Hanna looked at Jack with her eyebrows furrowed together. "What's a cake-eater?"
The boy, cake-eater, turned around and gave a small smile. Just then a group of boys started to come up to them.
"Talking to the competition, huh, Banks?" The boy that was called Goldberg asked.
"No it's- itsuh not..." Banks? Started.
Hanna rolled her eyes and started to walk away when Jack opened his big fat mouth.
"Competition? Please, you don't have anything on us," Jack commented.
Hanna turned around so quickly she didn't think it was humanly possible.
"Jack!" She stated in disbelief.
"What? Remember what Stryker said, we aren't here to make friends," Jack laughed walking away.
"Yeah but we aren't here to diss other teams either Jack," She called out to him. "Sorry about him," Hanna turned to the boys. "I am convinced he doesn't have his head on straight."
"Well you can do me a favor then," a sassy one about Hanna's height said. "Tell that Jack kid to get of his damn high horse."
"Jesse!" the boy, Banks?, said.
"Will do," Hanna laughed turning around. "And you can do me a favor then too!"
Just as Hanna was about to cuss him out Jett came to the rescue. Jett picked her up and threw her over his shoulder.
Jett looked at the boys. "Sorry if she is trying to pick fights with you, she doesn't have good people skills."
"Shut up, Jett and let me at um!" Hanna yelled kicking her legs.
"No can do sis," Jett said turning around and walking away. "You know for a tiny girl you sure have a strong kick."
"I know, and I could really put it to good use if you let me go over there and show that Jesse kid who he is messing with!" Hanna stated mad.
Jett held her until they got into the elevator and the doors shut, just to be safe.
"Do we have that conference now Jett?" Hanna asked.
"Yeah, dad is already there doing some interview or something without us," Jett replied.
Hanna just nodded her head and thought back to the incident that just happened. Dang, she thought about that one boy cake-eater? Banks? whatever he's called.
When the doors open they came face to face with the Iceland team, they were scarier in person. Jett grabbed Hanna's hand and pushed past them all.
"They are so tall Jett!" Hanna whisper yelled in a worried voice.
"Calm down Han," Jett laughed.
"Easy for you to say," she thought to herself.
When they got to the interview there were tons of professional looking people sitting in foldable chairs. Some were too peppy and some were monotonous.
Hanna noticed some shirtless teenage boys in the back holding a big canada flag and they all had red and white body paint all over them. She giggled at them as they cheered when she walked pass and called her name.
Jett was trying his best to keep his cool, but he was ticked off that boys were hitting on his baby sister right in front of him.
The press called out all at the same time and it gave Hanna a headache. They were asking Coach Malloy tons of questions about the plan for the season.
Stuff like what they did to prepare for the games and if they thought they would win or not.
Hanna started to doze off until she saw Team U.S.A. start to file in since they were going to be interviewed next.
She saw that boy, Banks, and smiled bit to herself but snapped out of it when cameras started snapping.
Canada was shoed off the stage and went back to reside at the hotel. "Practice is at 5," her dad called out as the got in the elevator. "I expect everyone to have done at least a mile jog before that." The elevator doors open and Coach called out "see you then."
Everyone groaned and went to their room while Hanna went to sit in the second floor lobby.
She pulled out a piece of paper from her pocket, the same one she wrote all her goals on 4 years ago.
First, make varsity.
Then, early acceptance into Boston college.
Then get drafted by the Bruins-
She was snapped out of her thoughts when the same group of boys she ran into before came stumbling down the hallway.
She couldn't help but stare at that Banks guy, "what the hell" she thought. "What am I doing."
Shaking her head she shoved the paper back into her pocket and leaned back into the chair.
"Well, well. So we meet again," Jesse, the kid who she was about to tell off just hours prior came up to her.
"Come on Jesse man, let's just go," another kid said.
"Shut it Averman," Jesse looked back to her.
"What do you want?" Hanna asked crossing her legs and resting them on the coffee table in front of her. "Because it you're looking for a fight you're searching in the wrong place."
Jesse rolled his eyes and Hanna stood up, happy to annoy him. She was only trying to get a rise out of him.
"Yeah whatever you say Miss Canada, but the next time you come for me like that and you don't have your team members to drag you away, then you're gonna get it," he threatens.
"You talk a whole lotta bull, but when we play you this week we will see who is really gonna get it," Hanna said sitting back down.
All of the Ducks scoffed and walked away after that, except one, Banks.
"Hey, I'm sorry about him, he's just trying to cause trouble," cake-eater said to her while sitting down on the chair next to her.
"You don't have to apologize for him," Hanna shrugged looking to him. "You're not responsible for his actions."
"I'm Adam Banks," he stuck his hand out for her to shake.
She stuck her hand out too, "I'm Hanna Malloy."
Hanna stood up getting ready to go back to her hotel room when Adam asked her something.
He pointed to the loose piece of paper in her pocket with one finger, "what's that?"
Hanna smiled and shook her head "nothing, absolutely nothing," she said although she meant quite the opposite.
