Truthbreaker (2) -Charlie Conway

Opportunities

Lyla Mitchell's POV

After a while, we finally landed in Los Angeles. This is it. I thought happily as we walked together in a group to the rink. This is my time to shine.

"This is crazy." I whisper to no one I particular as the smile on my face widens. I continued waving to random people as we kept our stride to the entrance. along with their smile,  interested faces, and exciting gazes, I also felt a different gaze on the back of my head. This time, I didn't ignore it. I veered my head around to face the eyes, and I was met with green ones. Charlie's eyes. He smirked Cooly as I quickly turned back around, still confused and demented by the interaction on the plane. If I could only go one day without meeting his annoying gaze, I would die a happy women.

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"Tonight's game matches the second seeded team USA against the tenth seeded team Trinidad Tobago. This marks the first game for team USA in this double elimination, winner-take-all tournament." The announcer said as I took the puck up the ice, feeling the smooth surface break in against my sharp blades. "Gordon Bombay looks to have his team well in control here. They lead 6 to nothing."

I sped down to the other teams end, practically flying. Adam was on my right as I faked left, and passed to him. We did our signature move, a crowd favourite. I could here the fans screaming their hearts out as I passed to Adam, who quickly passed back to me. I shot it bar down as the goalie was still focused on Adam.

The siren went off as I raised my arms in victory and cheered, accompanied by the rest of my team on the ice. Me and Adam hit our sticks together in celebration, something we did a lot. Our little thing.

"And there's the star of tonight, at it again, Lyla Mitchell! Scoring her 4th goal of the night! She is currently in first for most goals of the tournament, closely being followed by the Iceland player, Gunnar Stahl. She has the magic!" The announcer explained as I skated to my cheering bench, taking a break. This is exactly what I meant about showing the world what I could do, and I wasn't even close to being finished.

I slugged some water while being congratulated by my teammates, when a voice in the stands spoke up behind me and Jesse, who was standing beside me.

"Yeah, high five some more. Man, my little brother could score on these guys." I looked up to see a chubby kids with a backwards cap dissing Jesse. I chuckled a bit as Jesse got annoyed.

"Then why don't you go bother him, then." Jesse retorted, getting restless as the boy across the glass snickered.

"Ha ha! I ain't even got a little brother!" He said. I looked to see Jesse, smoke practically steaming from his ears. Just as he was about to speak up, I stopped him.

"Hey, Jesse! Quit gabbin' and get out on the ice! Get a goal and show this punk what's up." I say as Jesse nods his head and jumps over the bench. I thought the little bit of torment would end here, but it didn't.

"Oh, damn your Lyla Mitchell? Nice goals hot stuff, but I could do better." He said, sitting high and mighty on his pretend throne. I snorted and kicked him off of it.

"Oh really, champ? Why don't you come here and show me?" I say in a sarcastically sweet voice, causing him to look a bit alarmed.

"Uh- you know, I tore my shoulder, uh, cheering. Yeah. I better go." He said before Speeding off to the other side of the stands. I chuckled and turned my attention back to the game, getting ready to go on.