𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 | adam banks

𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞

𝕦𝕟𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕕

as everyone makes there way off the ice and make sure that no one was looking at me, i turn back around and skate towards the middle of ice where coaches was.

"coach, adams wrist is bad. he needs to get it checked out. don't tell him it was me that told you, ill tell him later" i say in all one breath without stopping.

"wow kylie, slow down. ill go check it out after everyone leaves the locker room. go get dressed." he says as i shack my head.

"what took you so long?" connie asks while i enter the locker room, to see adam not in there.

"i-um- was talkin' to coach.." i lead off as i walk up to my locker and throw of my jersey.

"where's adam?" i ask while looking around the room to find the blond haired boy.

"he's in she shower, he should be out in about five minutes or so" charlie says from the other side of the room.

i nod my head a take of my skates. i know for a fact that adam was in pain, i could see it in his eyes. maybe he was even right about my head, i should probably go get it check out because it's best to be safe then sorry.

by the time i was done getting dressed and having al my stuff together, adam comes out of the showers fully dressed.

"we're all going to head out, we will see y'all at the dorms" the team waves as they leave the locker room.

i sit on the chair that was facing my locker, and fiddle with the sting that was dangling from my bag.

"what's wrong ky?" adam asks sitting down on his stool.

"i-um-" was all i could say as i see him reaching for the tap that was resting in top of his bag.

"your wrist." i say looking down at it, which was all bruised.

"it's fine, just a little sore" he says, while starting to wrap his wrist.

"now just think how you'd play with two good wrists" coach bombay announces as he walks into the room, which makes me jump in my seat.

"coach- it's just a little sore, im okay" adam says while he places his wrap back into his bag. he glances over at me but i quickly look away, while feeling a little guilty.

"i should have spotted this sooner, im sorry man i wasn't doing my job." Gordon says while making his was over to the two of us. when he reaches us, he puts his hand on my shoulder.

adam glances at coach to me, confused and says "coach im fine i can play, i swear"

i glance up to coach and back at adam, seeing him stand up and reach for his jacket.

"ok, take kylies stick." he says while grabbing my stick that was resting on the side of my locker.

"here let's find out." coach says while handing the stock over to adam. adam tosses his jacket back into the locker and reaches out for the stick.

he takes the stick with his good wrist, and I'm jsut roll my eyes. "the other hand" coach says while holding the stick in front of adam.