Truthbreaker (2) -Charlie Conway

I'm back, baby

Charlie Conway's POV

Today was our big game against Germany, and if we lost, we were out of the tournament and back to freezing Minnesota. No offence, but, if I had a choice to pick one place to live, I would pick California.

We were all chattering and talking before the game, awaiting on coach Bombay, wherever he was. I secretly hoped he was just fashionably late, but as mr tibbles approached the bench, my hopes were made even slimmer.

"Hey team! We're gonna be great today, right?" He said with enthusiasm. "Where's Gordon?"

"You tell us." Luis responded as mr tibbles face turned from excitement to worry. He mumbled under his breath as the ref skated up to our bench, in an unhappy mood.

"Team USA, I'm sorry, but without a coach behind the bench, you'll forfeit the game." He informed, causing an uproar to rise through the group. I was annoyed at the ref for providing this useless and bad information, but I was also annoyed at Bombay for being the cause of the un welcomed information. Is he truly gonna be the cause of our teams downfall?

My face contorted to a frown, but a sudden idea shot through my head. Without thinking I skated in front of the group.

"We have one!" I say as i quickly scanned the stands, just in time to lay my eyes on miss Mackay, about to walk back to her seat. I frantically yelled, "miss Mackay!"

She noticed my call and turned to look at me as I skated up to the plexiglass Dividing us. She seemed a bit confused but none the less a bit bubbly.

"Hey, Charlie. What's up?" She said.

"You have to pretend you're a coach or we forfeit the game." I say wasting no time in informing her of our ordeal. She seemed taken aback by my request as she scoffed lightly.

"Where coach Bombay?" She said, making me a bit annoyed.

"Pretend or we're out of the tournament." I repeat, hoping that she got the memo. The ref skated up to us with impatience lingering on his face, awaiting my solution. I hastily looked at him and tried to muster my best totally-not-lying voice.

"Here she is, our coach; coach Mackay." I presented as the ref looked at her. something seemed to have clicked in her, because she suddenly stood up, peering above the plexiglass with fire in her eyes.

"What are you waitin' for, the ice to freeze? Let's play!" She yells in an intimidating voice, seemingly convincing the ref as he nodded and skated back the the box. Cheers erupted from my team members as miss Mackay returned to our bench.

I was so glad that I was actually able to make that scenario work, and I received pats on the back from my teammates as I skated back to the bench. We were still in this!

I saw Lyla skated up to me from the corner of my eye as we sorted out our positions.

"Some smart thinking you've got there, Conway." She says with a short smile, making me scoff.

"Eh, nothing to it." I shrug off, avoiding her eyes a bit. I don't know why it seemed impossible to me, but it was like her eyes would turn me to stone, and I'd rather not be frozen in place today.

She only shortly chuckled, "come on, we're starting." She says as I follow reluctantly, hoping that after this game we'd be winners.

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Lyla Mitchell's POV

Halfway through the third period, it was 2-2, and despite having a makeshift coach, we were actually doing pretty good. I managed to score a goal, and my shoulder hasn't been bugging me at all this game, giving me a sense of hope. Miss Mackay seemed to be doing a good job at coaching, and in this short time, she managed to make hockey feel a bit better to me than before.