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𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 :

➔ you're gonna be okay , just keep your eyes on me. ➔ don't move - you're going to make it worse. ➔ it's not that bad. ➔ you saved me once before , now it's my turn. ➔ you fucking idiot , you weren't supposed to take the hit for me. ➔ i told you not to do that! now look! ➔ you're lucky that i know basic first aid , or you'd be dead! ➔ stay with me, okay? stay awake. ➔ i'll be as gentle as i can be , i promise. ➔ you're bleeding - oh my god , you're bleeding. ➔ you told me it was a scratch , this is not a fucking scratch! ➔ there's so much blood. ➔ next time you want to play here , just don't. ➔ stop fighting me and let me help! ➔ you're banned from doing anything remotely dangerous. ➔ you could have died , what were you thinking? ➔ if you die on me , i'm going to be pissed off. ➔ you didn't have to be so reckless just to prove a fucking point. ➔ the wound will heal but you'll have a scar.

𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 :

adam was pretty good at holding his own, but he could be easily swayed as well. he fell victim to peer pressure more often than not. back in grade school, he would joining in on bullying just so he could fit in with friends who didn't hesitate to pick on others. he also found himself going along with risky dares from time to time, even when he wasn’t comfortable, just to avoid getting teased. "the 'rite of passage'... so, in other words, you mean hazing?" he questions jokingly, a smile tugging at his lips. "look, if i'm going to agree to this, i need to know what we're doing first. otherwise, it's a no-go for me."

she scanned the room, taking in all of the tired faces around her. everyone in the room looked defeated and ready to go. which she couldn't fault them for; she'd caught a glimpse of jensen screaming at them earlier. and this was only a practice. "oh, yeah," she said, her voice laced with sarcasm, "it sure does reek of team spirit in here." the girl grimaced as he called himself desirable. honestly, she couldn’t imagine herself ever thinking that about him. any of the hockey boys, really. she had a pretty good idea what the majority of them were like. "it’s sweet you think i wanted you to keep me company," she gave a quick laugh, shaking her head. "but no thanks— i’m just here for the twenty bucks."

she spent most of her life on the ice. and when she was off it, she was usually buried in her schoolwork. there wasn't much time for anything else— or at least, that's what she told herself. especially if she ever wanted a real shot at the olympics. that focus of hers came with a cost, though. friendships didn't last long, not because people didn't try, but because she didn't know how to keep up. social stuff never came easy to her, and between training and studying, it always felt like there just wasn’t room. but she's trying to make it now. "there's this go-kart place nearby," caryn begins. "maybe you can show me some of your racing skills." she adds with a playful grin. it's probably silly to someone like him, but she thinks it could be fun. "or is that kind of thing too low-stakes for you?"

"not many positive influences in your life, i presume?" he questions, tilting his head slightly. the boy came from a 'no play' household— which is a bit ironic, considering his father was a retired hockey player. but it was up to chance to believe in himself; the people around him certainly weren't going to do it for him. maybe that's why he's so positive now. he had to be. the brunette comes to a halt at the center, pulling a puck from the pocket of his sweats and casually tossing it onto the rink. "you seem nervous," he points out, noticing the uncertainty in her expression. "which by the way, you shouldn't be. being on the ice is a breeze compared to what you do." he said truthfully, skating around a rink was nothing against driving a car at full speed. "let’s make this fun! winner gets whatever they want— dinner, money, bragging rights... you name it."