IAN KADE.
Ian barely managed to get his shoes off into the dark quite room before collapsing face-first onto the bed. His muscles ached from standing too long at the café, his eyelids heavier than his mood. His Friday schedule is so packed and it sucks. It didn't help the fact tomorrow they had a game but he was confident he was doing well. He looked over to Sabby's bed and like usual the bed was empty. If Ian didn't know any better he would have thought his roommate was kidnapped.
Groaning, Ian lazily reached his phone which he barely touched today due to being so busy, switching it on the glow hurting his already tired eyes. "Just one scroll" he promised himself and his fingers opened Instagram by muscle memory.
1 DM Request:
He blinked, Sabby had warned him about weird messages and people trying too hard to slide into his DMs but this one looked,....tame. He was curious, besides if the said person starts to act suspicious he would just block them.
@Skateandbite:Cute post. Bet you're more fun in person.
Ian immediately scoffed "whom are you calling cute?" he squinted at the text for a second then he typed back:
@IcePrince:I am? But fun isn't free.
Ian had a dry smirk on him looking at what he just texted the stranger but before he could delete it or change his mind, his phone slipped from his hand and within seconds be was out cold.
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THE GAME.
The hockey team with their excitement boarded onto the bus 'Westbrook' in blue and white, they have a game in about 2hours from now with a neighboring school. It's not a big game just the weekend sports but that only made the team excited and mischievous, they get to be out of school, go clubbing in adults clubs, break rules, restock booze that's the advantage of it.
Everyone was already sat in the bus busy with their own things, flirting with cheer team, taking selfies and just talking. Ian was the last to get in and the moment he stepped in, it went silent, everyone looked at him like he was some kind of plague but Ian wasn't here to impress anyone. He made his way to the last empty seat and sat alone while everyone avoided him and speaking in whispers but did he care, absolutely not.
Ian thought he was ready, all his practices meant something right, he could totally nail this, that's what he thought but reality came crashing onto him so hard he found it hard to breathe at some point. The whole team were currently getting ready with their gears including Ian. This wasn't his team, he reminds himself, the jersey felt so wrong, it was as if he was a traitor, even his team turned their back on him it was still his team he's been playing for in the longest time. This feeling totally caught him off guard but no one cares about that, he had to play never the less, he rubbed onto his chest to regain his baring, this wasn't the time to be weak.
"Now listen up team, we go out there and show who the Blizzard Hounds are, and crush them" Dominic the team captain hyped up the team "Crush them!" they repeated in a unison as Ian at the corner of the room scoffed. "Now what's the team chant?" Dominic asked as he placed his own hockey stick in the center
"Blades sharp! Ice cold!
We don't break, we don't fold!
One team! One fight!
We hit hard, we skate right!
LET'S GO, BLIZZARD HOUNDS!"
they all chanted with their sticks clinking each other placing their helmets back on, at this point Ian had already went out not bothering to wait for anyone not like anyone cared anyway. On his way to the rink another team had just won and making it out meeting Ian half way there. "Oh look who it is, the druggie" that annoying voice he could recognize it in his nightmares, he thought Dominic was annoying but whenever he thinks or sees Jeremy, yes the same guy who accused him of taking drugs and everyone believed him.
"oh you look good in that jersey" Jeremy mocked walking closer and whispering "how does it feel?" Ian only pushed him back "get out of my sight" Ian tried to walk away only to be held back and just in time Dominic seeing all this "is he finally selling our secrets?" he mumbled to himself until the scene said otherwise. "how about you beg, maybe we will take your sorry ass back" Jeremy smirks and Ian realized something, there is never turning back if he wanted to succeed, and Vortex was a memory "like i said get the hell out of my sight, you make me sick" Ian pushed him away as he made it in the rink, "see you in finals" Jeremy lastly spoke and walked away with the rest grinning.
The tension in the rink was thick from the start, Ian was nervous and unsure but there was something that stirred in him when he spoke with Jeremy, and he was going to play no matter what. He could also see how Dominic never bothered with him, his usual confidence was replaced with something unreadable, but that's the least of his concerns.
The game kicks off fast. Both teams are aggressive, shots being fired left and right. Ian is playing hard, focused, sharp and Dominic? He's laser focused on winning or maybe too much so. The two actually have moments where they actually sync, passing, anticipating each other's moves like instinct.
It should've been their moment, but it wasn't.
Midway through the final period, miscommunication hits. Ian skates in for a clean shot, and Dominic, not trusting the pass, pulls back. The puck is intercepted. The opposing team rushes it and scores breaking the tie. Just like that, the buzzer sounds.
They lose.