The Meeting

I'm still going on with my Childhood Love Not Yet Dead story, but the computer deleted my next chapter. In the mean time I wrote this. Hope you like and review.

Jay stepped out onto the ice with a roll of her eyes. Does he always have to be embarrassing? she thought, watching her twin brother act like a moron. Jay Portman did a few laps, she and her brother crossing paths and high fiving. She could see the Ducks glaring at her from their various places on the ice, but she also noticed the male hockey players (which was almost all of them) let their eyes wonder. To stop them, she knocked a few on the ground, much like her brother did. She did notice a girl glaring at her though.

The curse of the Portmans! Developing early and having a more intriguing figure then most. All five of her brothers had six-packs and towered over people their age. She, whilst of average height, had a reasonably large chest that was still developing.

She wasn't going to let them bother her though, she wanted to be part of Team USA and she wasn't going to let a few boys only just noticing the female gender get in her way. She sent them her 5.1 glare when they didn't stop, which was 'piss-off-and-stop-looking-at-my-chest-before-I-kick-you-in-the-nads-with-my-skates-on' glare. They took the hint and looked at her brother, who was still skating around, causing havoc.

She heard the coach, or at least who she thought was the coach, and another man talk about her brother, then her.

"That guy's a teenager?"

"Uh, yeah, hormones."

"He's a goon."

"They're called enforcers, Gordon, and you're going to need them when you face Iceland. He and his twin sister are both a force to be reckoned with."

The Ducks obviously didn't like her brother's behaviour because suddenly Jay found the Ducks yelling at the new players and vice-versa. She was looking at some boy with curly brown hair and dark eyes. His face was covered with a deep scold. Suddenly a shrill whistle broke through the arguments. A young man, Gordon that looked to be twenty-nine stood next to a shorter, older man. Whenever Gordon tried to take control, the older man would cut him off. Eventually Gordon, demanded the older one handed over the whistle he had, proclaiming he would get it back at the end of the school year.

As the twins went to scrimmage against the Ducks, Dean raised an eyebrow at Jay's look. Jay scolded and pulled a face at him. Dean just snorted before skating off into position. She was wearing the typical hockey gyre, with her black jersey and no sleeves, but it was her makeup. Their mother had told her to have a 'clear' face for a good impression; instead she had heavy eyeliner framing her pale green eyes and her trademark black lipstick. With her dark brown hair in a bob, she looked quite frightening when she scolded.

The boy with the Texas accent had the puck and a Duck was after it. Charging forward, Jay slammed her shoulder into the boy's chest. With an unflattering grunt, the boy fell backwards and hit the ice. Looking him in the eyes, Jay smiled. "You alright, big boy?"

"How did you do that?" he groaned from the ground, a hand on where Jay hit him.

"Skill!" With a smirk, Jay skated off, leaving the boy to pick himself up off the ground. The next one she knocked down was a Duck with the puck, someone called Banks before she knocked another, this one the female that kept glaring at her, and she still didn't look happy.

Suddenly everyone ducked for cover (no pun intended).

"What a bunch of wusses!" Dean laughed, smiling at her.

Turns out they weren't. The boy Jay had first knocked to the ice hit the puck and it went soaring towards the goals, shutting her brother up in the process. The black rubber hit the piping before bouncing off, hitting the roof and pelting down to hit the small man from earlier on the head. The small man fell to the ground, unconscious.

The woman he had been talking with quickly grabbed a towel and folded it up, putting it under his head as the hockey players rushed over. After a few moments his eyes started to flutter open.

"Mr. Tibbles? Oh, Mr. Tibbles, are you okay?" she asked.

"Oh, I'll have a cheese burger and fries with a chocolate shake!" Mr. Tibbles stated, still in a daze.

The woman laughed, looking up with a friendly smile. "I think he'll be fine. Oh, sorry, he didn't have a chance to introduce us. I'm Michelle MacKay, the team's tutor."

"I'm Coach Bombay, the team's coach." He laughed at the stupidity of his joke.

"Who said we needed a tutor?" Banks asked with a frown.

"I don't need no tutor!" Dean declared.

"Says the boy with horrid grammar," retorted Jay with a smirk.

"Miss MacKay," said one boy, slinging his arm over the woman's shoulders. "We're America's team here. Shouldn't we only be focusing on hockey?"

There was a round of agreement.

"Why, that's not a bad idea…"

"Call me Goldberg."

"Goldberg, yes, school will be optional," assured the teacher and Jay just waited for the but. "However, if you don't attend, you won't be eligible to play."

Everyone groaned just before Coach Bombay dismissed them to get cleaned up. Jay went to the girl's changing rooms to take a shower. When she was done she put on her skinny leg, black jeans and a loose red top that had no sleeves and hid her chest a little but at the same time showed that she was fit. Over that she put her leather jacket. She then reapplied her makeup. As she was putting on her black lipstick, both other girls on the team walked out of the showers.

"Hey, I'm Julie," a blonde girl introduced herself as she toweled her hair.

"Jay," the Portman girl replied, putting her lipstick into her bag and slinging her bag over her shoulder. She then turned to the brunette with hair down her back. "You know, it's rude to glare!"

"Whatever," she snapped, walking over to her belongings. She gave Jay's outfit a ones over with a disapproving scoff.

"You think my clothing is mad? You're wearing mini overalls? With a white flower top underneath. Geez!" Pushing her hair out of her face, which was turning wavy seeing as she hadn't straightened it since her shower, she turned to the goalie. "It was nice meeting you, Julie. Oh, by the way," she turned back to the Duck, "If you think I'm going to go after your little squeeze, don't worry, pretty boys aren't my type. To up themselves."

Jay then walked out of the change room to go find her brother. She found him walking with a nerdy red head with big glasses. "Is that a real tattoo."

"Leave me alone!"

"Yes, Sir," the boy replied, looking scared. When Dean grunted at him, he ran, almost running into Jay.

"Making friends?" Jay asked, making her brother smile. "Hurry the hell up and get changed! I want to get back to the hotel, we promised to ring mom and dad, remember?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm going!" Dean muttered, walking towards the boy's changing room. "Meet me out the front?"

"Alright." Jay headed off in the direction of the front exit but stopped short of entering the foyer when voices reached her ears.

"So you guys crashed the Zambini?" someone asked.

"Yeah, right in front of Coach." A rougher boy's voice laughed.

"So what do you think of the new players?"

"I don't know, Conway. The fast ones good, and cowboys alright, not to sure about the rest though."

"That Portman girl is hot though. Come on, Jesse, you have to admit that."

"Don't let Connie hear you say that, Guy."

"Shut up, Fulton!"

"He's right though, she's hot. But her brother is scary! I asked him about his tattoo and he looked like he was going to kill me."

"Guys, do you only judge on looks?"

There was a collective "Yes!"

"Cake Eater, please say that you noticed that even in hockey gyre she has a huge chest."

"I… may… have noticed, but I also noticed she's one hell of a player."

"Banks, we don't need any more players, especially one as rough as her and her brother."

"Conway, you didn't want me on the team either, remember?"

"This is different! What is he? 18?"

That was enough for Jay. Rounding the corner, she found a group of boys standing together. When she cleared her throat they all jumped and looked guilty. "Actually, his 13. We're twins. And whoever Cake Eater is, he's right…ish. My chest shouldn't matter!"

She could guess that the boy that was blushing was Cake Eater.

"It's Adam… Banks," he introduced himself.

"Jay Portman and that rough boy you were oh so politely talking about is my brother, Dean!" Her voice had a razor sharp edge to it. "You shouldn't judge us on our appearances, but our skill and we have enough skill to get on Team U.S.A, just like you!"

"Jay, what's going on?" Her brother's voice said behind her, full of concern that someone might be hurting his sister in any way.

"Nothing, come on," she replied without even looking behind her. As she made her way to the door, she shot a glance at the only Duck to defend her before quickly looking away.

"Okay, tell me what that was about!" Dean demanded as they walked towards the car that was there to take them back to the hotel.

"It was nothing, they were just criticizing us." Jay sighed as she slid into the back seat next to her brother.

"No, not that! I mean you looking at that boy. Why'd you do that?"

The only down fall with them being twins was, Dean always knew when Jay did something for a pacific reason, and he also knew when she was lying. It worked both ways though.

Jay had no option but to answer truthfully. "He's cute."

"I think this air is getting to you. We should go back to Chicago!" Dean exclaimed, looking revolted.

"There's hot guys in Chicago! What would you rather? Me think a guy is cute or me think a guy is hot?" Jay wagered.

"Damn you."

Jay just laughed at her brother as the driver pulled up out the front of the hotel.

"The car will be here to pick you up at 7am tomorrow," the driver warned as the Portman twins thanked him.

"Why do you have to like him? Why can't you date one of our friends from back home?" Dean asked as they walked towards the lift. "Some one I know will treat you right."

"Okay, firstly: I never said I like him. I said he was cute. And secondly: our friends are… friends. Nothing else! So cool your jets, Little Brother."

"I wish you would stop calling me that." Dean sighed in frustration as the elevator opened to their floor.

"It's not my fault I was born first." Jay stuck her tongue out before slipping into her room, her brother's being next door.