Her Goon// Dean Portman// Book 1

Stupid Iceland

Practice's were different. Fun, but different. We had to do weird conditioning and more basic things. Coach said it would help us.

Sometimes practice wouldn't even be on ice, but in the workout room. Those were the worst practices.

We had just got done with another workout practice. Everyone was all showered and we were heading out. We were gonna go get lunch.

"Hey princess." Dean came up to me as I was getting my things together."

"Hi Deany." I smiled.

"You ready for this awesome lunch?" He asked.

"Mhm. I'm starving." I said laughing.

•••

"Where's Banks?" Dwayne said. His arm around Kenny. News had broke out to the team about them. Apparently someone overheard a conversation with them and saw them kiss. I don't know who, but everyone on the team seems to be fine with their relationship.

"There he is!" Charlie pointed. Adam didn't look like himself though. He looked sad.

"What's wrong Adam?" Jesse asked as he walked up to us.

"I can't play no more." He said his head hanging low.

"What do you mean?" Goldberg said.

"You know how that Iceland guy hit my wrist? Well it's injured. I tried to keep it a secret, but coach caught me." Adam said his voice broke.

"How long do you think you'll be out for?" Guy asked.

"I don't know. All I know is that I can't play anymore. For awhile." We all looked at each other. We didn't know what to do. Adam was one of our best players. And now he can't play. Just like that.

•••

We were at lunch at subway. It wasn't as fun as we thought it would be. Adam was in a terrible mood. I could tell he was trying not to cry.

A little conversation would start up once in awhile. But nothing really made anyone that happy. We kinda ate in an awkward silence.

•••

"What do you think we'll do without Banksie?" Fulton asked. Julie and I were in Dean and Fulton's room again. I think I'm in here more then my own room.

"I don't know man. I mean Adam's one of our best players." Dean said.

"Do you think someone will replace him?" I asked

"Maybe, I mean I don't know how coach is gonna find someone that quickly." Julie said. I agreed with her words. But still is coach gonna replace Adam?

•••

We were winning against Russia, 2-1. My question was answered. Apparently Charlie got Russ to agree to play for us. Coach said it was fine too. He's a pretty good player as well.

"Over here, over here. Give me the puck!" Russ yelled to me. I got the puck over to him. A clear shot.

"It's knuckle puck time." He got in position and shot it. Making it into the net.

•••

"I told him no visitors, but he wanted to congratulate you anyway." Coach said as Wayne Gretzky walked in.

"Oh my word." I said in disbelief. We all huddled around him in excitement.

"It's the great one!" Charlie said

"Wayne's fine." He said. We all laughed. We ended getting a photo together. And let me just say. This is one of the coolest days of my life.

•••

"Why are we not in our gear?" I asked Dean.

"Beats me." He said. We had our skates on but no gear. Coach said we wouldn't need it.

"Coach, shouldn't we have our hockey gear on?" Luis asked as we came to a stop.

"Guys, this is our last team practice, which means-"

"The return of captain blood." Averman said, making us laugh.

"No. It's means let's have some fun." He said getting out a beach ball. We all skated after it, kicking it with our foot or hitting it.

Averman then got the ball throwing it up and hitting it. We all came to a stop seeing what was in front of us. Iceland team.

Stanson picked it it up and squeezed it. Making it run out of air. They then skated up to us. "Playtime is over. We have the ice now. You and your little rink rats must leave." He said

"We're right here Coach." Dean said, reassuring him.

"The only thing little was your career in the pros." Making me laugh.

"Gordon, no, let's go." Mrs McKay said.

"Well, at least I had a shot. I was there." He fired back.

"You were a disgrace. All right, team, we're out of here. Let's go I said! Come on!" Coach said.

"Can you still move on the ice? Well, please, play a little with me. Show me the famous triple deke your daddy taught you. Or was it that old geezer over there?" We all turned our head to Hans. I furrowed my eyebrows getting mad.

He threw a stick to coach. Coach looked at it. Almost making up his mind.

"Three bar, first one to hit both posts and the crossbar have to take it out past the blue line."

"I know the game." Stanson cut him off.

They got in position. Stanson getting the puck making coach back up. We all cheered for coach. But Stanson rammed into him knocking him over. He then hit the red post. We all complained. I sighed in frustration.

They went at it again, Coach hanging onto Stanson. He then hit it through his legs, hitting the post. We cheered.

They went again. This time mostly knocking each other over just to not get the puck. But then Coach got the puck. He hit the bar. Making us cheer.

"One more post and you go home crying. By the way Stanson you owe me a beach ball." Coach said. Stanson then got mad and hit his stick against Coaches knee, his bad one.  We all skated over to coach. Making sure he was okey.

"It's alright." Coach said getting up.

"Get your coach off the ice. We have to practice now." Stanson said smugly.

Yayyy I posted! Sad thing is this book is almost over:/. Don't worry. Dean is going to Eden Hall. Hope you like this chapter even though it's kinda all over the place. -cat