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As the game progressed, the frustration in the arena grew palpable. The fans, once roaring with excitement, now murmured discontentedly as they watched their team falter—their all star players struggling through every play.
“What the hell is going on out there?” Coach Harris screamed, his voice echoing even through the barrier between the bench and where Greyson and I were sitting. His face was red with fury as he glared at Jack as he heaved himself onto the bench. “You call this hockey? What the fuck is wrong with the three of you!”
Jack and Sebastian exchanged weary glances before they both turned towards Greyson and glared at him.
I held up the finger foam exuberantly, trying to distract them with the team spirit I’d come up with for the night.
A small grin slipped across Jack’s lips before one of the assistant coaches started ripping into him again.
Jack’s shoulders were slumped as he nodded at whatever the coach was saying, clearly not disagreeing with whatever insults he was hurling at him.
Coach Harris stalked along the bench, his eyes narrowed as he surveyed Jack and Sebastian before his gaze slipped over to where Carter had made a miserable looking save that lacked any of the finesse he was usually known for. “Get your heads in the game or I’ll find someone who can!”
Greyson giggled next to me.Giggled. In absolute joy.
I gave him my best glare. “Can you be happy about this on the inside?” I snarled, elbowing him ineffectually in the ribs.
He smiled at me fondly like I’d just stroked his dick. “Now, why would I want to do that?”
Greyson insisted on nachos in between periods, and I tried to drown myself in cheese as I watched Jack, Sebastian, and Carter gather themselves for another grueling shift on the ice.
The game only got worse.
At one point Jack, who was normally the fastest guy on the ice, was struggling to keep up with the Tampa Bay forward who had the puck. He tripped over his own skates, sending himself sprawling across the ice in a spectacular fashion. I couldn’t help but let out a snort of laughter, quickly covering my mouth with my hand as if he could hear me. I saw Coach Harris shake his head and throw something.
That was not good.
Sebastian, determined to shake off the stiffness in his movements, attempted to make a rush up the ice, only to losecontrol of the puck and crash headfirst into the boards. His helmet went flying, revealing a head of disheveled hair and a sheepish expression.
The scene honestly reminded me of when the basketball players had their “talent” stolen by the little aliens inSpace Jam,a thought I would carry to my deathbed.
I’d lost my appetite for the nachos, but Greyson wasn’t having any such problems. He was now snacking away on a tub of popcorn as big as his head as he watched the game like he was having the time of his life.
Carter made a desperate, wild dive to block a shot, only to miss it entirely and end up sprawled across the ice in a heap.
The whole crowd booed.
“This is entertainment right here,” said Greyson, booing along with everyone else. I grabbed some popcorn and threw it at him.
He just smirked at me.
“So, does this make you guys even? Have they proven themselves to you yet?” I asked as Jack had the puck stolen from him by one of Tampa’s worst players.
“Let me think about that,” Greyson mused, mockingly tapping his chin as if he was in deep thought. I winced again as Sebastian got pounded into the boards. He was limping as he dragged himself off the ice. “That would be no.”
People began to file up the steps as the clock ticked down its final minutes, the Devils down by three. I gave out dirty looks to all of them as I held my foam finger up, determined to cheer on my ailing guys until the bitter end.
Half the arena was gone when the buzzer sounded.
Assholes.
Carter slowly skated towards the bench, the other players dejected and unhappy.
“Alright, let’s get out of here,” Greyson said, practically hoisting me out of my seat.
“Nope. We’re going to meet them outside the locker rooms,” I chided, and he rolled his eyes like I’d just given him the most annoying news ever. “And no…you can’t just drag me away.”
That felt like an important point based on how he was now eyeing me, like he was coming up with some devious plan.
