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E. 10. "Beware of Green" (2/10)

Later that day after a Flyers' preseason practice, Nolan is strutting down players' parking lot in his business suit. He nonchalantly passes by the row of his teammates' scattered cars.

Yet his eyes are filled with suspicion. He gazes around his surrounds to confirm that there is no person in his presence in order to activate his glider in peace.

"Nolan!"

Nolan's face instantly falls flat with annoyance as he hears footsteps quickly rushing up to him. He spins around on his heels, spotting the familiar owner of the voice.

"Nolan!" Carter, also in his own business attire, halts in front of him in a hasty manner.

Nolan has sharp eyes on him. "What?"

"Uh—" The goalie straightens up and runs his fingers through his hair. "—do you wanna come over to my place?"

Nolan shoots him a look of disgust. "No."

"There's something I gotta talk to you about."

"I'm not interested." Nolan turns back around and resumes his trek.

"It's about your thoughts on your haters," he hears Carter state.

Nolan instantly freezes in his tracks at the words. His heart skips a beat as his mind scrambles for an explanation of how he acquired such information.

"How does that concern you in any way?" Nolan snaps ahead of him, maintaining his stiff composition.

From behind him, Carter proceeds to smoothly slip his smartphone out of his pocket. "Well, you did say some pretty cruel stuff about them." He taps on its screen multiple times.

"I've never talked about them before!" he spits out, slightly turning his head to look at him from the corner of his eye.

Carter simply responds by playing the video and holding the phone by his head for the owner to hear loud and clear.

Nolan's eyes fly open him in shock. He whirls around to face the goalie again, automatically staring at his video.

Taking in his video, his look of distress transforms into fury. He strides up to him with hands as fists.

"How did you get this video?!" He rips the phone out of his grasp and jabs his finger at the pause button.

Carter calmly releases green-coloured magic around his hand and flicks it at his phone.

The phone springs from Nolan's hands, coated in the same energy, and flies back toward its owner's grasp.

Carter catches it with a smirk etched on his face, having the energy dissolve on contact. "You know my ways."

Nolan keeps his hands as fists by his sides. "I never shared it with anyone!"

The goalie peers at his phone slyly before turning back to the forward. "It's magic, darling."

"Well, use your magic to delete it!" He thrusts his pointer finger at the smartphone. "Now!"

Carter furrows his eyebrows at him. "No. It's on my phone, I can do whatever I want with it." He lowers it from his head to the front of his chest.

"But it's MY video! Delete it!"

Carter narrows his eyes at him with a slight look of pity. "Ooo, this is what happens when you act so irrational, eh?" He tosses his phone in the air and back into his hand in a taunting manner.

"I was mad!" He throws his hands in the air. "What they said about me was way beyond rude! But now I know that video I did was stupid so that's why I didn't post it up!" He reverts his hands to him. "There!"