"𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧, 𝙘𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧." // 𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘮 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴

03 | cheaters

"woah! who would throw these away?!" karp questioned. olivia was forced to go with the boys on 'hot girls from magazine' looking. that's what they called it at least. not everyone was there, it was just charlie, peter, karp, guy, terry, jesse, averman, and olivia, because charlie forced her. he said he 'felt bad for her because she would be lonely'. although she told him multiple times that she was fine, and could just call connie or someone, he dragged her out the door.

peter picked a magazine up, "hey look, guy! it's your mom!" peter giggled, showing a picture of a teenage blonde girl in a bikini. they all shared looks before chasing him, "let's get him!" averman shouted. "let's give him a wedgie!" jesse suggested. "great idea, jesse!" olivia and charlie said in sync.

they cornered peter into a wall, "i was just kidding, alright?!" peter begged for mercy. olivia took a quick look behind her because she realized karp wasn't with them trying to torture the short peter, and he's looking through a magazine still.

she turned back around, but then heard "hey, give that back!". all of them turned around, giving peter mercy when they saw three boys with hawk jerseys. it was banks, mcgill, and larson, just like expected. mcgill had a black eye and a busted lip, from the game a few days prior.

olivia looked at charlie and they shared eye contact. "what are you doing here, three musketeer wannabes?" olivia sassed. they started to skate around the friends in a circle, like some vultures. "this is gonna make a great bathroom reading." banks teased, ignoring liv's insult. "it's mine! i found it!" karp said matter-of-factly. "you don't even know what to do with it, wuss-breath!" larson snapped.

"you gonna let him call you wuss-breath?" peter asked karp. "no!" karp yelled with his teeth clenched. he ran to the three, them pushing him down on the concrete. olivia jogged over and helped him up before walking closer to the three.

"listen, i don't know who you think you are, or what you're trying to do, but i suggest you leave me and my friends alone, unless you want that other eye blacked and a broken nose, along with your friends' too." she said, getting up in mcgills face. "i thought you'd leave us alone after that game, but i guess i didn't make it clear enough." she smirked intimidatingly, cracking her knuckles.

they started to back up, but a boy picked them up by the back of their coats, and threw them into a pile of garbage bags. the boys teased them while olivia just glared daggers at the three hawks. the boy that threw them glared at them too, before growling at the them. they looked at liv and fulton reed with terror, before running away.

~

"coach, i really don't think this is the way to go-" olivia started. "i'm the coach, listen to me. do you want to win?" bombay questioned. liv nodded and looked down at her skates, skating away from him.

coach bombay was teaching the team how to cheat, for future games and winning. connie knocked guy over, and it actually hurts him. liv skated by the two, "ooo, whooped by the wife!" she teased before skating away so they don't kill her.

"good, now say it again!" coach bombay demanded. "take the fall! act hurt! get indignant!" everyone repeated. "one more time!" bombay chanted. "take the fall! act hurt! get indignant!" the team followed.

"good! you guys are ready."

~

the opposite team went to shoot for a goal, goldberg falling to the ice and flailing like a fish, causing the buzzer to go off. "goldberg.." coach bombay muttered. "what?!" goldberg spat, exhausted.

"you don't take the fall when they're shooting at you!" coach bombay replied. "well clearly you didn't make that clear enough." goldberg sassed and walked into the benches. "district five, cut the acting class. one more dive, and i forfeit to the jets!" the ref skated by. "what?! i'm insulted by that!" coach bombay lied.

charlie got cornered by some other players, but he's not hurt, so olivia doesn't go ballistic. the ref blew his whistle, "face-off! let's go!" he called and the players backed off. "charlie!" coach yelled, charlie skating over to the benches. "look. those guys are twice your size. so next time he gets you in a corner like that, i want you to grab your eye, like it's hurt, and slap the ice." coach bombay said, demonstrating.

charlie conway didn't say anything, but his face looked upset and annoyed. "face-off, let's go!" the ref repeated and charlie skated away, head hanging. it was a few minutes into the game, charlie got cornered again. he just stood there, glaring at bombay, who kept muttering 'come on, charlie...'.

charlie got the puck and kicked it with his skate, guy grabbing it. the players from the jets back off of charlie and went after guy.

"damn it, charlie!"

~

they walked into the locker room, and olivia took her helmet off. "we can't even win when we cheat!" terry complained, flailing his arms. "that was embarrassing." connie stated.

as everyone bickered, olivia's eyes kept on her brother. he didn't seem alright. charlie followed behind jesse, into the locker room, before coach bombay bursted in, "charlie! what the hell is the matter with you?!" gordon asked with anger.

liv clenched her fists at the tone the man was using at her brother.

"when i tell you to do something, you do it! got it?!" coach bombay lectured. charlie's head is down, looking at his feet. "look at me!" bombay demanded, charlie lifting his head up and glaring at coach. "you got it?!" coach bombay repeated, teeth clenched. charlie shook his head, "you can't make me cheat." he spoke before running out of the locker room.

liv glared at bombay harshly before throwing her gloves to the ground and following her brother.

they walked home in silence, yet comfortable silence, both mad at coach bombay.

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