ICE SKATES // ADAM BANKS

CHAPTER FOUR

we were now all at practice skating around and getting warmed up, adam and i were skating next to each other talking.

"banks , l/n! get over here!" coach reilly yells, we look at one another before skating over, taking off our helmets, "this is a joke, right?"

"i'm afraid it's no joke" a man with glasses sighs, mr banks and mum coming over to coach.

"is there a problem?" mr banks asks, looking over at the adults.

"no, just a mistake, mr banks" coach sighs.

"are you these kids parents?" the man in a suit asks looking over at mum and mr banks.

"448 north hennipen avenue, is that your address?" the man asks my mum in which she nods, both of us wearing the same confused expression.

"and you, 450 hennipen avenue, is that your address?" he asks mr banks.

"yes" adam's dad replies, glancing at us before turning back to the man.

"then i'm afraid there's no mistake" he sighs, "these kids are playing for the wrong team"

"what?" adam exclaims, a confused expression on his face.

"that's ridiculous" mum complains, a hand on her hip.

"according to the league rules adam banks and y/n l/n should be playing for district five"

"district five!?" i repeat, turning to my mum with a bewildered expression, "no way"

"my son is a hawk, not a duck" mr banks says sternly.

"is this your doing, gordon?" coach points to bombay.

"yeah, i'll expect to see those kids at our next game, we'll have uniform waiting for you" bombay says, looking at us.

"no way!" we say in unison, i look back at my team to see larson and mcgill messing around
on the ice, tears slowly forming.

"my son would rather not play than play for your team" mr banks argues, pointing at gordon.

"fine, if that's the way you want it, but remember if adam and y/n play for the hawks you'll have to forfeit every game for the rest of the season, boy id hate to see that"

i turn to my mum who had a saddened expression on her face, i throw my stick to the ground and skate off to the locker room, not wanting to hear anymore.

once i get to the locker room i slam the door behind me, standing there for a moment as i breathe quickly, i let out a yell of frustration and throw all my stuff to the floor.

i sit down with my head in my hands letting out a long sigh which quickly turned into a sob, the whole team was going to hate me, hate us.

larson and mcgill were never going to hang out again and they'll treat us like they treat the ducks, like shit.

the same thing happened to an old teammate of ours who had to play for panthers, they hated on the guy for ages until he moved.

i look up trying to calm myself down, breathing in through my nose and breathing out of my mouth, wiping a few stray tears from my eyes.

'this is so unfair' i thought to myself.

i was so pissed off at everything right now, i look down at my belongings on the floor and slowly pick them back up putting them on the bench.

i decide to quickly shower and put on my normal clothes, i didn't want to continue practicing or face my team after that.

i tie my shoelaces up and look at the mirror opposite me, tucking my damp hair behind my ears sighing.