I tightened the grip on my hockey stick as I skated to the center of the rink. My half of the team followed behind me and the crowd in the stands went absolutely wild. I would never get enough of that sound. Hearing people cheering my name always got me pumped and ready to defeat whoever was across the line from me.
I was used to facing off against somebody on another team. But this time, standing on the other side of the dividing line, was my brother, Noah. A cocky smile was spread across Noah’s face. f*****g Noah, he really thought he could beat me.
“You’re looking a little worried, Liam,” Noah said.
“You f*****g wish,” I growled back.
“Hey, remember, this is just a friendly. Although, I might have to go ahead and take something of yours when we do eventually win,” Noah said. H
