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Why was no one stopping them? How could they all just watch them hurt each other like this? What if this breaks them apart forever?

“What the fuck are you doing, Sinclair? What is your fucking problem?” Nate roared and Brian pushed him away.

“My problem? What my fucking problem is you, Nate! Thinking you can do whatever the fuck you want just because you can. You fucking can’t!” Brian shouted as he poked Nate’s covered chest. “Just do your job and leave me fucking alone!”

“I need to work with you in order to do my fucking job! I get that you’re pissed, but fuck, Brian, now isn’t the time to be a bitch! Do you want us to lose the fucking championship?”

“Of course not,” Brian admitted and Nate’s eyes softened as he clasped his shoulder.

“Then let’s play like we mean it, and fight later. Please?” he asked and the coach got up smiling as he walked toward me and pointed outside. I followed closely after him, even though my worries weren’t calmed down.

Would they be alright?

“Sometimes you should just let them figure theirshitout on their own, Ms. Avery,” he said as he walked away and I stood there processing what I had heard in their locker room.

“After all, this isn’t their first fight.” He waved his hand and I nodded as I pressed my back against the wall.

I think they will be just fine.

Chapter 30

Nate

Avery was no longer sitting with her family, she stood next to the coach with her arms crossed over her chest as she watched us intently. One would almost think that she was also a coach with the way she was staring at us.

Don’t worry, Angel. We’ll win.

Brian and I had not sorted out our differences. However, we both were desperate to win the championship league again this year like we always had. We were on a streak and to break it just because things weren’t good between us was dumb.

In the first half, we had thrown the entire team’s balance off, playing as individuals instead of as a team and that was because of both of our pride.

I was still hurt that he told me to fuck off when I tried to talk to him the other day, but then again I had called him a dick and I guess it was more than deserved for him to cuss me out as well.

When I saw him today, as he motivated us to play like it was our last time, his words didn’t touch me at all because of my pride. I was angry with him and he was just as angry with me, and noneof us were willing to put our ego aside, and that almost cost us the game.

But now that we had both distinguished our goals for today, I was hoping it would be easier to play with each other and that we would move in uniform like we always used to.

If there was anyone I trusted with my entire being on the ice, it was Brian. I knew how he played, I knew how he thought when he was on the ice and I knew his strategy better than anyone, but we both started playing with emotions instead of skill and this was where it got us.

“Let’s go Lumbers!” The fans roared as they clapped their hands in a rhythmic manner, it was encouraging to know that our fans still had faith in us even though we delivered a poor first half.

And if there was anything I knew about this team was that we all had pride, and now we were going to prove a point, orseveral.

The game would be ours soon.

I pushed all of my strength into my feet as I skated toward the opponent who currently had the puck, stopping them from making their shot into our goalpost. I hit the puck across the ice toward Brian who was already skating to their goal post, supported by Jake and Tom.

The cheers grew gradually as Tom caught the puck and passed it to Brian who wasted no time in making a slap shot into the goal post, earning us a point. The fans screamed as the sound of our score echoed throughout the whole arena and a sense of pride settled in my heart as I watched the number change on the screen.

It was too early to celebrate.

After scoring, the game started to move at an intense level and it was clear that the opponent team wanted the championship just as badly as we did.

They were tough, I won’t lie. However, now that we were working as a team, high on pride and ego, we would tear their asses apart,respectfully.

We were playing high-paced game and I didn’t have time to think anymore, I could feel my sweat building up as I skated faster than before, trying to push past the limits I had put on myself.

I really wanted to win this game, I really wanted this to be what would mend my relationship with my best friend. I hated fighting with him, I hated it when we pretended as if each other didn’t exist.

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