ICE SKATES // ADAM BANKS

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

we skate towards the goal and begin shooting pucks at goldberg, trying to help him improve on his puck blocking skills.

"cmon l/n, atta girl!" bombay claps, walking past me, i couldn't help but get a sense of deja vu wash over me as coach reilly always used to say that to me.

"banks, show me something, that's it!" coach says, "good! good!"

i shoot a puck and end up head shotting goldberg by accident, the boy falls to the ground and we all crowd around him.

"gee, goldie, you alright?" i wince, looking down at the boy who was smiling dazing almost cross eyed.

"i'd like some falafels please" the boy hiccups, i turn to coach who laughs slightly.

"alright i think that's enough of that today, cmon goldberg let's go" coach grins, helping the boy up, averman helping coach pull goldberg to the rooms.

"he's fine" julie shrugs, looking at the three in front of us, "cmon let's get ready"

"so.." connie begins, "how are you and banks"

"haven't talked since the other night, why?"

"well, i think it might be best you talk to him" connie shrugs.

"reason being?"

"you've been moping around all miserable in our dorm room whilst watching labyrinth" julie cuts in, taking off her jersey as we get ready.

"it's a good movie" i mumble, kicking off my skates after untying them.

"it's also the movie you always used to watch with adam" connie points out causing me to sigh.

"big deal" i shrug, taking off my pads in the process.

"exactly, it is a big deal, you don't have to talk to him right this second but you need to do it eventually" julie says, heading to the showers with clothes in her hands, "think about it"

i slump into my bench against my locker and sigh, memories of how adam and i have been this whole tournament flashing through my mind.

they were right.

i get up and grab my clothes also heading for the showers, going into the cubicle i begin washing off all the sweat, putting shampoo and conditioner in my hair before putting my mango body wash all over me, deep in thought.

of course i was thinking for so long i heard everyone leaving the locker room.

"banks, l/n, let's go!" dean yells from outside the shower room, i turn off the shower and dry my body with a towel before getting into my clothes.

"coming, i'll be right there" adam responds, i let out a sigh as i use the towel to dry my hair before stepping out, i put my hockey gear up in my section and put it away neatly, i begin tying my converse and stand up hearing a wince.

i poke my head out to see adam looking around sceptically before examining his wrist and turning it, a bandage in his hand.

"you're doing it wrong" i tell the boy, i notice him jolt in his seat slightly.

"y/n" adam exclaims, looking up at me, "you scared me"

"clearly, what are you doing, adam?"

"it's nothing really, i'm just practicing?"

"who are you trying to convince, me or yourself? because that sounded like a question more then anything"

"y/n/n just leave it"

"let me see"

the boy hesitates before pulling out a stall and putting it in front of him for me to sit on, i mumble a small thanks before reaching out for his wrist to which he pulls back.