get pucked - l.h.

15

"Was that dude pucked or what?" Daniel laughed as they all sat around the diner.

"No kidding!" Calum laughed. "I was hoping someone would deck that kid in the face. He was an asshole."

"Leave it to Jude," Ashton chuckled.

"That's what people get for being an idiot!" Michael agreed.

"Can you tell me exactly what pucked is?" Harry asked confused.

"It's this term that someone made up because someone was underestimating Jude's hockey skills," Rett explained.

"It was you!" Calum laughed, making everyone else laugh.

"Right," he chuckled.

"It's dumb," Jude leaned to Harry who was on her right.

"It is," Daniel agreed. "But it stuck and it's too late to change it now."

Everyone continued eating there food which caused a moment of silence. The whole team came to the diner. It was a tradition, win or lose. Everyone would come to celebrate such a good game and have a good time. It was Jude's favorite part about being on a team. While Harry and Daniel sat at the end of the table, Jude turned her attention towards Luke.

"Alright, my ego is gone," she spoke up. He looked up at her with a confused look, but still had a small smile tugging at his lips. "I guess I should thank you for coaching me."

"Wow," Luke raised his eyebrows. "Can I get that in writing?"

"Don't push it," Jude tried not to smile too big. She really couldn't help it though.

"You played really well today, though," Luke assured her. He had his usual emotionless tone but there was something about the way that he said his words that made her feel as though he really meant it.

"Thanks," she blushed and he kept looking at her. She didn't look him in the eye but he was, for some reason, taking in her features.

"Have you talked to Harry at all?" Luke finally spoke again, quieter this time. He shot a glance over to the boy who sat next to Jude. He was too distracted talking to Daniel to have heard Luke mention his name.

"No, not really."

"You should. I could be wrong, but he might seem to be into you."

"Yeah right," Jude scoffed. Let's hope not, was what she was really thinking.

"Why wouldn't he?"

"Because he knew me when I was thirteen."

Luke found what she said funny and shrugged. "So?"

"I just don't see anything really happening," she was trying to imply that the reason for nothing happening was because she didn't feel that way but Luke wouldn't have thought of that. He only saw her as being negative. "Besides, weren't you just saying he's an asshole?" Jude asked quietly with humor in her voice.

"That doesn't mean he's not into you," Luke argued.

"So you want me to go for him?"

"Yes?"

"You don't sound too sure."

"Why wouldn't you? If you like him?"

"Well I-"

"Attention!" Calum's voice called through out the diner. "I would like to make a toast!"

Everyone quieted down and gave Calum their attention.

"Now, not only did we kick ass tonight," he explained and everyone cheered. "But we got a bitchen' win!" Everyone cheered again and quieted down.

"Now," Calum continued. "Not that any of us made a bet or anything," he was interrupted by a few laughs from the team. "But I think this sets a record for the quickest knock out from our own Jude Thomas!"