Truthbreaker (2) -Charlie Conway

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Charlie Conway's POV

The Canada game went by painlessly. Though, I thought it would've at least let my mind wander away from the events a few hours ago, but it seemed to make it worse. All the empty and unused space in my head was slowly being filled lyla, and i couldn't take my eyes off her.

She seemed very intense and focused, and I felt sort of silly for making such a big deal out of the kiss. I mean, sure, we were enemies, but does she really not care about what happened?

No—I shouldn't care. It most likely meant nothing. And besides, I've got other things to deal with.

If Adam was going to play like this, I'll give him a taste of his own medicine.

I'll find a replacement. And I know exactly who.

——*•+..+•*——

"Coach, I know with banks out, we got a roster slot open." I said as I placed my hands on coaches desk. It took awhile, but I finally found our replacement player.

"Yeah?" Bombay asked.

"You know how I always told you I'd make a better coach than a player? I did some scouting for us." I said as I motioned towards the door of Bombay's office. "Come on in!"

Russ walked through the door with his skates dangling around his neck and possibly the widest smile I've ever seen. I wrapped my arm around his shoulder and presented him to coach.

"Russ Tyler. Coach Bombay." I introduced.

"Hiya, coach!" Russ exclaimed, and Bombay chuckled lightly.

"Russ Tyler, huh." He paused. " well, Russ, what can you do for the team?"

"You never heard of my knuckle puck?" Russ asked.

"Knuckle puck?"

——*•+..+•*——

Lyla Mitchell's POV

Thankfully, the past couple days have been painlessly enough. Coach was back, we were winning. Luis could stop. But, the negatives overweighted the positives, like how my childhood best friend suddenly has a crush on me, and now I don't know what to do. Or like how my mind has been swarming with thoughts of Charlie, to the point where they took their rightful place in the centre of my head.

And, maybe my heart. But I don't know.

I've decided to turn all my attention on hockey, for once at this god forsaken tournament. I focused on the scouts, and most importantly, my family. I haven't forgotten about my silent promise towards them.

I was getting dressed in the locker room, as we were in the semi finals, facing off against Russia, and I desperately wanted to win so I could get a second chance of beating Iceland.

I haven't talked to gunner once, and I'm convinced I messed up. By opening up to him, I set a target on my back for the whole tournament. But, I wasn't going down without a fight.

Just then, the door bursted open and in walked—Russ! What was he doing here?

"Avert your eyes, or take it all in dudes!" Russ said like he was a king. "Russ is back!"

"You were never here in the first place." Averman said as people chuckled.

"Love your enthusiasm, specks." Russ said as he walked over to my spot, throwing his bag down beside me.

"Yo, wassup, lion!" He said as we did our handshake he taught me at the basketball courts.

"Nothing much, Russ. What are you doing here?" I responded.