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JULIET TIGHTLY WRAPPED HER ANKLE, sat on the bench between the lockers. She'd spent the last two days either practising or moping around her dorm, watching a shit-ton of movies and crying over ice cream. She knew she shouldn't be the one crying, Adam should be, he was heartbroken and it was portraying a whole lot in their dynamic-duo reputation from the Pee-Wee Championships. And without Bombay around, they just got away with drifting.
The Coach walked in as she tied up her laces, making sure it was tight on her bad food, for extra lumbar support around her ankle. "Alright, we ready for warmups?" He announced, walking in with an obnoxious amount of gel in his hair, and in a matching suit. Juliet's brows raised in concern, the rest of the team cheered and made comments as he passed.
"Nice jacket. Did you get two pairs of pants with that?" Averman leaned in, mocking Bombay for his new style, which was obviously for a publicity stunt.
Fulton walked up to Bombay, "Good night last night, coach?" He asked, sitting on the desk.
"Yeah, it was fine." Gordon mumbled.
"What did you do?" Dean questioned, adjusting his fingerless gloves. Jules looked up to see what they were up to as she pulled on her USA jersey over her padding, nibbling on her bottom lip.
He lied, shrugging as if he wasn't out on the town with one of the Iceland coaches, the team they were playing today. "Oh, I... just watched some TV, got to bed early."
"But not without a little dessert, right?" Portman tilted his head to the side, Bombay was confused, looking back at the large teenager who just nodded, walking away.
"Maybe, a little ice cream." Reed added, before following his friends out of the changing rooms.
Jules wondered what was going on, but she didn't chase them, finishing getting ready. She'd braided her hair and wrapped up her ankle, she just retrieved her helmet, water bottle, gloves and stick from her locker and headed out to the ice. As she walked out, she spotted Jack Simmons at the edge of the rink with some of his friends from their soccer game.
Jack smiled when she walked out, "Oh, hey." Jules recoiled, he went to pull her towards his friends. Uncomfortably, she went with it, almost tripping when he basically tugged her towards his friends, "This is Juliet, we had some fun last night. Didn't we?"
"Hey, leave her alone." A familiar voice came from behind them, it gave Jules a chance to slip out from under his arm, practically running onto the ice. Simmons glared at Adam before he went onto the ice, escaping the teenager. He caught up with Juliet, "What was that about?"
