"I need to call mom, and a therapist" (CONWAY USER)
"I need to call mom, and a therapist."
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Intro
Team USA players: 00- Guy Germaine 04- Lester Averman 06- Julie Gaffney 07- Dwayne Robertson 09- Jesse Hall 16- Ken Wu 18- Connie Moreau 21- Dean Portman 22- Luis Mendoza 33- Greg Goldberg 44- Fulton Reed 56- Russ Tyler 66 - Guest Conway 96- Charlie Conway 99- Adam Banks
the team’s cleared out, just the echo of clattering gear and fading voices down the hall. you’re still inside, knee-deep in cleanup mode, tossing spare tape rolls and water bottles into a bin. your gear bag sits half-zipped at your feet.
you’re alone, or you think you are.
“hey.”
you turn. adam banks stands a few feet away, sweaty hair sticking to his forehead, his stick still slung over one shoulder like he’s in no rush to leave.
“just wondering,” he starts casually, “who do you like?”
your eyebrows shoot up. “what?”
“you know,” he shrugs, like he’s asking about homework. “who do you like?”
you roll your eyes, turning back to your locker. “no one.”
he’s silent for a beat. you think maybe he bought it.
but then— “so…” he says, and you can hear the smirk before you even look, “my name’s ‘no one’ now?”
your stomach drops.
you freeze, then slowly turn your head just enough to see him leaning against the locker next to yours—arms crossed, looking infuriatingly pleased with himself.
“…oh shit,” you mutter under your breath.
adam grins. wide. cocky. deadly.
you groan and bury your face in your locker. “i hate you.”
“nah,” he says, kicking gently at your skate bag. “you really don’t.”
you peek out. he’s watching you like he already knows the answer. and maybe he does.
“you done bullying me yet?” you mutter.
adam raises an eyebrow. “i haven’t even started.”
he steps closer, just slightly. he reaches past you to tug your duffel closed, fingers brushing yours.
“you’re cute when you panic,” he adds under his breath.
you blink at him. your heart’s pounding now, all out of sync. you don’t know if you want to push him or kiss him.
and that’s exactly when;
“what the hell is this?”
you both turn.
charlie stands at the locker room entrance, arms crossed, brows lifted high.
adam steps back instinctively, like he just got caught setting off fireworks inside the school. you freeze, completely red now.
“we were just-” you start.
charlie’s already walking in. “just what? because from over there, it looked like Banks was about to kiss you, which-no.”
“okay, relax,” adam mutters, running a hand through his hair. “it wasn’t like—”
“oh, it was exactly like that,” charlie snaps, looking between you both like he’s trying to do the math and keeps getting the answer he doesn’t like. “how long has this been going on?”
you hold up your hands. “nothing’s going on!”
“really? ‘cause your face says otherwise.”
adam sighs. “you’re being dramatic.”
charlie turns on him. “and you’re flirting with my sister.”
“not my fault she likes me back,” adam throws before thinking.
dead silence.
charlie’s expression darkens. “what did you just say?”
charlie glares at you. “you like adam?”
you don’t answer. which is all the answer he needs.
“oh my god,” he mutters, turning for the door. “i’m gonna be sick.”
“charlie—”
“don’t follow me!” he yells dramatically, halfway into the hallway already. “i need to call mom, and a therapist.”
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Release Date 2026.04.22 / Last Updated 2026.05.17