Okay, so here goes a MD fanfic I've been meaning to have up for some time now... Blegh. :) Hope you like.
Priorities
Adam
"You concentrate on hockey more than you concentrate on your studies," my father told me, his voice rising. He was, obviously, not happy with my grades.
I was sitting on a chair in my father's study, unflinching at the tone of his voice. I was used to this… ever since I was a child.
"You still maintain your average, that's true… but I expect A+'s not A-'s, Adam," he continued, pacing around his study. He paces a lot. I don't know why… what I do know is that he does that a lot whenever he talks to me.
"I should hope that you do better next time." He gave me a look and I nodded. Then he motioned me to get out of his study, and I did… with pleasure.
I had more important things to do than listening to my father talk about how stupid I've been. Or how incredibly incompetent I've been. It was getting old really. The more I try to impress him, the more he manages to see fault in it and criticizes me.
So what else should I do? Play hockey of course.
I pulled on my skates and grabbed my hockey stick from the closet. I looked back at my father's open door and sighed. No sense of letting him know I was going out for awhile. It's not like he would really care… I've gone out loads of times and he's never noticed. He never notices… unless it has something to do with my grades. Or if I'm physically hurt. Other than that, he notices absolutely nothing.
I skated towards the community skating rink and did a few laps. Skating always cleared my head. I don't why… it just does. I dropped the puck I had in my hand and started hitting it over to the goal a few times. I skated and hit another goal.
Skate. Hit.
Skate. Hit.
Skate. Hit.
Skate. Hit.
Skate. Hit.
The more I skated, the stronger I hit the puck. I was angry. I was pissed.
I couldn't take all the lectures anymore. I wanted to scream. I wanted to beat the life out of someone. I don't know what I wanted to do more… I just wanted to hurt something or someone so badly. I hated everything around me.
I hated myself.
"Slow down there, boy," someone said from behind me and I looked at the person who spoke.
It was a girl just about my age. It wasn't very bright there so I couldn't make out any of her features like what color her hair was or what her eyes looked like. All I could see was that she was holding a hockey stick and wearing skates.
She was also smirking.
"You must be really pissed to be hitting your puck like that," she said, smirking still. She skated towards me and smiled. "Whoever you want to beat up… well, think it over first. It might not be a very good idea."
She held out her hand. "I'm Rachel Madison, by the way. Sorry if I suddenly showed up—completely blowing your anger management routine you had going here."
I had to smile. I liked how she was so straightforward.
I took her hand and shook it. Her hand was a perfect fit in mine and it was soft. I smiled again and she smiled back.
"I'm Adam Banks," I said and her eyes widened.
"So you're a Duck?" she asked, grinning. I was taken back. Oh so she knew about the Ducks and me.
"Yeah, number 99," I answered, nodding. Rachel laughed and leaned on her hockey stick.
"Yeah, I know… I watched the JV/Varsity game. Your team is really good," she said, looking at me.
I nodded again and smiled. "Thanks."
Rachel grinned. "So you want to hit a few more goals?" she asked, playfully hitting me with her hockey stick. I shrugged and grinned.
"Why not?"
She laughed and skated past me and over to the puck. I went after her and blocked her, but she sidestepped me and before I knew it she had hit the puck into the goal. I was dumbstruck.
Rachel was really good.
We played a few more times before we fell onto the ground, panting. She grinned at me and tucked her hair behind her ear. We were under the light now, so I could see her properly. She had light brown hair and hazel eyes… she was really pretty.
I had to smile.
"That was a nice practice," she said, grinning at me. Rachel seemed to like smiling a lot. I liked that.
"Yeah, it was great work out," I replied, grinning as well.
We stared up at the night sky. The moon was out that night and was full. It looked better than the last time I looked at it. It must be because I was pissed most of the time to really notice it before.
"It's nice out," she murmured. I nodded in agreement.
We laughed at the same time and just looked at each other. There wasn't anything remotely funny around but we laughed at the same time. It was weird.
She smiled and I felt my hands grow cold.
This was new.
I smiled back.
We didn't say anything else after that. We just continued to look the moon… then after a few minutes, we stood up and said our goodbyes.
I went out, angry… and came home feeling refreshed and… happy.
Whoever she was… I wanted to see her again.
Author's Notes: Sorry for the short chapter. The next one will be better, I promise. Please read and review!