Truthbreaker (2) -Charlie Conway

I'm back, baby

As I was gonna take the face off, a loud noise bursted through the arena, causing a bunch of people including me to look up at the weird noise. Unfortunately, the sight i lay my eyes on wasn't One I was much to fond of at the moment. Bombay strutted through the packed bleachers, blowing hard onto the duck whistle, making my stomach immediately tie into a knot.

"Look who finally decided to show up." Fulton says from beside me as we stared at the man. I scoffed with annoyance.

"Just ignore him. Mitchell, take the face off." Jesse says as I nodded my head and skated to the centre. As I got situated, I looked back to see Charlie staring at the man, with a glimmer of hope pasted on his eyes. Deep down, I know what a good bond Charlie and Bombay had, and I sorta felt bad for the boy as we tried to ignore coach. But, the words that left Bombay's mouth yesterday, hurt me way more than how hurt Charlie's feeling, I know it. I don't know if I could forgive him.

He seemed desperate, blowing the whistle three more times as I glanced over at the bench. I saw many eager faces, and many annoyed and unenthusiastic ones. Mixed signals made themselves apparent as he opened the door to the bench and walked in.

We were in a huddle again, and Guy spoke up with a bit of regret.

"Come one, what do we got to lose?" He said shyly, followed by my annoyed scoff.

"Respect." Fulton states.

"He'll dump us the minute it's all over." I say, sorta projecting my thoughts into words. It wasn't a too far off suggestion, as Bombay yelled for us to come in.

Reluctantly, one by one my teammates on the ice skated slowly to the bench, leaving me to stand on my own. As I stared at the bench hesitantly, I was met with a pair of sullen and sorrowful eyes, belonging to Charlie. He seemed to understand my hesitance right then and there, and for some reason, I felt my self glide right to his side. I gave him a hesitant look as he returned it with a comforting smile, sending a shiver up my spine.

I felt his pinky finger brush up against mine, making a spark fly through my whole body as i tensed up, feeling my cheeks grow red. He interlocked his finger with mine, and swear I was dreaming. Or in a nightmare.

What ever it was though, it felt nice. Comforting. I didn't let go. To distract myself from this hot sensation, I turned to see coach looking regretful.

"Team," he says as we all gave him our attention. He knelt down at eye level. "Guys...I was wrong. And I'm sorry. I forgot about the team."

I was a bit surprised that he was actually owning up to his actions, and I would be lying if I said I saw this day coming. All I know is that he better make his apology Damn good.

"And the team is all I have. All I want...is another chance. Just one more shot." He said, as I felt myself feel a bit better, but not a lot.

All of a sudden, he turned his direction to me, making my team do the same. As they stared at me, I quickly shook of Charlie's finger, pulling my hand away, hoping that nobody saw that interaction.

After all, we're only enemies.

"Lyla, can I have another chance?" Bombay asked with sincerity, putting me on the spot. I felt myself get even hotter than I already was before Charlie's touch, and cleared my throat.

"Um..." I mumble with uncertainty, hastily glancing up at Charlie as he stared at me with reassurance. I looked back at the man, taking a deep breath.

"Yes you can. But this is your last chance, okay? And I expect a leg massage for all the torture I went through." I say, causing a bit of laughter from my teammates as Bombay chuckled to himself. Bombay looked back at us like a changed person.