I don't own the Mighty Ducks. Damn. I don't even really own Riley and Jackie considering they're modeled after the history that was created for them in the movies. Anyway, carry on!
Chapter 1: What do you need condoms for anyway?
Charlie used this time to come up with plays for the team. When in his playful mode, he actually had the tendency to come up with a lot of different tricks to get the puck into the net during these 'messing-around' practices. All while bul-shitting around with his friends. His stick grazed along the puck as he knocked it down toward Guy, who had silently decided to take on Jackie instead of the empty net.
Thing was, Jackie wasn't paying attention anymore. "Averman! I told you to stop going through my bag in search of condoms. What do you need them for anyway?" Her padded gloves were on her hips. She distinctly heard the clank of the puck knocking against the inside of the net. "GERMAINE! YOU CHEAT!" She exclaimed, her attention turning toward him.
Guy gave a small grin, as he skated behind the net and around her. His shoulders lifted up in a shrug. "Stop stashing condoms in your purse, this way they'll stop trying to steal them from you. Ergo, next time you can pay attention and TRY to block my shot." He teased.
Jackie's initial reaction was to yell over to Riley to get her boyfriend to stop harassing her. However, realization dawned and instead she imagined smacking him upside his head with her stick. She did neither, "I hate you." She called to him as he continued to skate.
Guy turned around, passing the center line and watched as Luis skated relatively close to Riley. His eyes narrowed, and his attention turned away, trying hard to convince himself that it wasn't bothering him. As he continued to skate forward, however, he kept looking back.
Charlie skated up and over in the direction of Jackie in her goal. As he neared her, he watched Goldberg step on the ice only to watch his skates fly above his head as he crashed down on his back. "Oh, don't worry about me Charlie, I'll help myself up." He stated sarcastically as Charlie blew past him simply laughing.
"Well, your fat ass got you that way, you can get yourself up." He teased, stopping after he continued on toward his destination.
Jackie had skated to the side of the goal post as Charlie approached her, and she flipped her helmet up. Though, her glance was not exactly in Charlie's direction – it was in the same direction as Luis and Riley.
"What the hell is that?" The two chorused to each other at the same time, pointing slightly.
The two glanced at each other, "You're suppose to know these things, Charlie. What's wrong with you?" Jackie said in a teasing tone, as she shook her head.
Charlie laughed. "I can't believe how in the middle I am of this entire group, yet I'm completely lost at the same time." He slapped a hand down to force Jackie's helmet shut once again. "Riley tell you anything?"
She shoved at him, causing him just to skate backwards a bit, but still answered his question. "Nope, didn't bring things up. Quite frankly, I'm tired of her relationship with Guy being so private she makes it hard for me to live vicariously through her." She grinned.
He glanced around, looking as to where the one puck they'd brought along had ended up. Guy was still the one skating around with it for the most part, while Dwayne chased after him. "Neither did Guy. I get the feeling things will come to a head in just a little while." He stated, nodding his head toward Luis.
"Whatever gave you that idea?" She responded in a mocking tone.
"Did you end up reading that book I gave you?" Riley questioned, skating in a circle. She had glanced around the arena a few times at the rest of her teammates wondering if they were actually going to get together and do something. Round-up at the very least.
Luis stood somewhat still, a charming smile on his face. "Would you believe me if I said I at least cracked it open?" He asked, quirking an eyebrow at her.
"Nope." She grinned, skating off and away from him this time. Her speed picked up as she moved to catch up to Russ, snaking the puck from under him with her stick.
"Hey!" She heard Russ call after her, as she continued on to score on the empty net. "I would have passed it to you had you asked but nooooo, Riles, you gotta be all sneaky about it."
"What's the fun in that?" Her skates carried her around the back of the net, glancing at Guy off to the side as she did so. She glanced away, her attention turned back toward the majority of the group. "Hey, let's do a scrimmage?" She suggested.
The rest of the group agreed, while Averman looked reluctant – he seemed pleased just relaxing sprawled out on the ice conversing with his buddies. That was until Portman skimmed passed him, knocking his stick into Averman's padding. "OUCH." He exclaimed, "Alright, I'm up!"
It didn't take the team long to decide on who was against who. For one, it didn't really matter, they just started to play. Meaning someone started heading toward a goal with the puck, and someone tried to take it from them. It continued this way, until basically the teams had been formed. Not to mention the fact that when they actually played, they typically had their own set lines. Of course, things were switched up from time to time, but for the most part things remained the same. Jackie or Goldberg in goal; though Jackie was really the main goalie now because Goldberg had taken up to be somewhat of a third Bash Brother – he was a killer defensemen now. First line had him and Jackie both starting, her in goal him on defense, Portman as the other defender. Banks was center, while Guy and Riley were his wings. Typically he played right wing, and she was left.
So, normally during these scrimmages they'd fall into this rotation as well. Coach Orion had the tendency to throw random people into the equation seeing how they worked with one another. Something he'd been messing around with since becoming their coach. The team was pretty equal, though. Sure, Adam and Guy were normally the ones scoring, with Charlie right behind them, but it wasn't just about the goals. Something that their Coach had drilled into their heads that first year.
Nonetheless, customarily he kept his forward line Riley, Adam, and Guy because of how well the three worked with each other. In reality, Adam could receive any pass shot in his general direction, while Riley and Guy just always found each other on the ice and made things happen. More commonly it's her with the assist and him with the shot, she wouldn't lie – he had the better shot; better aim.
To the team member's closet to 'the couple', they took notice to the fact that they weren't working as well together as they normally did. Their break-up had obviously effected their game; their connection. Or, they simply just ignored it.
As Averman trapped Adam from advancing, he hit the puck toward Riley's stick. Adam never hogged the puck anyway. On a normal basis, Riley could have been only a few feet from the goal, and if she saw it fit that Guy had the easier shot, she'd knock the puck in his direction. This time, she took the shot herself, watching it sail between the pipes.
No one really noticed much, and Riley could only assume that Guy had picked up on the fact that she didn't pass it to him for the shot. She glanced in his direction, as they sailed back toward the center. He was looking in her direction, but with the mask over his face she couldn't tell his expression. She didn't need to see it, however, she knew him well enough to be able to picture the disappointment in his eyes. It wasn't a big deal, she'd try to tell herself, but deep down she knew it was between the two of them.
Apparently Charlie had noticed this as well. He sometimes wished he hadn't been so in-tuned to Guy and Riley's odd behavior toward each other.
After their practice the team one by one began to retreat back to their dorm rooms. They'd probably all meet up again later for the night, but for now they were going to relax.
"Let's gooo, Jackie." Riley said, banging her hand on the side of her locker as she peered around to grin in her face. "Why are you so slow?" She tormented.
"LISTEN, Riles. I tell you this every time, I've got more padding then you, jeez." Jackie retorted. This really was a conversation they had every single time after a game or practice.
All but three or four people had cleared out of the locker room, when Luis came up to the two females. "You ladies want to do something?" He questioned, his gaze going from the goalie to the forward.
"Yeah, I want to shower." Riley responded, with a grin. "I smell like a can of ass, it's bad."
"Don't you always."
Riley shoved Jackie at the comment, and she laughed.
"We all smell like a can of ass." Luis pointed out to Riley, as if that meant it was okay for her to hang out with him instead of showering.
"I most certainly do not!" Jackie chimed in once more. Although, Jackie's nature was to chime on just about everyone's comment, she found herself doing it more so now then before. Maybe this way Luis would stop hitting on her best friend.
The blonde glanced from her friend loud mouth friend to the guy standing before her. "Alright, I'm heading back, taking a shower and I'll talk to you afterwards, ok?" She nodded at Luis and then looked to Jackie. "I'll see you in the room, whenever your fat ass finishes taking off your freakin' padding."
"I'll walk you back." Luis said and dashed after Riley before Jackie really had the chance to say anything else.
Jackie's glance turned to Charlie, who had been surveying the scene that played out as well. They were now the only two left in the locker room. Charlie let his locker shut and made his way over toward Jackie, now. "She has no idea that he's hitting on her, does she?"
"Not a clue." Jackie sighed, closing her locker as well. She adjusted the book bag onto her shoulders, glancing up at him. "I'll try talking to her."
"Good, and then you'll tell me exactly what she says." He gave Jackie a pat on her back pack, and he headed toward the door. A moment later he paused, and turned around. "It's sick how much I want to know what the hell is going on."
"Yeah, it is." She laughed, nodding, and headed out after him.
As Riley and Luis made their way outside, she caught a glimpse of her blonde counterpart off to the side of the building. Luis noticed her paused, and he glanced back as well. "I'll catch up with you later." She told Luis, and redirected her route in Guy's direction.
Luis wasn't persistent this time; he took off across the campus toward the dorms. Part of him felt guilty for trying to talk to Riley the way he was, but the other part reminded him that he had had a crush on this girl for sometime.
Walking right up to Guy, Riley faced him and in a quick motion she plucked the cigarette out of his mouth and tossed it to the ground. "What the hell-- He started.
Her foot stomped on the lit cigarette to put it out, before she kicked it off to the side to hide in the grass. "What's the matter with you? What did I tell you about that?" She whipped her head in his direction.
Guy wiped a hand along his brow, knowing better then to dig into his pocket to light up another one in front of her. "You know I only do it when I'm stressed out."
"Yeah, what are you so stressed out about?" She quirked an eyebrow, her arms folding over her chest.
He pushed his back up against the wall harder in order to push himself off completely. "What do you think?" He questioned, brushing passed her.
Riley whirled around, and it took her a moment before her feet picked up after him. "You don't see me smoking cause we broke up!" She exclaimed, trying to keep in step with him.
"You don't smoke, period."
"And neither should you."
Guy had stopped and stared hard at her. His eyes softened up as they focused on his ex-girlfriend, before he sighed and looked away. "I get that we're suppose to be seeing what else is out there and what-not." He began quietly. "But do you have to see what else is out there with someone on the team?"
She looked perplexed at this question. "What are you talking about?" She asked, shaking her head. "I'm not getting involved with anyone on the team."
Guy's hand gestured in the direction that Luis had just ventured off into. "What do you call all practice, and the past few days with you and Mendoza?" He questioned, the quiet tone disappearing.
"I'm not trying to date him!" She shouted, in her defense. It was the truth.
"Well, he's sure trying to date you. Or do something with you." The latter he mumbled somewhat, but Riley had caught the gist of what he was getting at.
Her eyes narrowed and she shook her head. "Yeah, that's exactly it. We broke up so I could have wild sex with Mendoza, it's so obvious." Her voice dripped with sarcasm and this time her feet picked up in the same direction. "It's nice to know that you really think I'd do that."
This happened often, more often then not actually. Whenever one of them was mad, they'd end up angering the other – both had tempers, it really made things a lot more difficult.
His feet picked up after her. "We didn't exactly break up; this was all your idea." He said pointedly. When she wouldn't look at him, and kept going he sighed. "Come on, you know I don't think you'd do that…" His voice drifted off.
When he'd given her somewhat of an apology, Riley's face turned toward his. "You agreed to the break-up, anyway! It's healthy for us." She sighed, coming to a halt. "Seriously, though, do you really think I'd have sex with him?" She gave him a small smile.
"I said I didn't think you would, but I don't think flirting with him is exactly healthy for us…" Absent-mindedly, his hand reached around to pull out the box of cigarettes he had. He'd picked up his habit for a week now, though able to hide it from everyone for the most part.
The conversation came to a close there. Her hand came up to snatch the box away from him, "You smoke another one of these," She held up the box in his face. "and I'm never kissing you again." She warned, and walked away, with the box.
He had mixed feelings about this one. While he desperately wanted a cigarette, her somewhat promise to kiss him again threw him for a loop. They had said their break-up was only temporary, but it boggled him as to why break up at all if it was only temporary? He'd had convinced himself that there was more to her suggestion to break up then what she'd really said, but as he watched he walk away – her words gave him a newfound hope with their relationship.
And he wouldn't smoke a cigarette.
