enchanted | a. banks

02

"let's go! come on in!" the ref yelled.

she watched mcgill go into the face off with guy, not even giving guy enough time to respond before passing it off, immediately shoving him. she sighed again, as much as she loved her team, she really did not enjoy being on it sometimes.

it was passed to banks and he shot it easily as goldberg was cowering on the rink.

she hit her stick down in frustration. how does this even happen?

banks skates towards jesse, knocking his helmet off, "that's one."

jesse tries to skate at him in anger while the ref holds him back.

quinn glares at the boy, that was obnoxious, number 9.

as she skates off the rink towards bombay she pulls her helmet off, shaking her head so her french braids can fly around.

feeling a hard gaze glued to her she looked around trying to find its source, until her eyes landed on number 9, he stared at her, mouth agape slightly, his eyes glowed for a moment.

never had he ever seen anyone as pretty as her.

ever since he first saw her he thought she was the prettiest girl in the world, her eyes were a gorgeous shade of light green, her hair was dark brown, her skin fair and freckled. she was gorgeous.

she examined him as he quickly looked away, his face a dark shade of red.

she had never really noticed him much before, but she did know he was good at hockey, real good.

but, now that she was looking at him while he was flustered, she noticed how pretty his eyes were, how soft his hair looked, how cute he looked while he was flustered over her....

she snapped her head to the other side, slapping her cheeks with her hands. her face was burning, she knew her ears and nose were bright red.

why in the world was she thinking about a good for nothing hawk like that?

she groaned putting her head in her hands in attempt to clear her brain.

another goal by the hawks.

another line change, she jumped over the wall quickly, looking back at her team as they lazily fell over it.

she sighed in frustration, larson and mcgill looking over at her, "hey, lawrence," mcgill said, she looked up.

"why are you on this sucky team?"

she looked down, her own question was quite similar. was it worth it? she's not getting better. she's not getting noticed. they're bringing her down. but......

she looked over at her friends as they smiled goofily at her.

shaking her head quickly she spat, "cause the kids on this team aren't complete douchebags."

they looked at each other then shrugged, "whatever, dude."

after the face-off, she had, without the help of her teammates, gotten the puck. she skated, using the precise skill she had with her edges, around every single hawk in her way, she knew banks was right behind her, but she was quicker than him.