Hockey and Curls Dont Mix

Ice, Ice and More Ice

HEYO! What's up? So I was thinking I'd maybe try to update every other day, but if I do that the chapters might be short depending on how I'm feeling and if I can get an idea, I started this book awhile ago and I'd felt discouraged about writing but IMMA try and do my thang and write it anyway. 😃😃 so make sure to comment below and hit that seductive vote button... Cause you know... Imagine it as Harry's butt, or Louis's butt or your favorite 1D members butt. (*cough cough* 'Liam's butt') That should encourage you immensely if it doesn't well... You apparently haven't been checking out their butts. But anyway hit that there button. M'kay? Thanks! BYEE!!!

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CHAPTER FIVE

The next afternoon when time for practice rolled around I seriously thought about skipping it all the way around, but knowing the way coach is I'd be dead for sure.

After a shower and some lunch I trudged upstairs to pick up my heavy bag full of hockey gear and pushed it down the stairs since I didn't want to carry it. I jogged down the stairs, the house was quiet, granddad had a reunion with some old war buddies and dad had a meeting and my mom was out of town, so I was basically on my own. I shouldered the large bag and pulled open the door, the weather was starting to get nippier by the day.

I walked out to the sidewalk preparing myself mentally for what could possibly happen today, would coach make me still go against Harry to decide who was playing this week?

'We're going half on the game, you start and I finish..' Harry's words replayed in my mind, would that still apply after my stupidity for pushing Tomlinson?

"Probably not.." I mumbled to myself, I was getting closer to the center where practice was held, for the first time ever I seriously hated the thought of hockey practice simply because I don't want to deal with Coach Carson.

I jogged the rest of the way to the large building, I went straight to the women's locker room, quickly changing into my gear, I laced up my skates and grabbed my helmet and stick before making my way to the exit to the rink.

It was currently just me, the ice and silence. I stepped onto the rink, gliding across the ice with ease. I took my position at the right side of the rink running through plays in my head trying to get into that mind set I needed to play without fear.

"Mac!" I looked up to see coach there, he glared at me motioning me to come to him. I took a deep breath before doing so.

"Yeah coach?" I asked. "My office, now." He said heading off towards his office, I groaned, I removed my helmet and big arm pads, dropping them carelessly on the ice before heading down to coaches office, tons of negative what if's rumbling around in my brain.

'What if he's kicking me off?'

'What if I'm suspended for the Tomlinson thing?'

'What if... What if... What if...' The mantra ran through my head on an endless scale, I wrung my hands together.

When I got to the door I knocked. "Come in." He grunted, I took a deep breath pushing back my sudden nausea. "Coach.." I spoke. "Mac sit." He pointed to the seat in front of his desk, I nodded and took my seat.

"I'm moving you to left wing, Styles is moving to right, we need a stronger man on it." He said without looking up at me.

"What? Coach I can't play left!" I exclaimed, he set his pen down and looked up at me. "You'll play it if I say you play it, if you don't like it you can turn in your jersey." He said, I shook my head sighing in defeat.

"I've been playing for you for over three years coach you can't up and move my position like this." I tried.

"Mac, I'm moving you, end of story, I know it may seem like you've been iced but it's for the best for the team." He said in a voice so fake I could've spit. "Bullshit." I muttered. "Go. Go suit up and do twenty down and backs full length." He pointed to the door, fire in his eyes.

I got up, obeying his orders, I walked down the hall now seething when I saw Harry heading to the office I shoulder checked him. "Thanks for taking my position!" I spat before shoving past him so I could get my down and back done he yelled after me but I blocked him out, I didn't want to hear a word that came from his mouth.

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I pushed my way through my door with Hunter behind me, I went straight to my freezer pulling out four bags of frozen peas, I walked back to the living room, seeing Hunter sitting on the couch. "Here." I tossed him two bags of peas, he caught them, giving me a quick thanks before putting one on his shoulder and the other on his knee. "Practice was hell today." He groaned, I sat down next to him, putting a bag on my shoulder and held the other to my side.

"You're telling me, I seriously think coach is trying to kill us." Hunter only nodded before laying down resting his feet in my lap and his head on the arm. "Comfortable?" I asked, he smirked and nodded.

"Well at least one of us is. I can't believe coach moved me to left wing.. I got nailed at least five times by Zayn, he's got one hell of a shoulder check." I rotated my shoulder feeling pain radiate from the rotator cup.

"Well I think we all got injured today and I could go for a nap." He closed his eyes and fell asleep easily. I sighed before deciding to join him.

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Ehhh... This seemed boring to me, I'm going to try to focus outside of hockey next chapter, maybe she and Hunter will be at the mall and they'll see Harry or something... Depends on how I feel. So! Next update will be Tuesday, then Thursday then Saturday and so on, I'll try I promise, if I ever finish a chapter early I won't put it up early I'll just start on the one after that.

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