[Y/n's POV]
I woke up the next morning around 9:00am and decided to make sure my gear was ready. We had to be at the locker by 11 to gear up since the game was at noon. I got my gear together and got a shower. I still had a sick feeling in my stomach, I feel like someone's gonna get hurt.
We all got to the locker room and started getting geared up. I geared up and sat staring into space with the same sick feeling. It was our first game against Iceland. The biggest, toughest team in the tournament. I know for a fact this isn't going to go well.
Luis: babe, babe?
I snapped back to reality.
Luis: babe, are you ok?
Y/n: yeah, I'm just worried about today
Luis: trust me, you'll be ok, plus you have Dean and Fulton
Dean and Fulton walked over.
Dean: yeah, don't sweat it.
Fulton: exactly Conway, when have I ever let you down
Y/n: your right, thanks guys
Fulton: no problem
Dean: now let's get out there and play some hockey!
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We were now in the 2 period and we were getting crushed, I watch from the bench as Adam goes closer to Iceland's net. Closer. Closer. He shot and I was silent. Score!!!!! Adam got is our first point. Adam and I have been close since he joined the Ducks, mostly because Charlie and I were the only ones that weren't completely assholes to him when he joined. So Adam was on of my best friends and I trusted him as much I trusted Fulton which was alot.
I saw Adam throw his hands in the air and skate around the net happy we scored. And then a Iceland player slammed his stick onto Adams right wrist. I got so pissed. Everyone on bench got angry as the red didn't call anything.
Bombay: C'mon red call something!
I looked over as he hunched in pain, my blood boiling.
Y/n: you son of a bitch
I got up and jumped over the side of the box.
Charlie: y/n what are you doing!
I skated over to Adam and grabbed him.
Y/n: hey, hey Adam are you ok?
Adam: I'm fine, that just really hurt
Y/n: ok, let's get you over to the bench.
I started to turn around.
Adam: hey, please make sure coach knows on fine, I don't want to be kicked out of the rest of the tournament, I'm ok, promise me?
Y/n: I promise
Adam: thanks
Y/n: no problem banksie
We both went over to the bench. We ended up loosing big time. 12-1. Honestly, Adam and I have haven't talked a lot since this whole Goodwill games thing, and I miss talking to him. After a he is one of my best friends.