Author's Note: This fic was written in 2002. While watching D2 and talking to a close friend I decided to do a rewrite of it. I have done a complete over haul of the characters. Introducing new ones where I don't remember the old ones. Only characters that were kept are Chel's (Random) character Kyrie and my own character Jordan. If you want to compare the old one is still up and will be until the rewrite of the three chapters is finished. Also Amanda is not me, just happens to be a friend with the same name!

Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous
Formally "Bad Day"
By: Manda Moore

Hockey season was in full swing at Eden Hall Academy . Everywhere you went you heard students, teachers, and faculty talking about the JV team. Though they were the JV Warriors, they played under the Mighty Ducks colors and name. Soon the Varsity and Junior Varsity game would be taking place, the school was abuzz.

Jordan McCree was a popular student at Eden Hall. She had long brown hair that fell just below her shoulder blades, and light green eyes that sometimes looked blue in the right light. Jordan stood about 5'11, taller than most girls her age. It was a well known fact at the school that she was not on scholarship there, but she was there because her parents thought it would enhance her learning experience. Her father was an investment banker, allowing her to live a luxurious life style. It was true that Jordan was a straight 'A' student, involved in many clubs and activities that her schedule would allow. She did play sports, but for the most part her parents found them frivolous, and she wasn't allowed to play. Jordan was there strictly for academic purposes, her parents stressed that to her and stressed it often. Though she did hold a spot in her heart for hockey, which was the sport a majority of her friends played.

Julie the Cat, one of her close friends was the goalie for the JV hockey team. Dwayne the cowboy, Portman the enforcer, Charlie the team captain, Goldberg the fun loving goalie, and of course her crush Fulton were just a few of the others she had befriended during the school year.

Most people would wonder what a prep and a bad boy would have in common. One of the most popular sayings is 'opposites attract', and that is just what Jordan and Fulton were. The two are polar opposites and balance each other out nicely.

The second period bell rang and the students poured out into the hallways, pushing and shoving to make it on time to their next class. Jordan moved out into the hallway, she looped her arm through Kristen's a new girl at Eden Hall. The two of them had quite a few classes together, and the first time they met they had instantly hit it off. Kristen had just moved to Minnesota and Jordan made it a point to make the girl feel welcomed. She had received a basketball scholarship to the school when a scout had watched her play at her old school in Virginia. Kristen was also, like Jordan, an honor roll student.

The two headed towards their next period class stopping in front of locker 217. A brunette girl soon appeared through the thick mass of students, "Hey Amanda." Jordan smiled, "Do you have the stats from the game? We need them for the paper."

"I know! And I do have them." Amanda was another student at the academy because her parents could afford to send her to a top boarding school in the country. She pulled out a white sheet of paper and promptly handed them to Jordan.

"Thanks Amanda, you're the best!" Jordan folded the sheet in half, slipping it into the back of her notebook.
"I know." Amanda replied with a grin as she opened the locker behind the two girls. Her grey eyes quickly scanned the shelves for the text books she needed, "See you at the game tonight."

Jordan gave a small laugh and bid good-bye to Amanda before she and Kristen started back towards their next class again. The halls were starting to thin out now, "Are you going to the game tonight?" She questioned Kristen.

"Of course, I wouldn't miss it," she replied, as the two of them turned the corner. They saw a group of boy standing by their classroom door. They weren't standing there by accident, either.

"Howdy, gals," Dwayne tipped his black cowboy hat at the two. Fulton leaned against the lockers. Charlie stood next to him looking over the plays for practice seventh period, their 'free' period which was often spent on the ice.

"Hey, Dwayne," Kristen and Jordan both spoke in unison.

"How are you ladies today?" Fulton asked, smiling over at Jordan.

"Pretty good," Jordan returned the smile to Fulton as she tucked a few strands of brown hair behind her ear.

Kristen took this as her cue, moving over towards Charlie she leaned against the locker next to him, "If you have Guy go this way and Dwayne this way you'll be sure to score." She drew her fingers across the white sheet of paper.

Charlie looked up, "Thanks." He marked down the changes.

Jordan glanced over at Kristen seeing as she was making a new friend, Charlie, before returning back to the conversation with Fulton, "How about yourself?"

"Uh, not so bad," Fulton replied, though the work load from school was starting to put a strain on him, "Ah so… Jordan, you're going to the game tonight right?" He knew that she would be there, but he was using it as a conversation starter. For some reason the big intimidating bash brother got nervous around her.

"Wouldn't miss a game unless I was dying." Jordan jokingly laughed.

Portman rounded the corner, he was just getting used to this going to class thing. He saw Fulton flirting with the preppy girl Jordan. He didn't like her because she was too prefect according to his standards. Portman came up behind her, "C'mon we're gonna be late for Mrs. Devino's class if we don't hurry. She'll bite our heads off." Portman smirked, "She's worse then us on the ice."

Fulton snickered and shook his head, "Alright, I'll be there in a minute." He wanted to talk with Jordan for just a minute more.

Charlie looked up briefly from the plays he was talking to Kristen about. Then he turned to her, "We should probably get to class, lunch together sound good?" He asked, his cheeks burning slightly. He hoped she wouldn't reject him.

"Sure." Kristen replied happily. She did have to admit she did like Charlie somewhat and lunch would be a good way to get to know him better, "Hey Jordan I'll see you in class." Kristen pushed off the locker heading into the classroom. Dwayne followed suite and headed towards their respective classrooms.

Once the group was down to the two Fulton resumed the conversation, "So you know the game is at Irving Hill Academy, right?"

"I know now." Jordan wrote the name of the school down on the open page of the planner.

"At seven o'clock…" Fulton watched her write everything he said down smiling. He was amazed when people could be so organized, Jordan always was, "Annnnd Fulton's great…" He wanted to see if he could get her to write that down as well.

Jordan had begun to write Fulton's name, but quickly stopped looking back up at him. She shook her head, "Why would I have to write that down when I already know that?" Jordan flirted with him a little. Just then the bell rang, "I'll see you at the game tonight." She quickly said stepping back into the classroom.

"Yeah, see you tonight." He watched her step into the classroom with a goofy grin on his face. Then headed towards Mrs. Devino's class where Fulton was sure a detention awaited with his name on it awaited him. However, he was also sure he wouldn't have to serve it because of practice after school today and the big game.

The rest of the day passed by quickly for everyone, Kyrie, Jordan's best friend, a bit early because Adam had forgotten to bring some of his gear. Kristen had gone with Kyrie because Jordan had a few last minute things she needed to take care of. Like stopping at home to talk to her father about playing hockey again, even though she knew the outcome would be the same.

It was a little before six now as Jordan headed towards her car, one given to her by her father on her sixteenth birthday. On her way out to the dorm parking lot she spotted the varsity team. Walking a bit faster, Jordan tried to avoid them because lately they had been harassing her about hanging out with the JV team and not them.

"Hey baby." Reilly fell into step along side of Jordan, before stepping up in front of her blocking her way. Jordan pushed him back as she searched through her purse looking for her car keys. Her purse was one of the things that was unorganized in her life, most of the time she tossed things in there with out a care, "Aw, come on Jordan you know you want me." Reilly said once more walking next to her again.

"How did you ever guess?" Jordan wrinkled her forehead as she spoke sarcastically, "I want you just liked I want to be shoved in front of a speeding train." Luckily she found her keys, opening the doors hastily she got in.

Reilly didn't give up, he slammed his fists against the top of her car, "You better watch who you speak to." He snarled before shoving off her car and heading back to the rest of his team. Motioning them with a jerk of his head, they all headed towards their cars.

Jordan turned in his seat backing out of the spot, heading towards the exit of the parking lot and onto the street. Reilly and Cole wasted no time as they sped out of the parking lot pulling up along either side of her, "What the hell are they doing?" Jordan was forced to pull towards the middle of the road now; it wasn't where she wanted to be. Reilly soon fell back, pulling behind her. Jordan quickly reached for her cell phone so she could call the police. She pulled back into the right hand lane. After a few more moments Reilly fell back, but Cole persisted in trying to run her off the road.

Jordan felt the car begin to lose control; she tried slamming on the breaks, however, that didn't help. It made things worse as the car spun out of control hitting a tree head-on, and hitting it hard. Even though Jordan had her seatbelt on, the impact jerked her forward causing her to hit her head against the steering wheel. Jordan put her hand gingerly to the side of her head feeling the warm blood trickle down the side of her face. Holding her cell phone, she blinked a few times trying to see the blurred numbers to call for help. Her whole body was in pain; drawing in a deep breath she could feel a sharp pain in her chest.

Cole swiftly slowed down, he hadn't meant for it to actually go that far. Reilly hadn't been too far behind when it had all gone down, he was however the first back to the parking lot. Cole made a U-turn and sped back to the parking lot, leaving Jordan to get help for herself.