A janiel story (high school)

Chapter 1

Daniels point of view

"Three laps! Now!"  Coach shouts, obviously finding amusement in us running endless laps around the field. Underneath my breath I mutter a fuck you, and begin jogging around the familiar football field. Troye sprints past me, trying to encourage me to finish the laps so coach can tell us the surprise she promised.

"Listen here! Tomorrow you are to go to the ice haus at exactly 3:30! Wear hockey skates! You'll spend 3 hours every other day at the ice haus for the next 5 months. You'll be taught by the Bears high school team, they're the best of the best, right next to college, so don't do anything stupid!" Coach shouts at us, saliva spraying everywhere and on everything.

Sawyer quietly raised his hand to ask a question. "Why every other day?" I didn't really care or want to know why, and I didn't think anyone else really cared why we only went every other day.

"Good question! When you guys aren't at the ice rink, you'll be here practicing like you normally do but the hockey team will be joining us... Something about gaining more upper body strength. Any more questions?"

No one says anything. Coach speaks up again. "Ok then! Practice is over!"  We all scramble to get to our cars and go home for the day. 

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"Yo! My cars got a flat, can I get a ride?" Sawyer asks.
"Sure, just don't make a mess." I really don't want to have to clean up after sawyer again, especially after what happened last time. Let's just say I'm never letting him drive my car to a date again.
As we pull up to the ice haus I spot a group of guys with huge bags and large sticks walk in. The hockey players. I've never noticed how muscular hockey players are, with their broad shoulders and muscular arms.

"Dude! You gonna get outta the car? We're already late!"
"Yeah, yeah, sorry." I mumble, not realizing I had gotten lost in my thoughts thinking about hot hockey players.

We walk inside the building and go up to the front where our skates are already setting.
After an excruciating 10 minutes of trying to tie the skates tight enough that they didn't hurt, this man wearing full hockey gear walked over to us.
"I thought coach said you play football. The names Connor." He then knelt down and began to tie the skates like it wasn't hard for him to do. I guess it wasn't apparently.

"I'm Daniel, and this is sawyer." I point over to sawyer, who's setting next to me.

I look up to see the rest of the hockey team walk, or should I say waddle out of the locker room. It wasn't a bad or obnoxious waddle, it looked more normal, like it came naturally to them, which in this case it did.

"Come on! Coach is gonna make us do suicides if you don't hurry up!" Someone from the crowd of boys shouts at Connor.
"Gotta go. See you guys soon!" Connor joins in with the crowd of players, them slapping his back as he steps onto the ice. 

The coach of the hockey team steps off the ice and starts walking towards the rest of the football team and I. "Hi! I'm Matthew. You guys are the football team huh? Then you guys are used to being the best at your school probably. Well I got news for ya! These guys over here on my team are waaayy better at this kind of stuff than you'll ever be!" Everyone flinches at the tone Matthew used.

"Naw! I'm just messing with y'all! I'm here to assign your partner that you'll be skating with. So follow me!" Daniel walks off towards the ice rink.
The hockey players are making laps around the rink, skating so quickly that it hurts my eyes to follow them.
"Y'all can skate faster than that! 20 suicides! Go!" They then start to do something that looks so dangerous I can definitely see why their called suicides. They skate really quickly and then suddenly stop at one end of the rink. The way they move is almost unexplainable; when they stop for each suicide they turn sideways and tilt both feet so that it shaves up layers of the ice, turning it to a snow like substance. I can't imagine ever learning to skate like that, without being scared to fall and break something.