Just My Puck // Harry Styles

Chapter 5

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''- sucked. All of them.'' Luke said shaking his head on the way to school.

I groaned and leaned my head against the window. He's been complaining about how how the first hockey tryout went ever since they began two days ago.

Harry shrugged from the driver's seat. ''Ethan wasn't so bad, I think he improved a lot.''

Luke rolled his eyes, ''So that makes us, one decent player, and the rest of the team is - '' He began saying before I cut him off. 

''Would you please stop complaining already? They're your teammates, if you don't think they're good then practice more. It's literally not that hard to do.''

Luke and Harry shot each other a quick glance before Harry mumbled, ''Looks like it someone's time of the month.''

I rolled my eyes and kicked his seat. ''I can hear you. And for your information, it's not my time of the month. I'm just sick of hearing you both complain all of the time and bringing down your teammates. You're in this whole thing with them. You need to do some team bonding or something. Maybe that's your problem.''

They were quiet for a moment as if they were considering what I had said, but then they began laughing. ''Look how cute, she wants us to do some team bonding.'' Harry chuckled out.

I scoffed, ''Fine, lose all of your games. What do I care?''

''We won't lose, we play one of the easiest teams next week in a scrimmage.'' Luke replied as Harry pulled into the school parking lot.

''That's probably what they've been saying about your team.'' I stated before I got out and began making my way inside.

''Seriously, what's her problem?'' I heard Harry ask quietly to Luke. Though, it wasn't that quiet seeing as I heard him.

''I don't know, I think she's getting her boot taken off today. I thought she'd be happy.'' Luke answered him in a confused tone.

I rolled my eyes and picked up my pace as I headed inside, not in the mood to listen to them talk about me as if I wasn't right there.

It's true, the gosh awful boot was finally going to be gone. I got a call from my doctor yesterday who was checking in to see how my foot was, and from what I told him he decided it would be a pretty good bet that I didn't need it anymore.

Of course I was relieved that I didn't need the boot anymore, but I was also scared because it meant that I finally had to face reality. The boot gave me an excuse for not being able to skate, but now that choice was going to be up to me personally, not up to some doctor. Part of me never wanted to skate ever again, but part of me missed it as well and I didn't know if I could trust myself on the rink again. I couldn't make myself vulnerable again like I did with him.