Truthbreaker (2) -Charlie Conway

Hendrix?

Lyla Mitchell's POV

After our practice, I got out of the dressing room to see Fulton, Jesse, and Guy looking suspicious by the Zamboni. I wondered what they were doing, so I put down my bag and snuck up behind the three.

"What are you doing." I say startling them terribly as Jesse screamed like a girl. I bursted out laughing as Jesse smacked me over and over again. He finally calmed down as he spoke up.

"We are stealing the Zamboni and taking it for a spin, wanna come?" He asked as i chuckled at their foolish plan. I was never one to back down from something this fun, so I agreed.

We snuck onto the Zamboni, me beside all the controls. I saw a button off to the side, and curiosity got the better of me.

"Hey what does this button do?" I asked as I pressed it.

"No don't!-"

All of a sudden, we went speeding forward, crashing through the boards and stopped on to the ice, right in front of— coach. Oh crap.

"Um, now I know what that button does."

"That was awesome!" Guy exclaimed as each of us high fived each other. We made sure we were all ok, then the other three noticed Bombay was standing there with annoyance plastered on his face, as miss Mackay stared with confusion.

"Sorry." Fulton said, lifting his hands in the air as Guy and Jesse apologized too.

"We're okay." I managed to say, trying reassuring the two adults as the boys snickered.

——*•+..+•*——

Groans and grunts could be heard from everywhere in the rink as the ducks and recruits were all tied together, barely letting out any room to breath or move.

"This is more crowded than a truckload of goats."

"Somebody better watch their hands."

"I second that."

"Yeah, someone licked me!"

"Oh, I smell something." Adam said as everybody 'ewwed' at the stench wafting in the air. I gagged silently and yelled in unison with the ducks, "Goldberg!"

"It wasn't me!" He grumbled, clearly fed up with all the accusations involving his smell.

"No, it was me!" Dean said and lifted his arms in the air, my head being directly under the smelly pits. I coughed and gagged as I tried to pull his arms down, also accompanied by groans by my teammates. Thank fully, the whistle blew and dean put his arms down, and I turned my direction to Bombay.

"I don't know how to make this any clearer. You are a team. And to win this thing, you have to work as one. Now as one, skate." He said as we looked around in confusion. We suddenly all understood what to do, but we were terrible at it. The second we started skating, we all tumbled down on the ground, a dog pile being formed on me as I was squished on the cold ice.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Get off me, guys! Watch the arm!" I yelled as my scream was muffled, due to the sweaty and heavy hockey players on top of me. They quickly got off one by one, till I could finally catch my breath. Bombay spoke up.

"Everyone goes their own way, everyone falls down. Now get up and try again." He said as we were retied.

I was squished in between Fulton and dean, as dean spoke up.

"All right, all of you move to your right, now." He yelled as I followed reluctantly. All of a sudden, Fulton piped up.

"Who made you boss? Everyone to the left." He said as he dragged me over to his side. As expected, everyone lost their balance, falling over again. I winced, waiting for the impact of Dean to come toppling down on me, but it never came. I opened my eyes and stared down at my teammates, who were sprawled all over the ice. I sighed in relief and chuckled.