming his clipboard on the ice.

"aimee. your going to get kicked off the team" guy worriedly said.

"fine by me, it's not like he cares anymore. it's all about the money now" coach's face dropped as it rolled of my tongue. i dropped my stick onto the ice and left the rink. what a coach i have. i got out of my gear and changed. i decided to walk home and take the longer route to hopefully clear my mind.

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she dropped her stick onto the ice and left. she was definitely fed up.

"alright anyone else want to leave and follow in that cowards footsteps?" bombay spoke up. that made my blood boil.

"she's not an coward" i angrily said. 

"she is if she thinks i'm pathetic then yes she's an idiot"

"no you just think that cus you know she's right. she's not a goddamn idiot and i know for sure she's better than you. so fuck you coach" i spat back and left.

"what a coach we've got" adam rolled his eyes and followed me. along with the rest of the team. 

i quickly changed in hopes of catching aimee outside but she had already left. i frantically looked around as adam ran after me.

"where is she?" adam asked.

"i have no clue" i sighed.

"she might've walked home. c'mon we'll meet her back there don't worry" adam patted my back.

aimee monet

i had been walking for like an hour now. who knows what happened after i left. do i really care? no. it was 4 am and i was exhausted, yet i still didn't want to go to bed. i had taken the longer way back so it was a long walk. i felt my phone start to vibrate and saw larson started to call me.

"larson? what are u doing awake?" i asked

"making sure your okay. banks just texted me saying you haven't came back to their room since you stormed out of practice. where are you?" he furrowed his brows.

"just walking around town. i'm walking back."

"what even happened?"

"i hurt my arm during the game and coach wasn't happy that we lost so he made us practice for like hours and my arm was bothering me so i took a rest and he yelled at me for it so i told him off and guess he wasn't too happy i was right so i left." i explained.

"well that explains it. are you okay?"

"yeah i guess." i shrugged.

"how far are you from your room?"

"like 5 mins" i lied. i hated lying to him but if i told him i was like an hour away, he would've flipped.

"okay. well stay safe. call me in the morning?"

"yeah i will. goodnight larson"

"goodnight aimes"

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"guy just go to sleep. she's coming back soon" adam groaned.

"but what if she gets hurt. or she doesn't come back." i replied.

"she's fine trust me. larson called her earlier and said she was walking back now and she's safe." he reassured.

"okay." i whispered. i laid down and tried to go to sleep. i hope she comes back soon.

aimee monet

i finally got back to motel we were staying at at like 5:30 am. it was very quiet. i assumed everyone was back. i walked out onto the beach and just decided to wait there until they woke up. it was peaceful you know. something she hadn't had in a long time. i was enjoying my time when someone tapped my shoulder. i turned around and the person is least expect to be here is looking down at me.

"gunnar?"

"what are you doing out here at such a time like this?" he asked.

"couldn't sleep after the training bombay made us do" i rolled my eyes remembering what happened.

"training? this early?"

"yeah. he was mad about how we did at the game last night and made us train until 3. but i stormed out because he kept calling me a shit player." i sighed.

"it's monet right?" i nodded, "well for someone your age, your definitely a good player." he replied.

"thanks. but clearly he doesn't think so. i mean i worked my ass off for this and all he does is go around in cars with our sponsors" i complained as i leaned back onto the sand

"he is an idiot. if i could i would beat him up but i might get disqualified." we laughed. it was honestly nice to have a conversation with him since they were the "enemies". we continued to talk until we heard another icelandic voice. we turned around to see stansson standing behind us. he said something in icelandic which i didn't understand so i kept my head down not wanting to talk.

"your from team usa" stansson said. i nodded.

"you did very well last night. i'm impressed." he spoke. i looked up and smiled.

"thanks. your team did great too"

"i heard about your practice with your coach this morning" i rolled my eyes.

"yeah. well i think i'm going to be benched for my actions" i put in quotations.

"well i'm sorry to interrupt your hang outs but gunnar has practice to attend to."

"it's okay. have fun!" i smiled at the two.

"goodbye monet" gunnar returned to smile and walked off with stansson.

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