Chapter 2 The hockey team

Landon

“Hayes has his eyes for the net, I think Hayes is about to go for the win.”

I held my stick tightly, hearing everyone cheer my name motivated me even more.

I tapped the ice with my stick, ready to snap a wrist shot.

I could feel the heat coming off me, my teammate shielding me so I can make the winning score when Dylan swooped in and tapped the puck away.

Asshole.

I didn’t let that get to win.

What mattered is that we win this match.

Dylan was fast, heading toward the net when Steve crashed into him. I heard the commenter yell a curse word, the cheerleads groaned in annoyance as Dylan fell to the ground.

The puck bounded to the other side

I rushed toward him, the ice smooth, I didn’t spare him a glance, he just had to be cocky and steal the puck away from me.

I got right in time, I stretched my legs, my stick settled close to the puck, I was less than thirty feet away from the net.

My focus remained on  the screen, we had less than twenty seconds, I have to take the shot.

I swung my stick, hitting the pluck.

The room fell quiet, my heart hammered against my chest as I stared at the puck, every seconds that passed felt antagonizing.

I watched as the puck hit into the net, screams filled the room.

Everyone gathered around me and the whistle blew.

“Landon Hayes with the win again, saved us from losing, we owe it to Hayes.”

Landon

Landon

Landon.

A smile appeared on my face, I got carried out of the room and into our locker room, the whole room filled with chaos of happiness.

If we had lost, we would be out of the competition, I could never allow that.

I turned to look at Dylan, and my smile disappeared.

“You got us the winning goal.” Javier smiled. “God you should have seen my face when we got the score, I had imagined we lost it.”

“I won’t have let that happen.” I resorted.

The moment coach walked in, the room fell quiet, we assembled in his presence.

“We won, but we have to careful, there are bigger teams, more games and Dylan, you fucked up.”

“He did, he could not let Landon get the goal, his jealous ass is going to cost us the medals one day.” Javier said from behind.

He never liked Dylan, I didn’t blame him, after the scandal Dylan pulled with an art student, no one liked him, it was immature and childish and uncalled for, I hated when people brought their affairs right into the open.

“Landon is not your enemy, he is your teammate and your captain, I don’t care how you feel about him, but a win for him is a win for all of us, a win for the whole team you almost cost us the whole competition and I am not going to let that happen again.”

“What does that mean?.” Dylan asked. “I was not trying to steal the win, teammates work together  and Landon always thinks he should be the one to score, he never lets anyone else to do that because he is the MVP, because his father funds more than time.”

A groan falls out of my lips.

Despite my father’s influence, I worked hard for everything.

“Last chance Reid, take a lap, to cool off and think about what you have done, after that meet me in my office, we have a little chat.” Coach spoke and he nodded.

He didn’t leave without giving me the death stare. 

Coach turned to look at me, before he could speak, someone else walked into the room, I could hear a voice coming from outside the locker room.

No one is allowed in here except to us.

The voice felt different, I have heard it before.

We turned to look at each other, in a second we headed out of the room and into the hallway.

My pupils dilated when I saw a red head, a frown laid upon her face, and held her phone tightly, and her glasses sat perfectly on her face, she didn’t spare anyone a glance.

“Miss Quinn.”

Quinn

Where did I hear that name before?

“Can we talk? I would like to have a conversation about the recent events.” She spoke.

Her tone calm.

Impressive.

“Principal Heather told me you will be coming, listen Elara, we have nothing to do with it.”

“You can not take away the art studio because your hockey players want more room to play make up, I created this club, I fought for it to be a club and now you think you can swoop in and take away everything we have worked for.” She asked.

My heart fluttered.

I could barely keep my eyes away from her.

Her voice caused a jolt of heat radiated through my body.

I know we will be taking the art building, I had imagined they were moving the club to another place, I never imagined they were going to take it away from the school, I had imagined it had to do with funding.

“Miss Quinn, you have to understand.”

“Ask the school to let us keep a room, a month is all I need and I will get the funding the club needs, just give me a chance.”

A chance.

A month.

Those words rolled off like nothing against her lips.

Coach shook his head.

It stirred an unfamiliar feeling inside of me.

“You don’t want to help.” Her voice soften, almost disappointed.

She didn’t even bother to spare any of us a glance.

If it were a cheerleader, she will be too busy staring at our bodies, this girl right here didn’t even care.

“It’s not over Coach, you teach your team to fight even when there is no chance at winning, I am not going down without a fight, just like your team means everything to you, so does my club, someone is going to have to listen to me.”

I never thought someone could be angry, upset and yet this calm and calculated.

Who the hell is she? Why was she not scared?

Her eyes snapped away from him, and in a second, she paused

She took me back as she walked away.

As I saw her I realized one thing.

I have to know who she is?