I hate him... but damn

Matt~1

"fuck I'm bouta be late," I say into my phone.

"well hurry here you till got about 15 minutes till we start practicing," Nick says from the other line

"Nick it takes me 10 to walk there-"

 "then I suppose you run" He cuts me off

"And it takes me about 5 to get my gear and everything on"

"You don't have your gear on!? Oh my fucking god Matt you idiot." 

"Hey be happy I'm coming I could've stayed my sick-ass home but noo~ I had to come to the game even though I'm sick." 

"Whatever. Please tell me you're almost here." 

"Yes, Nick I'm almost there, 1 more minute." Nick scoffs in response

"Okay, I'm in the changing room right now. I don't have to change into my jersey since I already have it on so that should save me enough time to throw on my gear" 

"alright well hurry." He says. I set my phone on the bench and quickly unpack my bag. It takes me 5 minutes to put on all my gear leaving me 3 more minutes to get my ass out to the ice. 

"Aw shit, Matt" Nick says over the line. 

"What?" I say in somewhat concern 

"Well, you won't like this much but-"

"go on" I cut him off

He sighs "We're playing against Chris's team..."

"Oh my fucking god I'm officially killing myself tonight."

"Look do you mind telling me what it is between you guys that is causing y'all to hate each other so much that you have to body-check each other literally every game we've had against his team?" Nick asks

"Nope, no time," I say now behind him and hanging up on the phone.

"Alight whatever," he says putting the phone into his lunch bag he brought.

"So whatcha got in there today?" I ask pointing over at his lunch bag 

"A-" He pauses to grab whatever he was getting out of the lunch bag.

"Granola bar," He says pulling it out and waving it into my face 

"well... many granola bars actually," He says looking over at the lunch bag.

"Take one if you'd like," He says nudging the bag to me.

"Thanks, how kind of you," I say and grab one for myself. 

"Yeah, yeah" He responds and grabs his hockey stick and helmet.

"We better get out there before they start without us," I say

"Good Idea" 

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The game's starting. I'm center for my team and you can probably guess who's center on the opposing team with how my luck has been so far. Yep... Chris is the center for the Hawks.

Nate is holding The puck just above me and Chris. And boom... the puck has been dropped and I'm off. I get the puck and pass it to Sam who passes it to Corey who gets us our first goal. 

"Fuck yeah!" I cheer.  We all huddle together and give each other high-fives.

"I wouldn't be cheerin' if I were you, Sturniolo. you wont stay in the lead for long" Chris mutters. 

"Fuck off Owen"  I snarl back. He chuckles in amusement as he goes back to his spot on the ice. 

"Good pass Matt" Sam says and pats my back