"WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO?" Andrew asked, everyone gathered in the living room.

The group was still processing what they heard the day before. Deciding to calm down for the day, and then discuss things again the following day, the group had relaxed around the house. That didn't go very well for Dylan though, she had stayed up most of the night, thinking of the endless possibilities that could come of this situation. She was happy they were finally talking about it.

"Well I don't know about anyone else, but I'm pissed." Carey stated simply, his arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against the couch.

Evgeni snorted, "you say that again."

"Yeah, I second that," Patrick mumbled.

Alex stood up from his spot at the desk, holding the stress ball he was tossing in the air moments before. "I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm still in. I'm all in, I'm not just gonna roll over and die. I'm still fighting, regardless of what the rest of you say."

Dylan nodded in agreement, hanging her head, her arms crossed over her chest as she sat on the couch. "Me too. Bettman needs to know he can't control us. We're grown ass adults, we should be able to decide whether or not we represent our country."

Jamie sighed, leaning against the desk, "is it really worth it though? Are we just chasing something that will never happen?"

Tyler nudged him, "no. I'm all in. We've made it this far. We've got so many people to speak up. We got this. I'm in."

Everyone muttered there agreements, some more reluctant than others, but said yes nonetheless. The only ones who hadn't said a word were the boys from LA. Everyone looked at them expectedly, they were standing beside each other, leaning against the couch watching everyone intently.

"What? Of course we're in. Bettman better be ready to catch these hands," Jonathan stated, throwing punches at the air.

"So what? We make a video saying we're going on strike? We won't play hockey until they change their minds?" Tavares asked, a little skeptical.

Andrew shrugged from beside him, "sounds good to me."

"Lets get the camera!" Tyler exclaimed, running into the kitchen.

"Before we move forward, is everyone okay with missing at least the pre-season? If not, I understand." Dylan asked, casting quick glances around the room. A few of the boys squirmed, unsure of what to do, but no one spoke up. Everyone stayed silent.

"Alright. Lets do this boys. Bettman better be prepared for a fight. We aren't going down without a fight. And this fights just starting." The girl grinned wickedly, clapping her hands together as she jumped off the couch.

Alex nodded. "We're going to Korea-" He smiled, "-over my dead body are we not going."

[authors note]
i published a new story called "head in
the clouds" about my baby mcjesus!
also theres one more chapter left and idk bout you but im cryinnn