First Face-Off

Chapter 1

First Chapter whoop whoop! :D It's just the beginning and yes is it a little rough so I apologize, once I get to a comfortable spot in this story, I may edit and work on improving it, but right now I just wanna get it out before I lose inspiration. Dedication because they wrote me a freaking amazing Granlund imagine awhile back and I still love it cause it's so cute and awesome.

Anyway, enjoy! :)

"Head up! Read those passes! Ugh this is a disaster!" A small, dark haired brunette screamed at the tv from where she was seated in front of it in a fold up chair. Throwing her hands up in disbelief and frustration, an upset expression raged across her facial features.

"No shit Sherlock, if his head would've been up, he would've seen that saucer pass and taken it all the way down!" Next to her, a boy of similar age growled with a scowl etched onto his sharp face and his blue eyes never left the screen as he analyzed the play unfolding in front of him.

"No really Josh? Tell me something I don't know." The girl snapped angrily.

"Granlund sucks." Josh answered with a wicked smirk plastered on his face. The girl ripped her attention from the game to the boy smirking smugly next to her, fire dancing in her brown eyes. Just as she opened her mouth to lash back with a statement of her own, another voice beat her to it.

"Dude Spurgeon should've just iced it right there." Another boy chimed into the unhappy conversation from somewhere behind the two as he leaned forward on the couch, arms leaning on his knees, eyes glued to the screen.

"Got that right Chanze. Or at least used the boards to get it outta there, now we're just a mess. Even you could do better than they are doin' right now Fuzzy." The girl commented without sparing a look to the boy who now shot her a disapproving glare.

"Don't call me that Kitten." 'Fuzzy' answered with a mocking tone and a haughty look on his face. The girl just simply threw him the bird without turning to look at him and there was a chorus of laughs from around the crowded room.

The 19 boys and the lone girl were scrunched into the room, all positioned around the large flat screen TV that was set up in the center of the room in a nice wooden cabinet. Among the packed in bodies, three tables were coated in chip bags, half empty bowls and bottles of Powerade and other sports drinks, most with the caps MIA and only half full. Paper and plastic plates littered the carpeted ground along with other plastic utensils.

"Come on Wild! I bet on you tonight!" Another male voice yelled at the screen and it earned a few chuckles.

"Really Justyn?" An amused voice questioned as one of the boys glanced at him with a raised eyebrow and taunting brown eyes.

"Shut up Derek." Justyn snapped, pouting before flicking his dark blond hair out of his green eyes so he could refocus on the game on the TV screen along with everyone else.

"CHECK HIM!" A few of the boys hollared as the opposing team flew down the ice and into Wild territory unchallenged.

"D you're doing it wrong! FUCKING BITCH TITS!" The girl yelled as the opposing team scored and shouts from the boys errupted shortly after.

"Fucking Stoner." Justyn mumbled angrily, snatching a bottle of Powerade from the table next to him and chugging it down before chucking the bottle somewhere behind him.

"Fuck you too man!" Justyn laughed at how upset Brett sounded just from being hit with an empty bottle.

"Shut up and grow a pair." Justyn laughed before a hollow thump rang throughout the room and he felt an item smack the back of his head.