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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The puck bounces around between mine and Scott's hockey stick. As soon as I see the puck hit the ice, that's when I fucking go. I don't care what or who the fuck is in my way but it just so happens to be Scott in my way. I knock Scott completely out of my fucking way and take off towards Scott's net. I snipe it in the back of the open net, easy goal.
I'm not one for celebrations, I just score the goal then skate back to the fucking face-off dot or if it's at the end of my shift then I just skate to the bench.
Shit, if it's going to be like this the whole fucking game then this'll be the worlds fastest fucking game of hockey in history.
We're at the face-off dot, waiting for the damn refs to drop the fucking puck.
I lean down in position. "That's one." I say to Scott.
Scott scoffs. "It's still early." He says.
"You're right. I'm just getting warmed up." I say back.
Finally the fucking refs comes back and drops the puck.
Surprisingly Scott puts up a little fight.
Obviously, it's no match for me. I easily take the puck and skate towards Scott's net.
Scott catches up to me and tries to get the puck but I use my left hand and hold him to the opposite side of the puck. I use my right hand and shoot it in the net.
Growing up, Davis always told me that when you're in trouble with one hand, on the ice, use the other. This one time, I was maybe eight or nine years old, Davis tied my left hand behind my back with a rope. He tried to steal the puck away from me so I would have to use my right hand then he would switch hands.
It fucking worked out in the end, I guess. I learned how to shoot with both hands.
Now, the score is at an easy 2-0, for me.
The ref drops the puck. I'm not going to lie, I wasn't fucking ready for that one. Scott slides the puck between my legs and moves around me. I whip around and fucking go after him. I catch up to him, I poke at him then I hit him on the leg.
I hear a low growl escape from him. I completely fucking forgot that he's not wearing any equipment. Oops, my bad.
I try to lift his hockey stick and steal the puck away but he bats my stick away and takes a quick wrist shot. I hits the top right corner and goes in.
Fuck.
The crowd cheers and the scoreboard changes to 2-1.
I wait for Scott at the face-off dot.
I look around and I immediately see Ayla. She's looking up talking to Nate. She must be getting cold, her nose is red.
