A/N: I think you know when to play this song 😉

After the game, everyone showered in the locker room. I decided to shower in my dorm after I go to the laundry room to clean my clothes in the team dorm building.

Getting back to the dorms, it was just getting dark. Connie and Jules still had wet hair from taking their shower in the locker room. Getting into the dorm, I collected all my dirty clothes in my white laundry basket and grabbed a few bucks for the detergent and soap before leaving with my basket in my hands and my money under my one bra strap so I wouldn't lose it. Wearing my dirty clothes down to the laundry room, except my undergarments.

Walking into the laundry room, it was actually a laundry room. A room full of washers and driers in rows, not stacked on each other, and a machine for dispensing soap and detergent, almost like a vending machine.

Putting the dollar into the machine, I pressed the buttons for the detergent and soap I wanted. The little spring-like wheel started turning and it slowly dropped my detergent capsule and soap into the bottom so I could reach my hand in and grab it.

Walking down the one row of washers, I ended up sitting my basket on top. Taking out all of my dark clothes first, bending over and throwing them into the washer before throwing in the detergent capsule.

Someone from behind me cleared their throat, getting my attention. I thought I was Banks, so I decided to chuckle, "Adam, I swear, I am not washing your stinky-" Turning around my smile dropped when I saw the one tall blonde Iceland player. His basket of dirty clothes was sitting on the washer three down from mine.

He was smirking at me, "I'm not Adam," He shook his head. "Darling." His accent was thick while he talking in English.

"I don't have anything to say to you." I then turned to start the washer, biting the inside of my cheek.

"Right," Out if the corner of my eyes, I saw him nod his head. "But you did drop these." He said lowly, making my head turn to face the tall blonde as he held up a pair of black pajama short shorts.

Lunging forward at the tall blonde, I tried to snatch my short shorts out of embarrassment but he raised his arm high in the air, making me jump for my shorts. He chuckled at my gesture, making me huff, "Gimme my shorts." I fluttered my lashes in frustration, placing my hands on my hips.

"Tell me your name, darling." He traced my jawline with his fingers, staring down at me as he did before. Wolf and his prey. He was the wolf. I was the rabbit.

"Then you'll gimme my shorts back?"

"Ja." He said in his Icelandic accent, nodding his head with a cheeky smile on his face, looking down at me.

Huffing once more and rolling my eyes, "It's Victoria." I then jumped as high as I could and snatched my short shorts, flicking my hair at him before walking over to the washer to put my shorts in. Then I started the washer before hopping on top to sit with my basket.

"Aren't you gonna ask me what my name is?" The blonde said while taking out some of his laundry which consisted of some whites, grey, dark grey, navy blue, black, black, black, and even more black clothes before throwing all his blacks in the washer.

"No," I folded my arms over my chest and crossed my legs, kicking off my shoes, leaving me in my socks. "You're an Iceland player. I have no business talking with you," I then paused and started taking some of my lighter colors out. "Besides your a cocky asshole." I stabbed while taking out some of my panties and setting them aside in a separate pile.

The blonde half-chuckled before looking over at me, "That's insulting, darling," He then went back to his laundry, sorting things out on the washer. "My name is Sanderson. Olaf Sanderson."

Huffing, I looked up from doing my laundry, "Did I ask?" Raising my brow at Sanderson.

"Nei."

"Then I don't care." I fluttered my lashes, continuing to do my laundry.

"You really do though. Your just in denial, darling." He retorted.

"No your just full of yourself, Sanderson." I bit the inside of my cheek.

"Besides, I know you enjoyed my little gesture," He smirked while putting his laundry in piles on top of the washer while leaning over it. He was exactly right, it was really bold but hot at the same time. He saw right through me. "I saw you get flustered when you turned away," Sanderson then walked over to me, standing in front of me. "I saw you bite those pretty little lips of yours," He placed both of his arms either side of me, leaning forward while smirking at me, trapping me in between his arms. "Don't lie to me," Shaking his head, he tilted my chin up with his fingers, making me look dead at him in the eyes. "You know you enjoyed it, darling."

He then dragged his fingers down the side of my cheek, making my lips let out a huff, "Maybe I did," I started, going back to my laundry. "But I'm not associating myself with you and you're still full of yourself." Wiggling my way under his arms, down the front of the washer, and standing back up, I grabbed a pile of my delicates and went over to a washer across from the one running.

Sanderson was still leaned against the washer as he chuckled lowly, shaking his head. Turning to open the washer door I heard him walk over to me, "You already have, darling," He chuckled. "And are these yours?"

Whipping my head around, I saw Sanderson dangling a pair of my lace panties by his fingers, smirking at me. My face started turning crimson red as I lunged for my underwear in Sanderson's hands. My face bumped into his solid chest as I reached up for my underwear, he just raised his arm high in the air again.

"Can ya not dangle my delicates in the air-" I jumped to reach my panties while my face still burned.

Raising my brow while placing my hands on my hips, "Ok, well, Sanderson, can ya give me my delicates back?" I cocked my head to the side, biting the inside of my cheek.

"Nei, I like it when you beg, darling." His Icelandic accent was thick as he spoke English.

"Well, I'm not a dog." I snapped, gripping his arm with hot hands. I used all of my strength to rip his arm down to grab my panties from his hand, then I threw it in the other washer with all my other delicates, starting the cycle.

I walked over to the other washer to see if my clothes were ready to be dried, I opened the door, and pulled out the clothes, walking down a little way to put my clothes in the drier. Olaf was apparently following me because when I turned around, I bumped into him again.

"Ya just can't stop following me around," Shaking my head, I pushed passed Sanderson, back over to my other clothes. "Can ya?"

"Nei, I'm just trying to prove a point."

"Ya, what's that?" I started, whipping my head around. "You're an annoying asshole?"

Olaf chuckled at my insult, going back and doing his laundry, "Haha, very funny."

I finished putting the rest of my clothes in the washer and took my delicates out of the washer and exchanged the two loads. Bringing the one load back, I shuffled through the pile, looking for a specific shirt to wear so I could wash the clothes on me. Finally, I found the shirt I wanted, it was a grey tee shirt with "PROPERTY OF HENDRIX" and the Hendrix logo on it with a hockey stick and the American flag printed on the front. It was one of those big baggy tee shirts that looked like a dress. Fulton gave it to me cause he didn't really wear it, so I wore it as a bed shirt.

After my insult I made to Olaf, he didn't talk to me afterward. It was music to my ears to finally not hear him talking and him being so self-absorbed. Olaf apparently brought something with him to do in between cycles. Homework, paperwork, it was something because he sat on top of the washer with his leg crossed helping him prop up a binder so he could write. He clicked the wood pencil against his teeth as he stared at the paper, staring into space.

Biting the inside of my cheek, I decided to quickly change from my dirty clothes into my oversized tee shirt. Once again I looked at Olaf to see if he was looking, thankfully he wasn't, turning around, I took off my jacket and shirt quickly.

I could feel his eyes lingering over me, "Stop staring before I turn around and hit ya in the eyes so ya can't see." I snapped, before pulling the shirt over my head.

He lowly chuckled before I assumed he set his binder down on the washer, cause I heard a sound like a binder hitting the washer, "If you were gonna give me a show, you could have told me." Pulling my arms through the sleeves of the shirt I then pulled my hair out from the shirt before whipping around to face Olaf.

He was unbuttoning his black Polo shirt before I slapped him on the arm, making him wince and rub it. I scowled at him before turning around to get my pants off, "Fiandinn, þú ert of kynþokkafullur." (Damn, your too sexy). I heard Olaf mumble from behind me.

Taking my pants off, I gathered everything together and threw them in the washer together, starting the last cycle, "What was that Sanderson?" Turning to face him, I cocked my head, raising a brow.

"Oh, nothing." He half chuckled, then went back to doing his paperwork.

Nodding my head, "Ya, mmhm." I collected all my clean clothes and placed them into the white laundry basket I had brought with me.

When the last cycle ended and I had put it in the drier, I then slipped on my shoes and carried the basket in my arms, leaving without saying anything to Sanderson, "See your tomorrow night, darling." He stopped my dead in my tracks. Dropping my head, I huffed and continued on my way out of the laundry room.

The Next Morning...

I was awoken by Coach Bombay, shaking my shoulder, "Vicki. Vicki, wake up." He whispered.

"Coach, it's 6 A.M." I groaned, rolling over from my stomach to my side so I wasn't facing him.

"We have a photoshoot with Hendrix today," He flipped me back over. "Remember?" He raised his brow.

Groaning again, I got out of bed and got ready quietly, "Do ya know what they want me to wear?" I whispered to Coach who was making my bed, which he chose to do.

"I would assume your Hendrix stuff." He replied.

Nodding my head, I went over to the boxes of Hendrix clothes and grabbed the black zip down Polo outfit with the specialty Hendrix sneakers and changed in the bathroom. I put my hair into one big side braid, letting it rest on my shoulder.

Coach Bombay quietly walked me out of the dorms where there was a limo outside waiting for us, Mr. Tibbles opened the door from the inside, smiling at me, "Glad you could make it."

"Took her long enough to roll out of bed." Coach Bombay teased as he let me into the limo first.

When Coach got into the limo, I moved over to the seats in front of the two before we left to go to the photoshoot, "I didn't know what to wear-"

"Oh, yeah, that's alright. It was a last-minute thing and we have clothes at the studio for you to change into." Me. Tibbles smiled and started talking to Coach while I stared out the window of the limo.

When the three of us arrived at the studio for the photoshoot, Coach let me out first, before him and Tibbles. Right as I got out Tibbles assistants all swarmed Coach Bombay and I, holding shirts up to my chest and neckties to Coach's neck as they led us inside. The two of us were split apart and sat down in front of a mirror. A lady came up from behind me and started puffing my hair, making me look like I came from the '80s while another girl started covering my face in makeup. Then someone pulled me up and shoved an oversized blue Hendrix hockey jersey in my face and led me into a dressing room where they made me changed into this jersey and nothing else.

"Come on people!" A woman with a headset on clapped her hands I enthusiastically. "Let's do this!" Coach had already gotten a suit on and people were doing last-minute touches before someone stood him up and led him over to a group of younger female models with the oversized Hendrix jerseys and baseball caps on.

The models were all smiling while Coach was oogling over them. Mr. Tibbles then gave Coach a Christian hockey stick, like the ones we were using while Coach stepped on to the platform. Someone then turned on a fan and started blowing wind at Coach. He was a bit shocked but then held out his hand gesturing to the wind, smiling before people started snapping pictures of him. Then the models were brought up to pose with Coach. Mr. Tibbles then led me up to the platform with Coach to pose with him without the models. I really didn't know what to do, or how to stand. My eyes were blinded by the rapid snapping flashes of the cameras.

I then covered my eyes with the back of my hand and waved the other in the air to make everyone stop, "Vic," Coach started, turning around to face me. "Are you ok?"

"Ya," I lied, nodding my head. "I'm fine."

"Hey! Hey! What's wrong?" Mr. Tibbles came striding up to the platform.

Huffing, I rubbed my temples, "Mr. Tibbles," I started. "I don't mean to come off as rude but this doesn't seem like me." I gestured to myself in the oversized jersey half-naked.

"What do you mean?" He shook his head.

"You guys dressing me up like a Barbie doll! That's what I mean!" I snapped, throwing my hands in the air before taking a breather. "If you really want me to pose for pictures, let me wear what I want to wear and get my team in here to pose with me-"

"That's not happening." Tibbles interrupted, shaking a finger at me.

"Then you'll be without me."

Mr. Tibbles sighed while shaking his head, "Bring the team in." He mumbled just loud enough for me to hear.

Hopping off the platform, I went and changed back into my original clothes and combed my hair out in the mirror, then I took the extra makeup off my face.

It took a while before the team arrived at the studio looking around in awe before I ran up to them smiling, "Hey guys!"

"Hey, Vicki!" Connie smiled.

"Hey, Coach." Ken waved.

"Glad ya all could make it for this shoot," I smiled and leaned in to tell them a secret. "I'm not very photogenic and I wouldn't do it without ya."

Everyone laughed and shook their heads, "Aww shut up Coach, ya have a very beautiful face!" Dwayne waved his hand in the air from the back of the team.

"Thanks but let's get everyone prepped!" I clapped my hands and led everyone to the prep crew where Coach Bombay was getting his hair fixed by multiple people at once before turning to smile briefly at the team.

"Hey, team!" He smiled before getting his head turned back to face the mirror.

Everyone greeted Coach, then the prep crew surrounded the team as they looked at their faces and hair to make sure they were alright.

The first pictures were with only Coach and I with our red Christian sticks. Coach was standing beside me leaning on his stick while I had mine over my shoulder.

The next pictures were with Connie and Julie. I called this picture The New Queens of The Rink. Someone had brought up a chair for me to sit in while Julie and Connie stood behind me with one hand on the back of the chair while they held on to sticks.

I then suggested that I do a picture of The Reed Duo. Fulton smiled at his time to shine while a lady took the sticks and the chair away. Fulton and I both sat on the ground and someone put a Team USA jersey folded somewhat on the floor with a Hendrix cap, and a puck. The two of us smiled for the camera as I propped my head in my hand, having my elbow lean against his shoulder.

Coach then brought himself into the picture, bringing all the new players in as the two of us crouched in front of them, holding an oversized Hendrix jersey as we smiled widely for the camera.

Then I brought in the Bash Brothers to pose with. The two had decided to hoist me on to their shoulders, showing off their muscles to the camera while I did the same.

When I was put down, Tibbles was applauding us, "Hey, hey, I got a good one," He smiled. "Since I see you three the most, together," He pointed to Charlie, Banksie, and I. "We get a picture of you three! The Dynamic Trio!" He smiled, gesturing in the air with his hands.

I shrugged at the idea and waved my hand for the two to join me. One of the assistants with the sticks in her hands, gave one to Charlie and Banksie to hold for the picture. The two had decided to hold the sticks in front of them while I placed my hands on their shoulders, raising my brow.

Behind Mr. Tibbles, another lady came running up to him holding what looked like a magazine in her hand as she whispered in her ear. Tibbles nodded and took the magazine, "Vic, you made the cover of Seventeen magazine!" He smiled, holding up the magazine. My eyes went wide as I dashed over and snatched the magazine, the team crowded around me, staring at the magazine cover.

"Hey! Look!" Charlie's face lit up as he pointed to something on the cover. "It's your new nickname!"

"Victoria "The Spirit" Reed?" Jesse scrunched his face.

"Ya, like Julie "The Cat" Gaffney or Adam "Cake-Eater" Banks," Charlie replied, making Jesse shake his head.

"And it looks like your, not the only person to make the front cover," Banksie said lowly pointing to something on the magazine.

Reading the left side of the cover, I saw that Seventeen also interviewed Gunnar and Olaf, "Oh great." I huffed, blowing a piece of loose hair back from my face.