So I'm going to assume that the ducks were all freshman in the last movie (D3) and that it's now three years later, from 1996 or whatever, it's 1999 . . . idk, I'm trying here, all you need to know is that the ducks are juniors and my character is a sophomore . . . hope you like it . . . :-)

CHAPTER ONE

"Ms. Justin, I think you'll find Eden Hall a very good school to have transferred to," the Dean of the school told me with a smile and I rolled my eyes.

"I'm sure it's no different than the others," I muttered, looking around the room. A large tank caught my eyes and I raised an eyebrow but as I got closer, I smiled slightly.

"Brazilian Fire Ants," he stated and I glanced at him before sighing.

"So, when do I meet this Orion character?"

"Right now, if you'd like."

"Well, I think meeting the guy who calls the shots, deciding if I stay or leave, is a pretty big priority." He smiled in agreement, gesturing to the door and I picked up my large duffle bag, following him out. As we walked around the rather large campus, I thought it looked more like a college than high school but shook my head as he stopped in front of the ice. I looked out, seeing a group of sweaty teens. I say teens because there were two girls in the group.

"Dean Buckley," the coach barked in acknowledgement before finishing his lecture to the kids, who I assumed were the hockey team due to their attire, "Alright, shower up, nice practice guys."

"Coach Orion," Dean Buckley smiled, creepy for an old guys . . . I shook my head, looking at the man before me, "This is Krysta Justin."

"Krysta," he smiled, shaking my hand, "I've heard many things about you from your father."

"I'm sure you have," I muttered, looking around the ice arena, not missing the glance between the adults.

"Well, I'll leave you with Coach Orion," Dean Buckley said after a while and I shrugged, stepping closer to the plastic that separated the ice from the seating. My eyes traced each cut in the ice and I felt my hand twitch for my pencil but shook my head again, turning to see Orion staring at me.

"What?"

"Nothing." I rolled my eyes, following him as he walked off and I assumed I was to follow. He led me into the locker room and my eyes widened slightly when I saw some of the boys shirtless. One in particular, I couldn't really take my eyes off. His body was sculpted with muscles of not only an athlete and the lines in his toned chest were extremely defined. "Ducks, this is Krysta Justin, the new equipment manager."

"Of course," I folded my arms. Just like my father had said, he was going to make sure I couldn't get into trouble. Ya see, I'm not exactly what most people'd call a people person. I'm more of a 'get the fuck outta my face' type of person as he councilor from my last school described me.

"Hey, Krysta," a boy with a boyish smile waved, "I'm Charlie Conway, Captain of the team, nice to have you here." He stuck out his hand but I stared at it before smirking.

"Of course it is." Confusion swam through his eyes as he pulled his hand back but the smirk stuck to my lips. I held the gaze with a mocking stare until he looked away and shook my head, turning back to Orion who was talking to a blonde girl.

"Krysta," Orion called, thinking I'd be talking to someone I guess because he was surprised to find me waiting for him to address me again, "This is your roommate, Julie Gaffney."

"Hi," she smiled friendly but I just looked her over before sighing and turning to Orion again.

"Where is my room?" I could feel shock in the air but I shook it off, not really understanding why they were so surprised. What'd they expect me to do, jump for joy? I was being forced to come here and if I didn't behave, I'd be 'home schooled' by my father. My father, the General, yeah, you could say I'm a little more than happy for another chance. Don't get me wrong. I love my dad, but he's hardcore, I swear, it's scary.

"Just wait here I guess," Julie sighed and I realized Orion was gone. Guess I missed the answer during my rant of my father's army-ness. Yup, that's right, I'm an army brat, fun huh? If you like moving around, not staying long enough to even try to get to know people fun, then by all mean, trade with me and I'd be happy to prove you wrong. But this time was different. He promised he'd let me stay till graduation if I made an effort, so I promised to try. Member my lack of people skills, yeah that makes it kinda harder. "Ready?"

"Huh?" I blurted out dumbly and she laughed.

"You ready to go?"

"Yeah," I muttered, lifting my large bag again. We walked out of the ice arena in silence and she shoved her hands in her pockets.

"So where're you from?" she asked, looking over in my direction.

"All over," I shrugged.

"What do your parent's do?"

"My dad's a General in the Army," I stated, shifting my bag to my other shoulder.

"And your mom?"

"I dunno," I laughed slightly, "Haven't seen her since I was two, my parents got divorced."

"Oh, sorry," she said but I shook my head.

"It's all good, at least she's not dead, right?" She nodded, a small smile playing her lips and I looked back out to the front, seeing a pole. Jumping out of the way, I squeaked slightly and she laughed. Glaring at her, I folded my arms. "Jesus thanks for telling me."

"Sorry," she managed but I rolled my eyes, walking into the building we had stopped at but stopped to wait for her in the lobby. I hated not knowing my way around, it made me feel stupid. "I think your keys in the room."

"Well that's reassuring." She let out a laugh and I raised an eyebrow. She was weird, I had decided.

"C'mon," she shook her head, a smile lighting her face. I trudged after her and grumbled how stupid it was that the dorms were so far from the arena. "It's from freshman year. We just never moved."

"You're all a bunch of lazy asses," I huffed, folding my arms.

"And you're a two year old," she stated, raising an eyebrow at my behavior making me smirk. I took my bag off my shoulder and dragged it the rest of the way. "Jesus, are you serious?"

"What?" I asked slowly but heard the rock music coming from the room across the hall, "Is it too late to go buy some ear plugs?"

"Uhg, you're gonna need them," Julie muttered, opening the door, "I can buy them when I go out tonight. No, wait, you should totally come."

"Yes because I totally go places I have no idea about, what're you talking about, Gaffney?" She rolled her eyes.

"Are you always like this?"

"Yeah," I shrugged, "Sarcasm is part of my-.

"I meant bitter actually."

"I'm not bitter!" I said slightly offended but she laughed.

"Jeez, no need to get all upset," she muttered, glaring at the door for a second, "So you want to come?"

"You still have yet to tell me where," I reminded her and she rolled her eyes.

"The Ducks are hanging out at a diner, Charlie, the captain's, mom works there. They have he best cake." She was practically drooling as she spoke but I didn't bother pointing this out, I couldn't even think because of the music from across the hall.

"Right, I'm going to turn off that music," I muttered, walking out the door and slamming my fist against the door covering the chaos that was obviously going on in the room. No one answered. So I twisted the knob and it was unlocked. Opening the door, I saw two teenaged boys, air-guitaring on their beds. To say it was the funniest thing I've seen is an understatement. I was barely able to keep standing from laughing so hard. When I looked up to see the flushed faces, I bent over, laughing all over again. "Holy shit, you guys looked so, ha, Jesus Christ."

"Krysta?" I heard Julie from behind me, probably because the noise had not stopped but was louder, due to the open door. I pointed at the boys frozen on the bed and she stifled a laugh. Finally snapping out of their trance, one jumped off the bed, turning off the music.

"Wow, that was definitely something," I grinned, leaning against the doorframe. I recognized the one who was still standing on the bed as the boy from the locker room and momentarily my mind went back to the scene.

"Krysta!" Julie's voice snapped me out of the memory and I looked at her, "Jeez, drool any more and you'll need a mop."

"Oh, fuck you," I rolled my eyes, straightening, glancing at the boy again before leaving.

"I was just kidding-."

"Yeah I know," I shrugged, "Sorry, it's how I talk."

"You really don't hang with people much do you?" she asked, tilting her head and I shrugged.

"Being an army brat means moving before making friends."

"Nah," she shook her head, "My best friend was an army brat, but she kept in contact with all her friends."

"Let's just say, keeping in contact isn't really my thing," I smiled.

"Yeah, well you aren't getting rid of me, roomie, you're stuck here," she grinned and I laughed. Julie Gaffney was all right, I decided, maybe I could break my rule; it sure would make this whole school thing easier.