Just Pucking Around

Enter: Olivia Masdit

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A whole buttload of thanks to my amazing beta and best friend, @/strawberrydonut08, without whom this wouldn't be anything but keyboard smashing. And special thanks to one of her friends that gave me a few suggestions. Even though I didn't listen to all of them, I'm eternally grateful he took the time.

(If you see any grammar/spelling errors, let me know xo)

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"Come on guys, one more lap!" Coach Zimmer yells from the sidelines as all fifteen of us fly past him, skating as if our lives depend on it. And honestly, with him as our coach, it might. "Push, push, let's go, move it!" he roars over the scraping, watching to see who comes in first. Unsurprisingly, I manage to get over the line a millisecond before everyone else comes running in. I let a small smile grace my lips but stay humble, continuing to glide another lap to cool off, before hobbling off the ice, collapsing on a bench, wheezing.

"Alright, so you finished in 22.35. Overall, that was about two-point-seven seconds faster than our usual run. We're getting better, but we have to be great, so tomorrow I want us to take off the additional two I was hoping for. Now go change." We all groan as soon as he is out of earshot.

Pressing a hand against his ribcage, our goalie, Tyler, moans "I think he may be trying to kill us. I feel like my lungs are about to explode."

"I know he is trying to kill us because my lungs already exploded," I mutter back, feeling my entire torso ache with each breath.

Derek, from his sprawled position across a bench, chimes in "Ty, do I still have legs?"

"Der, they're still there, as far as I can tell under all your padding." Tyler sits up, grabbing his skates, "I'm going to change, don't take too long or coach'll have your heads," he reminds us before disappearing into the boy's locker room.

"Unfortunately, your tongue is still there as well." I joke, kicking off my own skates.

"You know you love me!" He calls towards me as I stumble towards the girl's locker room. I just flip him off over my shoulder, a grin spreading across my face despite the ache in my everywhere.

"Sure I do" I mutter, stripping off my gear quickly and running through the shower. I get out and towel dry my hair before slipping my skinny jeans on. Quite a feat with damp legs.

As I slip my tank over my head, someone calls from outside, "Hey, Liv, be decent!"

"Shit," I mutter, tugging my tank down completely a split second before my best friend comes bouncing into the room. "Parker, you aren't supposed to be in here." I throw the damp towel at him, hitting him in the face. "You're lucky I wasn't naked, you only give me a second to 'be decent'!"

"Pft, it's nothing I haven't seen before and nothing I want to see again." I must've made a face because he adds "No offense, I'm just not into the whole...boob thing." He grins, squeezing his own flat chest.

"None taken, kid." He shrugs, leaning against a row of lockers, grin falling and brow furrowing.

"Uh oh, you're quiet and have your thinking face on, what's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong. I saw the start of your laps, when did you get so fast?" He questions as I pull on one of his old hoodies. "Also that's mine and I want it back."

"It doesn't even fit you anymore so I'm keeping it. And I was practicing a lot over the summer. You came to a few in the beginning," I send Parker a pointed look, reminding him that he started refusing to come because it was too cold when we stayed for hours, "and when Emmett was in, we were scrimmaging and training all month. He showed me a new way of bending my legs that took almost three seconds off my PR." I explain, shoving my feet into my combat boots.