𝐑 𝐎 𝐒 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐄 ' 𝐒    𝐏 𝐎 𝐕

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭...

Every once in a while, we have those ideas.

The ones that aren't our finest moments in our lives and if someone was watching through a television screen, they would shout at us not to do it and shake their heads in disappointment. The ideas that, while may seem good at the time, you know you will regret them the very next day. But that doesn't stop you from doing it.

This is not one of my smartest ideas.

Even with Cara repeatedly having told me so ever since we left the apartment and got to the hockey arena, I know it isn't. Nearing midnight, Boston stands illuminated by the streetlights and the nightlife. Skyscrapers that still have workers inside light up the city, the bars and the nightclubs remain as vibrant as ever.

Yet, even as the hustle and bustle of the city of Boston continues throughout the night, the part of campus Cara and I are at is a ghost town. Aside from having seen a few stumbling students on our walk here, the place is deserted, which is exactly what we need for what is about to go down.

"This is a stupid idea."

My head peers around the corner of the arena building as my eyes focus on the young night guard who stands stoic at the entrance of the arena doors. Cara's voice grumbles behind me, her breath hitting the back of my neck as she stands close to me, also looking around the building. Her statement is not wrong. Tonight could end horribly wrong if we get caught. That will be interesting to explain to my parents.

I roll my eyes at her. "Then why did you come?"

"I said it was stupid. I didn't say I wanted to miss out on all the fun," Cara says, as if it's obvious. I chuckle and turn around to face her. Our black outfits match aside from the black beanie on my head and the black flat cap on hers. "Roman is going to know it's you."

"That's the whole point. It took three car washes to get everything off. Did he use superglue or something? The car wash people were looking at me like I was crazy," I tell her, and her lips tip up in a smile that she tries to conceal.

"That's totally not funny." Cara shakes her head, trying to hide her amusement.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up." I smile before I take out a prop out of my bag. "Anyway, I plan to make sure he knows it's me."

Cara takes it from me and looks at it before raising her eyebrow. "Really? A mini-Hollywood sign prop. Where did you even get this from?"

I shrug. "Amazon."

"We need to get your Amazon addiction under control once we're done here," Cara reminds me and points the prop at me. I snatch it back off her before placing it back in my bag.

"Like I don't notice all the packages that arrive at our apartment with your name on," I taunt with an evil grin.

"Are we doing this yet?" Cara changes the topic with her arms crossed as she looks anywhere but me. Chuckling, I allow the topic to change before I peer my head around the corner once more and nod my head in response.

"Quick question. Where did you get the crowbar from?" I question the object that is sitting in my backpack, and she smiles sheepishly.

"I'm from New York." Cara shrugs and I decide to not ask any other questions. Explaining to Cara the plan of how to get into the arena, she nods in agreement before we stand up straight and make our way around the corner in the direction of the arena entrance.

"I told you, you shouldn't have drunk too many martinis. We have a long walk back to the apartment," I exasperate, loud enough for the guard to hear. Faking a conversation of events that did not happen, Cara plays along.

"How much further?" Cara whines, throwing her head back in a sigh as she does her best to walk in a jagged line, as if she is tipsy.

The guard steps forward the closer we get. Since the area is deserted, he looks surprised to see people. "Can I help you ladies?"

"Oh perfect, hi, yes. Are we ok to go inside quickly so we can use the bathroom? We've had a lot to drink and the walk back to our apartment is still twenty minutes." I place my hand on my heart, giving him the best 'do us a favor' look I can muster.

"I really shouldn't," The guard tuts, and my eyes flicker over to Cara.

"Please." Cara places her manicured hand on his arm. "It would really mean a lot."

The fluttering of the eyes, the touching, the hair flip...bingo!

"Just don't tell anyone I let you guys in. Do you need an escort?" The guard takes the keys out before opening the entrance door.

"Oh no, we've been in the arena before to watch hockey games. We know where it is." I wave him off. He nods his head before motioning for us to enter as he looks around, and we thank him profusely before we make our way through the arena.

The main arena has some emergency night lights on but as soon as we get to the hallway that leads to the offices, bathrooms, and locker rooms, I take a torch from my bag, the darkness in front of us making it impossible to see.

"You know, we'd make great secret agents," Cara mumbles, as we walk through the hallways, my torch flashing against each door we come across to see if it's the locker rooms.

"Aside from the fact the guard has seen our faces and there are security cameras," I mention, and she waves me off. I chuckle and finally find the locker room. "Ok, you stay out here and keep watch."

Cara nods her head and I head inside the locker room, flashing my torch against the rows of lockers. All of them have the last names of the players. Finding Roman's locker, I take off my bag and take out the crowbar, superglue, the can of glitter and the Hollywood prop. Before I can even place the crowbar into his locker, the door opens.

"Hey?" Jumping, I turn my head and see Cara pop her head into the locker room. "Want anything from the vending machine?"

My jaw drops and eyes widen. "Cara! We're committing a felony, not watching a hockey game."

She purses her lips. "So, that's a no?"

"Bring me some hot Cheetos," I grumble, and she puts her thumbs up before closing the door. "Secret agent, my ass."

Picking up the crowbar, I place it into the side of his locker and struggle to get it open. This looks a lot easier in the movies. Hearing the door open, I sigh in relief at Cara's re-appearance.

"Good, you're back. Come help me with this. You also better not have forgotten my hot Cheetos," I turn around before a flashlight is shone in my face and the night guard stands there with a pissed off look on his face.

Well, shit.

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The silence in the office is deafening. No one has made a sound since Roman arrived, as if one word will create chaos. Roman's stare is already practically shouting at me right now. Coach sighs, rubbing his temples before his chair scrapes back and he stands up. Leaning his hands on his desk as he looks between Roman and I.

"Does someone want to tell me why I had to come down here past midnight because I got a call saying someone had tricked their way into the arena to vandalize a locker?" Coach questions and Roman and I look at each. Before either of us can talk, Coach pipes up again as he shakes his head. "You know what? I don't even want to know."

"Where's your partner in crime?" Roman speaks up for the first time and I turn to look at him, giving a lazy shrug and looking as innocent as I can.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

Roman scoffs. "Please. There is no way Cara let you come down here on your own to do this."

Thankfully, when the guard brought me into Coach's office to wait for him and Roman, I managed to text her, telling her I was caught and to wait at the car for me, so she doesn't get in trouble. Something she is going to kick my ass for later.

"She's safely tucked away in bed as we speak," I beam, and he scowls at me. "I hope you know that trick you pulled on my car took three washes to get off."

His Cheshire cat grin and gleaming eyes show his pride in what he did. "I'll do a better job next time then."

"Clearly, you both know each other. Whatever you two have going on, shut it, for five minutes!" Coach booms and I jerk back, earning a chuckle from Roman who is used to it, and I shoot a scowl his way, as does Coach.

"Right, sorry Coach." Roman coughs and I mouth 'suck up' to him.

"Now, since there was no actual property damage to anything, I won't get the police involved," The coach mentions, and I sigh with relief. That one would have been hard to explain to my parents. "However, considering your little stunt and what you pulled with her car, I think it's only fair there is some sort of punishment."

"The car has nothing to do with damage to the arena, Coach." Roman tries to get out of the punishment.

"Roman, I don't want to hear a word out of you, especially if that captaincy spot is going to be yours next year. I can't have potential captains pulling stunts like you have," Coach warns Roman, who looks defeated as his shoulders slump. "So, for the rest of the year, Rosalie, you will help Roman teach the little hockey team."

"Coach, no." Roman's eyes widen, as do my own.

"I can't even skate or know how to play hockey," I voice my own reasonable opinion.

"That doesn't surprise me." Roman scoffs and I shoot a glare his way.

"I don't want to hear it. Rosalie, you can help set up for the lessons and help with the kids. Roman will continue doing all the teaching and the skating. Is this a deal?"

Crossing my arms, my eyes flicker over to Roman, who is also looking at me. Both of us are not arguing with Coach as we are thinking the same thing.

Like we have any other choice.

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「 Cara going to the vending machine while committing a crime is a mood!

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