Two

Winston Crowley's pov 

“The barn is full tonight everyone is excited to see The beauty, Winston Crowley and The beast, Orson Vexley after the last game they had together everyone are gathering to see the tension” A commentator said, 

“I am very much excited to see it too” The second commentator said, “Oh, The Arctic reapers are here!” 

My teammates and I skated into the rink as we were announced. Our fans roared in excitement as we waved at them.

“The Arctic reapers looked like they were ready to send the Crimson icehawks back home with no goals” One of the commentators added.

I and my teammates took our place then the lights dimmed, The Crimson icehawks stake into the rink with loud chants.

“All of them are full of themselves” Xavier said, he is the right wing. I glanced at him before looking back at our rivalry team.

Orson raised his stick and hands in the air to the chants of his fans, His gaze settled on me and I could tell he had that stupid smirk on his face.

Then he started skating towards me, “Hey Crowley, Getting ready to lose?” He said cockily as he reached me.

I smiled, “We haven't even played yet” I answered, looking away. 

“Did you watch my interview?” Orson asked, 

“No, I haven't seen it” I lied, keeping a calm face if there's anything I have gotten good at in five years is keeping my emotions intact in front of this man.

Something flickered in his eyes, “be ready to get knocked out,” he said, turning away.

“I hope you play fair” I said, Orson stopped and skated back to me. Our gaze locked, His green one holding something I couldn't decipher.

Closer, too close that I could smell him and it made me step back.

His scent.

It made me feel… dizzy.

And it wasn't irritating but made me uneasy 

“How do you keep calm?” He asked, “Why haven't you break yet?” He whispered, He pushed at my shoulder.

“Are they going to fight before the game begins?” One of the commentators, making Daxton glanced up then stepped away.

“Winston hasn't lost his shit before, I don't think he would break. I don't know how he doesn't get affected by all the rage baiting” Another commentator said.

The truth is that I get affected but I would die first than to let Orson get a reaction out of me.

But I am now scared he would get one because I almost broke at our last game together.

Me and Orson bent with our sticks ready to snatch the puck the instant the referee dropped it.

I looked up at Orson who was grinning at me, not in a good way. His eyes narrowed and I followed it to Martin who is the left wing.

“Is Martin still sloppy?” Orson asked but I didn't respond to him. “Answer me pretty boy”

I felt my cheeks warmed 

Pretty boy.

That's what he calls me everytime we are about to start a period.

“Shut up” I said, watching for the puck.

“They should have benched him but I can help” he said then the puck dropped, distracted Orson snatched the puck skating away but not before giving that damn smirk.

I skated after him but he passed the puck to his teammate, so I turned to follow his teammates who had the puck.

Slam.

I turned and Orson had slammed Martin against the board, the referee blew the whistle before continuing the game.

I exchanged a look with Martin and he signaled that he is okay.

….

 ….

“The Arctic reapers are losing, They have lost two periods to the Crimson icehawks, Leaving them with zero points” The commentators said, I skated towards my team as we gathered around.

“Verxey seems to have his eyes on Martin tonight” Theo said, he is our team’s goalie.

“Yeah…and my body is aching” Martin chuckled, “Guess I have to keep him distracted”

“He doesn't get distracted easily tho, he's too smart and sharp for that” I said, glancing over my shoulder, Orson was already looking at us.

“We have to win” Xavier said, “That asshole had insulted us” 

“Then we should focus, don't let them distract you with their trashy talk” I said, looking at my teammates face as they all nodded.

I patted the ones that are near on their shoulder, trying to ignore the smell of the sweats that made my stomach churned.

“Are you annoyed that I didn't let you have a goal?” Orson said but I refused to be distracted by him. “Ignoring me now? That's is a bad attitude”

When the puck dropped I snatched it as fast I could and staked fast towards the Crimson icehawks’ net.

Ready to shoot and score.

Alpha are fast, so am I too.

I dodged every one of them, my smaller frame did give me a chance to glide past them, then an opening came and shot right between the goalie’s legs.

“That's a five hole!” The commentators shouted and the crowds screamed our fans to be exact.

My teammates yelled happily before staking to me and lifted me up hurling me in the air as they chants my name

My eyes caught Orson’s before he looked away, staking towards his team members.

“You are fast on your feet, you and your team have improved,” Orson said, like he is some kind of inspector but I only smiled knowing he was pissed.

“Stop chirping” I said as I took puck from him and passed it to Martin, 

“Shit’ I heard Orson cursed as he followed Martin, I did the same with the intention of slamming him into the board.

Slam!

Orson hit the board, it didn't take him long before he regained himself. “Nice move, Crowley glad you are learning something. You're no better than me, " he smirked.

I skated backwards, frowning at his words. I was expecting curses…our fans roared as we scored.

We returned to our positions, “Looks like the entire team locked in” The commentators said,

My eyes flickered to Orson, one more goal and My team wins.

“Will The Arctics Reapers win? The two teams are not backing down, especially now that Orson had got slammed into the board. I bet he would be furious”

“Be

careful, he is going to play dirty,” Martin warned but I just nodded, 

“I won't let him win.”