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in the end, the score was twelve to one. adam ended up making a goal but was slashed on his wrist right after. all the ref did was send him to the box for a few minutes and released him back in the ice in no time.

we were all in the locker room, taking off our gear and getting back into our street clothes. all of us were having our own conversations with each other until coach walked in.

"twelve to one. you know what word comes to mind when you think of that? hmm? pathetic! you guys were brought here to play hockey."

"what about you?" jesse butted in. "what about me jesse?" coach firmly replied back, crossing his arms over his chest.

"coach stansson knew everything about us. they were ready for us," julie commented in. "yeah and you spend your time driving around in convertibles talking to those sponsor fools., luis added in after julie.

"or hanging out with the iceland lady." i decided to hop along with the rest of my teammates. "we saw you two saturday night. eating ice cream with the enemy, huh coach?" dean added in afterwards.

after a minute of confusion between the team, coach spoke up. "hey, whatever i do is none of your business. is that clear?" everyone rolled their eyes at his words before beginning to take their pads off.

"don't take those pads off. everyone stay in your gear, we have practice." everyone's jaw dropped at his words.

before i knew it, we were out on the ice doing sprints from one end to the other. i swear i was going to throw up or pass out any minute now.

the coach blew his whistle once again, meaning skate to the other side as fast as you could. everyone was drenched in sweat.

charlie and coach mumbled a few words between each other before coach called out, "twenty more sprints, go!" i groaned from exhaustion.

we were there until at least eleven or twelve o'clock at night. then we had to take the bus home, get back to our rooms, shower since we smelled like sweat, and then went to bed around 1:30 in the morning.

the next morning we had school and as we were sat at our desks, everyone was falling asleep. i was being shaken on my shoulder by someone next to me.

"no, i can't do any more sprints coach," i mumbled, putting my hand up for them to stop. a small chuckle came out of dean which made me open my eyes.

i looked around to see everyone was trying their best to stay awake, but just couldn't. ms. mckay walked over to the side of luis' desk.

"not my best," he mumbled as she shook his shoulder for him to wake up. "luis," she said in a somewhat worried tone. she could tell we were all craving sleep.

thankfully she excused us to head back to our dorms and get some rest. right before i was gonna open my door, dean called out my name.

"afterwards, we're all going to the fields and working out. wanna join?" a small smile arose onto my face. i nodded my head before pushing open my door and plopping onto my bed.

the noise of a phone ringing woke me up. "hello?" i groggily asked into the phone. "well well stranger, haven't talked with you in months." i knew by the sound of her voice that it was katie.

"hey katie, how you been?" i asked as i slowly sat up in bed. "missing you like crazy! it feels so weird not having you here. everyone misses you so much." i chuckled at her words.

for at least twenty minutes, the phone got passed around to everyone so i could see how they were doing. but i had to end the call when i heard a loud and obnoxious dean outside my room.

we all wore our team usa track suits out to the fields. dean decided he was going to be leading the workout for today.

"coach isn't here, why do we have to be?" connie questioned as we began our stretching. "we have a game tonight. we have to workout," dean responded instantly.

"i say mutiny, who's with me?" goldberg questioned as he stood up from stretching. "goldberg, i'm too tired to mutiny," averman responded to him. i quietly chuckled at his response.

"c'mon guys. it's not like we couldn't use the condiotioning," julie announced. i was about to agree with her when dean spoke up. "speak for yourself babe."

i knew he had messed up there since everyone could see how close julie and adam have become. "her name's julie not babe," adam announced and stepped in front of dean's face.

"don't tell me how to talk, rich boy!" dean had shoved adam, already fed up with him. i ran over to dean, trying my best to hold him back.

"yo, team usa, what are you gonna do today, a million jumping jacks?" an african american boy commented from behind us. "when does it ever end?" i mumbled quietly to myself.