Flyers Baby (NHL)

Chapter 6: French

"Wake up."

My shoulder got shaken and I curled deeper into the covers.

"Wake up."

I got whacked with a pillow.

"Wake the fuck up."

The covers were tossed from my body and ice water was dumped onto my head. I sputtered for air, my teeth chattering and goosebumps raising on my arms.

"Tu est stupide est méchant!" I spit out, tossing a pillow at Adam.

"What did you just say?" He asked.

"Tu ne parle pas en français?"

"What?"

I smirked, grabbing a towel and heading for the shower.

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"I figured out what you said!" Adam exclaimed, glaring down at his phone.

"Google translate?" I asked, reclining in a chair after tying my skates.

"A little help from the brothers." He added. "I am stupid and mean. Was the first one. The second was, you don't speak french?"

"Trés biens." I laughed.

Puzzled looks crossed faces and I simplified it to English.

"Very good."

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"Je ne comprends pas!" I yelled at the book infront of me, multiple people looking over.

"English, so the rest of us can understand." Luke laughed.

"Je suis trés fâché!"

"NATASHA!" Brayden yelled.

"I'm mad cause I don't understand." I translated, slamming the book shut.

"What is it?"

"Medical terminology."

"Yup, I'm lost as well." Luke and Tye both nodded, shoving my hockey gear at me.

"Now do what you're good at." Tye smiled.

"Yes Mr Mcginn." I laughed.

"Damn right." He laughed.

"I need this washed." I choked, holding my bag as far away as possible.

"Suck it up baby." Brayden laughed.

"I'm gonna kick your ass." I replied.

"Only if you can catch me." He winked.

I dressed quickly, then tied my skates heading for the ice. I glided out finding Brayden easily and knocking him down the ice.

"Looks like I can catch you." I shrugged, biting my mouth guard.

"You suck." He laughed.

"Awe Schenner you're ok." I laughed.

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"I need a massage." I said, stretching out as I took off my gear and my sweaty clothing not thinking twice.

"Damn." Adam mumbled.

"What?" I asked, checking if I had dirt or ice on me.

"Uh, your solid six pack." He laughed.

"I dunno what you're talking about." I shook my head, taking off my leggings as well.

"What's up with the staring?" I asked.