𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 | adam banks

𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

𝕦𝕟𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕕

"i guess it's now or never" i say with a bigger sigh then i intended.

"let's go" adam says while taking my hand in his, and let's just say i was blushing like crazy, but i gladly took his hand.

when we touched the ice, the crowd went crazy! that always makes me happy, knowing we have more people to cheer us on.

adam and i open the door to the bench, i says down and put my bag down with me. i glance over to where had just came from, to see the team starting to file in.

i get up form where i was sitting and make my way out to the ice for warmups.

"live in los angeles, welcome to the good will games! tonight's match up team usa faces off agents team iceland. we have with us greg goldberg, goal tender for team usa. Greg what is it going to take to beat the feisty icelanders tonight?" averman acts like he's the announcer while all of the team skates sound the net.

i glance over to coach, who looks just like Iceland's coach. then it clicked to me, he wanted to look like him. he thinks it's the 'new style' which it's definitely not.

"i think it will take a supreme individual effort by me, greg goldberg!" i roll my eyes and skate up to adam and skate with him.

"ok let's play!" a referee says while blowing his whistle. i slowly skate over to coach who was waiting for us.

"hi everybody, welcome to today's game! this is a very match up, team usa agents iceland, in what could be a preview of the championship game!" the announcer announces to everyone.

"alright I'm gonna have scott, banks, conway, hall, and portman! alright let's go!" coach says while cheering us on.

usually i would be totally exited, but it was different. i wasn't exited, because i knew i was gonna be a body bag, and i wasn't ready for that.

i skate up to my position, right wing, and hear the guy from iceland say something to jesse as they both take face off.

i look to see the person i was going agents and my heart immediately stopped. he was fucking huge! i glance over to the bench to see my teammates looking at me, with worried expressions.

i sigh and get ready for the puck to be dropped.

when the referee drops the perk, i immediately get pushed into the ice. the one thing that caught my attention was the referees whistle, i figured the whistle was for what happened to me, but it wasn't.

i sighed and pushed myself off the ice to see dean being taken out of the game. i look over at the bench to see coach pissed.

coach sends our fulton, which fulton skates right up to me.

"there gunning for you, should be careful. i heard their coach talking about it" with that message he skated off to his position. that made me even more anxious.

the referee, once again blows his whistle signaling everyone to get in position for face off.

"what your back little girl" the guy firm iceland says to my while we wait for the puck to be dropped.