Alaska | Adam Banks

finals

CHAPTER FOURTEEN | FINALS

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"You did what!?" Connie burst out. 

I had told the girls what happened on the walk after I came back drenched and they probably would have interrogated me anyway. 

"I kissed him," I mumbled, looking anywhere but her face. 

"Augustine, do you have any idea how great this is?" She seemed to be radiating excitement at this point. 

"Nope," I said sarcastically. 

"Oh Julie, Guy and Charlie owe us money!" Connie was now spinning in circles. 

"You bet on us?" I finally looked up at her in disbelief. 

"I mean, yeah," Julie piped up. "I think like half the team did. Coach Bombay and Ms. McKay too. They didn't bet any money though."

"Thats- that's not supposed to be a casual thing! The fact that all of you bet is crazy."

"Anyway, back to the topic of Adam..." Connie started.

"Nope, we are not having this conversation, good night."

"But you like him, and now you kissed him!"

"Good night, Constance Moreau!"

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As the team huddled in the locker room, all getting our gear on for the biggest game of our entire lives, I noticed Adam was missing. I was going to tell Coach when said boy rushed into the locker room, sling-free and had all his hockey gear. 

"Coach!" He called. "I woke up, and the pain was gone."

We all watched as he rotated his stick with his wrist effortlessly, cheering as he looked back up at Coach. He smiled at Adam before looking at him sadly. 

"I'm sorry, Adam, but we already have a full roster," Bombay said, causing Adam to look down at the floor in defeat. All he wanted to do was play hockey. 

Russ, who stood a few people over from me, began to take off his jersey, only to have Charlie stop him. 

"He can have my spot," Charlie said, walking over to where Adam and Coach Bombay stood. "It's what I can do for the team."

As Adam and Charlie patted each other on the shoulders, Coach spoke. 

"Charlie, I'm going to need you on the bench, coaching. Right there with me."

He nodded as Adam walked away from their conversation to his locker. Smiling at the happy boy, I came up behind him and slung an arm around his shoulders. 

"Ready to kick Icelandic butt?" I asked him. 

"Especially yours." He chuckled.

"Ha ha," I said sarcastically. "You would never." 

"Says who?" 

"Uh, says the person who will personally throw my helmet at you if you do." I threatened. 

Adam raised his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright."

"That's what I thought."

"Come on, lovebirds! We've got a game to play!"

Both of us turned to see Averman looking at us with the biggest grin ever. I didn't know about Adam, but I was blushing so noticeably that it only made Averman's smile wider.