Adam Banks: Purple Among White [2]

Chapter 12

Four days before our big and final game against Iceland, Coach called us all to the rink.

"Coach, shouldn't we have our hockey gear on?" Luis asked, confused. 

"Yeah." I said.

"Guys, this is out last team practice, which means-" Coach began. 

"The return on Captain Blood." Averman said. 

"No." Coach laughed. "It means..." He pulled a beachball from our box. "Let's have some fun!"

"All right!" I cheered. Coach threw the ball and I grabbed Adam's hand. We laughed, skating around, chasing the ball or falling over. I made sure that Adam didn't fall on his arm, which was now in a thin cast. 

After about ten minutes, Averman ended up with the ball. He hit it over to the other side of the ice, but we all suddenly stopped. Team Iceland was standing there, ready to practice, dressed in their hockey gear. Stanson picked up the ball and pressed all the air out of it before throwing it to the side.

"Playtime is over. We have the ice now. You and your little rink rats must leave." Stanson said, looking at me when he said "rink rats". I growled and Adam grabbed my hand, as if telling me to stay by him.

"We're right here, Coach." Dean said with a nod of his head. 

"Yeah." I agreed.

"The only thing little was your career in the pros." Coach mocked. We all laughed loudly. 

"Gordon, let's go." Miss Mackay pleaded.

"Well, at least I had a shot." Stanson said. "I was there."

"You were a disgrace!" I growled. 

"All right, team. We're outta here." Coach said. Nobody moved. "Let's go, I said. Come on." 

"Can you still move on the ice?" Stanson cut in, stilling all of us. "Well, please, play a little with me. Show me that famous triple deke your daddy taught you. Or was it that old geezer over there? Marria." He said, holding his hand out to the woman behind him. She placed a stick in his hand and Stanson tossed it to Coach.

"Three bar." Coach said after examining the stick. First one that hits both posts and the crossbar. Have to take it out past the blue line." 

"I know the game." Stanson said.

The woman, Marria, put a puck on the middle of the ice. Stanson and Coach skated around it before Stanson started off with the puck. We all cheered for Coach as he defended his side. Stanson pushed Coach down behind the goal and hit the left post. Iceland cheered.

"Oh, c'mon. What was that?" I cried. 

This time, Coach started off. He easily hit the right post.

"Yeah!" I cried. They started out again, and this time Coach it the left bar. Things were looking good. 

"News flash. That wasn't even my triple deke!" Coach said to Stanson, who growled angrily.

Coach started out with the puck again. He tripped Stanson and skated behind him, to his side.

"One more post and you go home crying. By the way, Stanson, you owe me a beach ball." Coach said, causing Stanson to become even more angry. He jumped up and just as Coach was about to shoot, he harshly wacked Coach's knee, the one he'd injured during his own game. 

"Coach!" I cried, leading the team over to him. "Are you okay?" I asked, helping him up.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He answered, glaring at Stanson. 

"Get you coach off the ice. We have to practice now." Stanson growled. Everyone else turned to leave. 

"Hold on!" I cried, stopping my team. I turned to Stason. "That wasn't fair! That was a cheap shot." 

"So?" Stanson chuckled. 

I growled. "I call a re-do. Just not with Coach. With me." 

"Court, no." Adam said. I ignored him. 

Stanson laughed. "With you? You're just a little girl." 

"Really? I'm the best on the team. Probably just a bit better than Coach. Play with me. Same game." 

Stanson though it over. He looked down at his watch and smirked than looked up at me. "All right. Same game. Same rules." 

"No cheap shots?" I asked. 

"No cheap shots." He said with an evil smile. I shivered. I did not like this guy.

"Courtney." Adam said in my ear. "Be careful. I don't trust this guy to keep his promises." 

"I will." I promised. I skated over to Stanson. Just as we were about to start, a voice startled me. 

"Courtney!" A female voice cried. A male voice echoed it. I froze. I knew thoses voices, those Engilsh accents. 

I jerked up and saw two people coming my way. Not just any random people. It was the king and queen.