Rapture

18

Something bad is gonna happen to me.

Apparently Lana already talked to the coaches of BOTH teams and they agreed to be interviewed.

I mean, come on, what if I flaked and didn't come down the dressing rooms?

What consequences would I be subject to?

Getting fired? I mean I don't even work for the paper. I'm a stand in at best.

You would be breaking your word.

Are you a liar Kira?

I shake my head. I keep my word, even if I make stupid promises.

God, how I wish I was anywhere but here.

Game plan: Interview some of our players first and then do Mountainview. That way I can get our team out of the way.

I knock on the dressing room door, hearing the hoots and hollers of the high of the post-game win.

I miss that feeling.

After knocking louder this time, still no-one opens the door.

"Fuck it." I mutter and open the door.

Boys. Everywhere. Lots of skin. Everywhere.

Thankfully no dicks were out.

Back on my old team, I either got the washroom or had to use the referee room (basically a closet). If I was lucky there would be an open dressing room I could use.

This is probably why I had to change separately.

Eyes shifted to me and I even saw a couple smirks.

Marcel nods at me and turns to speak to the team.

"Listen up. Kira here is from the school newspaper, you guys know the drill. She wants to speak with..." He looks over at me, waiting for my response.

I'm going to murder him. I told him to call me Lucia.

I clear my throat and look back to the team. "Um, those who scored, so Emam and Meyers."

I avoid Oliver's eyes because that's twice someone has called me Kira and one of them being his coach, who I am not supposed to know is not good.

"Do we have to go out into the hall?" Matthew Emam asks.

Where people can see us? I think not.

"Nope, in here is fine."

"But Lana usually makes us-"

"Lana isn't here," I cut off the grade 9 with a smile.

"Right, let's get started." I say pulling out my phone and opening the recording app.

"I'm here with Matthew Emam and Oliver Meyers from Killarney Secondary school. Emam you scored the winning goal tonight, how do you feel?"

"Fan-fucking-tastic."

"Language", Marcel interrupts but Emam keeps going, "we should have sent them back to their school crying but I'll take the small victory today." Emam finishes.

I like this kid.

I nod. "It was an impressive goal with you only being in grade 9. Do you imagine yourself to go far in hockey?" I ask.

"Absolutely. I'm the best there is." A couple of the guys laugh at this kid's boldness but none of them put him down.

"Watch out NHL." I say smiling.

"Oliver Meyers." I turn to Oliver.

"What did you think about the game?" I say finally meeting his eyes.