Enemies From Different Teams-Rewrite

Partie onze

Victoria's POV

Arriving at a food court, Danika had wondered off to go find something to eat while Shelby and I walked around to find something to eat. I was going to get a burger, there's no doubt about that. Burgers are life! You can't live without them. Shelby was probably going to get a poutine with bacon or something. If she does though, we gotta use the cheese curds. They're the best on poutine. Other cheese is all right, but if you're a real Canadian, you eat the curds.

"The guys are still going strong and they believe we can win this game," Shelby told me.

I nodded and looked around through the crowd of people. I couldn't find the perfect burger joint to go to yet, so we still looked around for it. "Don't sweat it," I replied.

Rolling her eyes playfully, she heads off in a different direction to find her meal. I didn't see Danika around here, but knew she didn't ditch us. I walked up to some random court that selled burgers. Arriving they asked what I wanted. "May I get the triple cheese burger please," I asked.

"Sorry, we don't serve those, Miss," 

I looked at her like she was stupid. "Just slap three burgers on a bun. It's not that hard," 

She was getting mad and I could tell by the way she stood with the burger flipper in her hand, which was placed on her hip. She gave me a cold glare and narrowed her eyes on me, and walked away scoffing. "Someone ain't friendly," I muttered under my breath. I heard someone laugh and turn around.

"Thought Canadians only ate maple syrup, crepes, and poutine," They laughed. Sending a fake smile towards them, they smiled and introduced themselves. "Guy Germaine from Team USA," Yep, I've seen him before. So has the others. He was there the other night when his trainer or Coach, or who ever the hell she was, had shown up asking if we were friends with them.

"Victoria Hoffman," I said and shook his hand. "By the way, you're pretty stupid for thinking that we only eat three things. It's like saying you guys eat fast food and are fat,"

He grinned even wider and laughed at my remark. "Guess we can't judge each other by what hear, right?"

I nod. "Yeah, I guess...I saw your team at our game yesterday against Dutch,"

"Yeah," He replied, his smile fading as he scratches the back of his head. "we were supporting you guys,"

"Yeah right," He certainly was an odd guy. Aren't all Americans? He was nice and all, and though, I couldn't deny that he was cute, because he was. But my point is, maybe they're not so bad as they look. They do seem different, though, very different.

"Hey!" The woman behind the counter called, throwing the plate on the counter, which tipped everything off the burger. The bun had hit the counter and I looked at her disgustedly.

"May I speak to someone who will actually make me a decent burger?" I asked, looking around.

"Take it or leave it,"

"Oh," I said shocked. I set my hands on the counter and leaned towards her. "I am not leaving until you politely hand me a plate with a deck of burgers between the buns!"

"Ugh, there's another joint over there by the Italien court that sells triple cheese burgers," Guy Germaine told me.  I turned on my heel and looked over to where he was pointing. "One of my buds bought one,"

I nod. "Thanks, and I hope she's not too much of a problem," I told him and headed off after thanking him once again. 

I walked over there towards the Italien court where he said there'd be another burger place. I bumped into Danika as she was walking back with some sort of salade and stuff. "USA is here, did you know that?" She asked me. I nodded. "You know the blond with piercing blue eyes?" 

"Sure," I replied.

"Anyways, he was at the court next to mine. He started talking to me,"

"One of them was behind me and did the same," I spoke. Realising something, it was quite obvious now. Were they actually being friendly or were they trying to talk to every Canadian player to make it seem like we're 'cool' and there's no fights. They could be trying to set us off our game. I won't let that happen, it's bad enough I get distracted on the ice. But then again, I distract other players too. It's fancy dancy work I do. "They're probably trying to set us off our game," I told her.

She gapsed, clutching my right shoulder and looked at me. My eyes widened, wondering what thought she had. "Maybe you're right, we got to tell the others,"

We rushed over to an empty table, as far away from the Americans as we could. Once Shelby spotted us, she walked over and took her seat, setting her tray on the ground. I hadn't gotten any food yet since I ran into Danika. So, Danika had decided to tell Shelby while I went off and quickly grabbed a burger.

Coming back, I completely ignored Team USA. Arriving at the table, Shelby was nodding her head while Danika was explaining it to her. "-careful or else it could ruin our game," I missed what she had said previously.

Jet nods and scarfs down some more fries and poutine. "Eh, you found some poutine," I remarked.

"Actually, they didn't sell it. I told them I'd pay three bucks more for it because they sold gravy and fries. Technically I payed a crappy price for added cheese," Danika and I both laughed. Ridiculous, we waist our money on overpriced food! I always do, so I can't complain.

"Just ignore them," Danika added. "We don't need them telling us what to do,"

I smirked. I saw her talking to that blue eyed demon boy. She can't fool me. But nor can I fool them, I was talking with their other blond headed boy. I don't recall seeing Shelby talking to any of them. Maybe she did and maybe she didn't. But either way, none of us are perfect. But that team can't win.

If they win, then I don't know what would happen. I just know that we'd be one elimination away from loosing the entire competition. We can't have that. We have to show our country that a bunch of fourteen and fifteen year olds can be trusted to win these kinda events. If we loose, I don't think we're ever going back. Not us, but other Canadian teams and athletes will.

I guess in the long run, we can't worry about what's going to happen. But we can worry about what will happen now. It's better to live in the present than the past, and it's better to think of the present and not the future. Being here at such a big competition and with people from all over thw world can be stressful. Seeing that we're kinda supposed to be friends with the Americans, yet we aren't. Who's ever friendly with friends when they're competing for first place? No one is, simply no one.

I just know that we're going to show the world who we really are, whether we win or not. Team Canada all the way!