Teen half-brothers Kain and Scott Banks, who live in a small New York fictional town called Dalton. They battle each other on the hockey rink while navigating through high school romance and drama.
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Okay so, that fucking hockey game didn't turn out the way we expected. We lost 2-1, but Clutch said that this tournament wouldn't effect our regular season stats. So, technically, we're still undefeated.
On my way out of the arena, going back to the bus, I get stopped by some reporters and fans that want autographs from me. I do three quick interviews for the reporters then I sign a handful of autographs for a couple of kids.
Growing up, with Davis being in the NHL, I wasn't really in the spotlight. Davis and my Mom did a pretty good job with keeping me hiding from the public eye. I started getting noticed when I was about ten. That was when I started really getting good at hockey. I was ten playing hockey with thirteen and fourteen year olds. I signed my first autograph when I was eleven. I didn't know what the fuck to write so I just wrote 'Kain'.
I'm just about to walk away when some woman yells to someone behind me. I turn my head and see Scott, about to walk by. "Hey, excuse me! Can I get a picture of you two?" The woman says and gestures to both Scott and me.
I look at the woman like she's fucking crazy. I notice the professional camera in her hands and her lanyard says 'Getty Images' so I know she's only doing it for her job.
I look to my right as Scott walks up beside me. We stand awkwardly side by side and wait for her to take the damn picture. The woman slowly lowers the camera and looks at us strangely. "Uh, can you two stand a little bit closer?" She motions us to move in closer to each other.
I sigh in frustration and both Scott and I take a step closer. The camera flashes, making me go fucking blind then she thanks us and I turn on my heel and walk away.
I sit in my usual seat and wait for everyone else to get on the bus. Ten minutes later, the bus is packed and loaded and we're almost ready to leave. Clutch stands at the front, looking at us then he begins to talk. "I want to ask you guys a question. Seeing as we lost and got knocked out of the tournament. Do you guys want to stay another night or go home? We'd get home this afternoon. The choice is yours." As soon as Clutch stops talking, everyone gives their input all at once. Clutch put his hand up to stop everyone from talking. "Okay, okay, settle down. Let's try this. Put your hand up if you want to go back home." No one raises their hand. "Well, I guess, we're staying another night." Then Clutch sits down in his seat.
I put my keycard in the slot, the door unlocks and I open the door. Scott walks in behind me. I collapse on my bed and hug my pillow. I brought my pillow from home because I hate the smell of fucking hotel rooms. But I'm not the only one who brought their pillow, Scott did too, so apparently that's something we have in common.
I pull out my phone and text Ayla, telling her that I'm back and to come over.
Five minutes later, there's a light knock on the door. Scott sits on his bed, turns his head and looks at me confused. I nod towards the door. "Scott, go answer the fucking door, idiot."
