** Place the same disclaimer as everyone else has here.**
~I'm using my character from Hear no evil See no evil, Kory Montel as the OC in this story, because she's now my favorite creation.~
I guess if you're reading this story, you're a fan of the Mighty Ducks. But I'm sure it would be safe to say, you've never heard of me. My names Kory Montel, I'm a seventeen year old Junior at Eden Hall and I'm the reason, that the worlds greatest romance, didn't last. Go ahead and hate me, I'm use to it by now. I still walk around on egg shells around the Ducks, even if they say I'm forgiven. I know better, I know I broke the unbreakable, sunk the unsinkable and ruined the one thing that they could all count not to change. I'm the enemy.

How I did it, I'm not sure. I mean, I'm not saying I'm a bad catch or anything. I've been told I'm attractive, I'm average height, my eyes are kind of aqua and my hair's the color of caramel (not quite brown not quite blonde). I'm talented and friendly, I try to be a good listener and talker. And it's not like everything was fairy tale perfect of Connie Moreau and Guy Germaine before I came around, it's just I didn't even want to get in the middle. Sure I liked Connie, but I never wanted to come between them, I never even told her how I felt. I just don't get it.

I walked into my new dorm room, a week before school started Junior year, to find this really pretty brunette sitting at her desk, tapping her pencil in rhythm with the CD that was playing. I stood there watching her for a few minutes, trying to count the taps of the pencil. She was wearing a hockey jersey that said Germaine across the back and I wandered if that was her last name. The rooming board had conveniently forgot to tell the name of my roommate, or even if we shared any interest. From the look of it though, we didn't, I was not and still into hockey.

"Jesus, I didn't even hear you come in." She said, with a smile.

She had a really pretty smile.

"Hi, I'm Kory, Kory Montel." I stuck my hand out to her, and as she took it I noticed her grip was firm and strong but her skin was soft.

"I'm Connie Moreau, it's nice to meet you." She got out of her chair and crossed the room, turning her stereo off. "So Kory, I detect a bit of an accent, where are you from?"

"All over." I answered "I'm a military brat, my dad's a Marine."

"Really? That's nifty. I've never been out of Minnesota, well with exception of the Good Will games, we went to California."

"We?" I asked putting down the duffel bag that was hanging from my shoulder.

"Yeah, me and my hockey team. We were team USA a few years ago." She sits down on the bed that I assumed was hers since it had sheets on it and pulled out a photo album from underneath it. "Here, come see."

I walked over toward the bed and sat down beside her. The album was huge, and was broken into sections that had those tabs things like in a notebook so you know what subject to open to. One read Peewees, another said USA and the rest went consecutively in school years, only Freshmen and Sophomore being filled.

The first page in the section she opened to held a picture of a group of thirteen year old kids with gold medal around their necks and huge smiles on their faces. Connie was in the front row sandwiched between two blondes, one a blue eyed guy the other a green eyed girl. The boy was cute by most people's standards but not my type and the girl was pretty but she seemed sort of tough. I wasn't into to tough chicks. Plus Connie, she was physically the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen, so my assessment of Julie may have been unfair, since anyone would look less attractive standing near Connie.

"Wow, you all look really close." I stated as she turned the page.

"We are, some of us have been friends since we were in diapers." Then came the answer to the unasked question, on the next page was a picture of just her and the blonde boy. "That's my boyfriend Guy."

"He looks nice."

She sighed and closed the book, putting it down.
"He is sometimes, everyone says he's whipped. I dunno if I'd say that, but we've been seeing each other since we were like nine."

I nodded.
"So how come you're not rooming with that Julie chick?"

"I was last year, but we ran into some problems. I'm a complete slob, Julie is a neat freak. Other then loving hockey, I'm pretty girly, Jules is lifts weights and stuff. Then there was the obstacle of her wanting to use the room when her boyfriend Scooter visited from college and me not wanting to have to hang out in Guy's room. We had this big fight at the end of last year, landing us in this situation. Tell me about you."

"Let me think. Well… I play the violin, swing dance, am almost completely deaf and know six ways to kill a man with my bare bands." I told her in one breath.

"Wait, back up. You're deaf?"

"Seventy percent."

"Then how do you know what I'm saying?"

"I can read lips, so you better not try talking about me, when you think I'm to far to hear you, cuz I don't need to." I grinned.

"Oh, I see. I'll have to keep that in mind. So what are your feelings about hockey, do you play?"

I shook my head.
"I can't even skate, so I guess I'm not really interested in it since I can't play it."

She looked at the clock and frowned "I've got hockey practice in ten minutes, I was going to ask if you wanted to come. I guess I'll go and let you get settled in, since you're not interested in it. I'll be back later."

"Okay. We'll talk more then."

"Yeah. Bye." She waved picking up her gear and leaving the room.

"I think I'm going to like it here." I declared to myself as I started unpacking, at least I had a cool roommate.