My phone blared and then my door was banged open, Carmin on the other side her huge hockey bag hanging off her shoulder.
"If you're not ready in 15 minutes, I'm calling the team to wake you up." She threatened.
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I pulled into the parking lot and then hauled my bag from the back of my Jeep, then followed Carmin through the maze of hallways.
"Coming in!" She yelled.
I stuck my other headphone in and followed her, I stripped immediately out of my sweats then searched my bag for my dry fit gear, pulling it on then my gear, finally tying my skates.
"Come on, stop being anti social." Matt nudged my shoulders then took my headphones.
Carmin's jaw dropped and my eyes narrowed.
"Never touch my music, ever. Unless you want to become a girl, or mute understand?" I asked coldly.
"Mhm." He squeaked.
I smiled, then walked past him going in the direction of what I hoped was the ice, finding it successfully. I glided out, starting warm ups and lapping Carmin multiple times.
"Ok superstar you can stop now." She laughed.
I stuck out my tongue and stole the puck from her, passing it between my feet multiple times before slapshooting it into the net.
"I bet you can't do that with someone blocking you." Gave said, his smile taunting.
"Bring it on Captain." I replied, retrieving the puck.
I faced him and skated forward, passing the puck behind me a few times then skated around him, finding the net once again.
"Was that good enough?" I asked.
"Gabe just got screwed over." Matt laughed, taking the puck from the net.
"Way to crush the guys dreams Rayber." Carmin laughed.
"Stop calling me that!" I exclaimed.
"Your accent is funny when you get annoyed." Gabe laughed.
"Says Mr Swedish." I shot back. "I'm Canadian."
"So you can speak French right?" Ryan asked.
"Oui, je parle en français et en anglais." I replied fluently.
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"Raiyne, dance with me." Carmin said, turning up the music.
"Carber, I really don't want to." I replied.
She threw her pads at me and I coughed, tossing them back as the stench choked me.
"God, do you wash those things?" I asked.
"Uh, no. They are lucky." She replied.
"They are gonna kill someone."
She rolled her eyes and shoved everything into a bag, taking my keys.
"What are you making me for breakfast?"
"Absolutely nothing." I told her.
She sighed, then turned to the group.
"Team breakfast at my house, Raiyne is making breakfast."
"No I'm not!" I half yelled.
"Too late." She smirked.
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I dumped the bags of McDonalds breakfast and bottles of apple juice and orange juice on the table top, glaring at a smirking Carmin.
"Breakfast is ready." I mumbled, taking a sausage McMuffin and ducking into the living room.
"So Raiyne, do you always leave clothes out?" Paul asked.
A t-shirt and bra hung from the banister and my face went red.
"It's laundry day." I blurted, going back to eating.
"How about the pictures?" Matt asked.
"I love photography, I modelled for my friend." I said, finishing.
"Sports?"
"Baseball, hockey, lacrosse, football." I listed, gathering my clothes from everywhere and tossing them in a basket.
"Is that a jersey?" Gabe asked, pulling it from the pile.
"Yup." I said, snatching it back.
"92?" He asked.
"Mhm, I heard he was a nice person." I said.
"Is he?"
"Dunno, haven't talked to him much." I mumbled, escaping to the laundry room.
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I dodged the living room and got halfway up the stairs, my clean basket on my hip and my shorts riding low. My other clothes on the last cycle of drying.
"Raiyne! Come here!" Carmin called.
"One minute!" I yelled back.
"No, now!"
I groaned, placed my basket infront of me and peaked into the living room. Videos were playing on the screen and I almost dumped all my clothes.
"Where did you find these?" I asked, searching for the remote.
"In your room."
"Why were you in my room! Carmin I thought I burned these!" I exclaimed, finally pressing the button to eject the DVD.
"Hey!" The guys yelled.
"No!" I responded, putting it in with my clothes and disappearing.
Maybe hanging out with all these guys would be a problem, I mean. They already know my darkest secret, and I was scared as hell.
