Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous:

Thin Ice
By: Manda Moore

A dull rumble of voices filled the packed arena, as more people continued to cram into the already crowded arena. Everyone sat shoulder to shoulder, fighting for every free seat that was left. Kyrie and Kristen pushed their way through the masses, as they made their way up behind the penalty box where there were three seats. Kyrie quickly plopped herself down in the center seat to keep anyone else from taking them, she placed her coat into the seat to her right. Kristen followed suit taking her seat, "Guess this school is big on hockey." She joked looking around the arena.

Kyrie laughed, "I take it hockey wasn't big in Virginia?"

Kristen shook her head as her gaze came back to Kyrie, "Not as big as here." Her last school hadn't even had a hockey team. Kristen settled back in her seat waiting for the game to start, "So Jordan and Fulton?"

"Fulton and Jordan?" Kyrie echoed with a smirk, "They like each other a lot, if it wasn't obvious. It was one of those instant attraction things." Kyrie rolled her eyes as she recalled the day Jordan had met Fulton. Jordan had spent the whole afternoon talking about Fulton. After that the two had started hanging out a lot, and he would do almost anything to make Jordan smile. After they both had met, that was when Jordan started going to every Ducks' game, and every hockey game that Fulton asked her to. Kyrie was sure any day that the two would make it official that they were an item, or maybe with a little help from Kyrie pushing it they would.

Kristen nodded understandingly, "It's just that…they are so-"

"Poles apart, contradictory, opposites, Night and Day?" Kyrie interrupted, listing off some of the words that meant 'different', "Guess they had Jordan and Fulton in mind when they said that opposites attract."

"Yeah." Kristen was glad she wasn't the only one who found the pairing to be a little odd. She returned her focus to the players on the ice, picking out a certain team captain.

A chill hung in the air, along with a heavy excitement when the two teams circled the ice on their respective sides. Fulton skated around the edge of the rink with Portman riling up the crowd, wild and crazy cheers rose from Eden Hall supporters. Fulton's dark eyes scanned the body of people looking for Jordan. His eyes rested on the empty seat next to Kyrie and Kristen; normally the girls sat above the penalty box so when the guys were on the bench the girls could cheer them on, and justify the moves they had just made.

"You better watch out!" A voice called from behind Fulton, he felt someone hook his arm, yanking him backwards, before he could skate into another player. Banks released Fulton's arm and skated off, but not before giving him a look, warning him to get into the zone.

Fulton peered up at the empty seat once more, he mouthed, where is she? to Kyrie and Kristen. Both girls shrugged shaking their heads, Kyrie mouthed back that she didn't know. However, Kyrie wasn't too worried, seeing as there was still a few minutes before the game started. She was sure that Jordan would have a good reason why she was late.

Portman glided up next to Fulton, "Dude, are you alright? We've got a game to play." He placed a gloved hand heavily on Fulton's shoulder shaking him slightly, "Get your head in the game."

Drawn out of his thoughts he looked over at his bash brother, "Yeah, man, I'm fine. Just can't find Jordan. She never misses a game." Fulton was sure Portman didn't care whether Jordan showed up or not.

"Don't worry dude, she'll be here." Portman assured him, "If not then she ain't the girl for you." Portman laughed, he didn't like Jordan that much. For one she was a prep, and it was just a common rule that preps and bad boys didn't give each other the time of day, let alone crush on each other. The other reason he didn't like her was because he was afraid that he'd end up losing his best friend to a girl. It had already slowly started. Fulton was already spending more time with Jordan then with him. Portman was convinced that if Fulton continued on the path he was on, he would end up going soft and that the bash brothers would be no more, off the ice.

"Thanks dude." Fulton shook his head; he shouldn't be too worried about Jordan. Maybe she just wasn't all that into him as he had thought, he needed to stop thinking like that. Portman often got him to question how a girl like Jordan could actually like a guy like him. Right now Portman was right though, they had a game and he needed to get into it.

The voice boomed over the PA system, "The starting line up for the Eden Hall Mighty Ducks, playing center number 96 team captain Conway, right wing number 7 Roberson, left wing number 00 Germain; and on defense Eden Hall's Bash Brothers numbers 21 and 44, Portman and Reed!!!" The juvenile voice echoed through the arena. A few boos managed to work their way through on the Blake Bears' side. The rest of the team cleared the ice as the players mentioned took their starting positions. A sharp trill, from the whistler, echoed through the high ceilings and wide space, preceded by dull thud of a puck being dropped to the ice. Both side launched a full out assault skirmishing for control of the puck. The Ducks managed to gain control of the puck, skating full on towards the Bears' goal.

Fulton found himself glancing up towards the seats, finding the empty one still next to Kyrie. The game had started and Jordan still wasn't there. Fulton was brought back when Portman skated by elbowing him, "C'mon bash bro, let's kick some ass!" Portman encouraged, as the offense skated past the two. Fulton nodded pushing off, heading towards their first victim of the night.