Chapter Thirty-Three
Ashton
“You've got this. You’ve come a long way, don't get distracted, lock it in,” Coach Miles said to us as we prepared to go back out on the ice.
The first team to score won.
It was so close that we could taste it, feel it. At the same time, we couldn’t get cocky.
The puck dropped. The Panthers took off with it, and we fought to keep it out of our net.
Focus.That asshole was on the ice, the same guy from earlier that Steven had to slam into the boards. He got the puck, heading right towards us. I tripped him as he went for the goal, accidentally of course. Luckily the ref didn’t see it.
He missed. Rhett swept up the puck and got it away from the net, back towards their goal. The lines changed.I watched from the bench as the puck went back and forth across the ice, both teams desperate to score.
Coach sent Deacon and Beckett in. They scrambled over the boards. The game was fast and furious as Beckett put someone face down on the ice. The Panthers split, going after Levon who had the puck, the other going after Deacon.
Beckett stole the puck as Deacon went right for the Panther going after Levon, distracting him long enough for Beckett to get Levon the puck. The Panthers noticed and were on his heels.
Levon took the shot, the puck sailing across the ice…
…and right past the goalie.
For a moment we all held our collective breaths. The horns sounded.
Goal!
Cheers burst through the arena. “In the upset of the year, the Scented Scorpions win the playoffs 4-3 over the Puck Panthers.”
We’d won. We fucking won.
The rest of the team climbed over the boards to celebrate on the ice with us.
Steven barreled toward me, hugging me to him. “We did it. We actually did it.”
“We did it.” I hugged him back, practically dancing with joy on the ice.
I saw one of the trainers, Javier, run over to Beckett and say something to him. With a slightly panicked look, Beckett ran off the ice and went over the boards.
Shit. Hopefully everything was okay.
If only Kai was here. They weren’t even watching because of class. I looked for the cameras, when one caught me, I flashed a heart with my hands–just in case Kai caught our game later.
When we finally went into the locker room, energy was still high, everyone buzzing with excitement and adrenaline.
“You did a good job out there. Have a good time tonight. You earned it–just don’t get caught with your dicks out,” Coach Miles told us.
I showered and checked my phone. It was blowing up with texts from my family and friends. There were even pictures from the watch party at the local bar.
Kai had also texted.
Kai
You won! Congratulations.
Me
Thanks. Lab done?
