Chapter Three:

There is no biting in Hockey…

Portman struggled to throw the boy off of him. But to his dismay he underestimated the shorter player.

"I'm gonna kick your ass!" Portman growled as he flipped the player on his back on the ice.

"STOP IT, LEAVE JOE ALONE!" Ty exclaimed. By this time everyone had reached the ice attempting to break up the boys. But they were hard to pull away from each other. Both strong for their adolescent ages.

"Kick my ass huh, funny, I thought I was the one who was winning," Joe growled finally coming in again and delivering a good right hook. Portman responded with a jab only to find himself in a backwards head lock. His only response was to bite the other boys arm. Joe saw red as he pushed Portman to the ice and pounced on him repeated beating in to his chest.

"BREAK IT UP!" Orion finally stepped in pulling the smaller teen off of Portman. In an instant there was complete silence. Joe's ski hat had fell off letting shoulder length red hair fall to her shoulders. She looked up struggling a big from Orion's grasp. Orion looked around slightly bewildered..

"That's…that's..a..girl…" Averman arched a brow pointing.

"Dude Portman almost got his ass beat by a girl!" exclaimed Luis.

Within Five minutes all the Ducks had been order out of the rink, while Orion attempted to remedy this situation. Taking all four hot tempered teens in to his office for a slight "mediation". Which to much prevail didn't go as planned. Joe still annoyed that she was bitten and Portman still annoyed that a girl almost kicked his butt. Didn't prove to be the most fruitful mediation but hey, he was going to at least try.

"So….I know Portman and Fulton, please enlighten me to your names," Orion tapped his pen on his desk staring intently at Ty and Joe.

"I'm Tyler Taylor and this is my twin sister Josephine Taylor, we just transferred in from Italy with our father," Ty stuttered somewhat nervous.

"Taylor huh, I've heard of Taylors before. Best on the Italian team in the Olympics, that until a sprained wrist counted him out." Orion studied the expression of both teens.

"Counted us both out," Ty spoke, " Joe sprained my wrist and I didn't want to play without her."

"You sure talk a lot Taylor," Orion raised a brow at Ty. Tyler just simply shrugged.

"Now turning back to your little early morning game, I was impressed in all four of your playing skills. But disappointed in the fact the game turned in to a neanderthalic display of testosterone and emotion. Although it's the first day, I expect to see you all at the 5 oclock practice, warming the bench of course.." Orion finished..

"Huh?" Tyler looked confused.

"He means you've been invited to be on the Duck's dipshit," Portman grumbled. Tyler nodded then looked to Joe. Joe remained speechless. Orion proceeded to give them a months worth of Saturday detentions, in which they would spend cleaning the locker rooms and polishing the trophies. With that he let them leave his office. Portman and Fulton were out first slightly annoyed. They quickly went to join the crowd of Ducks waiting for them outside the arena. Joe walked slowly looking down slightly as Tyler and her began to walk towards the exit.

"Damnit Tyler why did you ever agree to this game," she growled slightly putting on a black hat covered in buttons with odd sayings (like: You're so off my buddy list, I'm sorry you're stupid). She adjusted her shorts pulling them up and re doing her belt. She finally stuffed the rest of her hockey gear in her bag as she awaited an intelligent answer from her twin.

"Joey, you haven't played hockey in two years, you need to play. You're the best I've seen. I had to get you out somehow!" Tyler exclaimed.

"Trickery isn't a pleasant quality, neither is deceit," Joe grumbled as she headed towards the exit leaving her twin in the dust.

MEANWHILE OUTSIDE…

The team was in a heated conversation by the entrance.

"You mean to tell me Orion let those two on the team?" Charlie growled slightly. Julie was tending to Portman's split lip as they were nodding and talking.

"Yea and we got a whole month's worth of detention with them.." Fulton scoffed starring at his shoes.

"Well this is great, we always seem to start the year off with some sort of challenge," Guy muttered.

"Guys, look at it this way, we got two new players, I mean seriously did you see how they play!" Adam looked to them all.

"They can play but they lack personality and companionship," Connie responded hanging closely to Guy. Their voices stopped as they heard the sound of the door, they looked up to see the girl start to walk out. Fulton watched her again. He studied her tall figure. She was about 5'8'', she had long dark red hair that went to her shoulders that she tried to cover with a black hat, she wore a black tank top saying, "Got Blood" with an old beat up army jacket over it, she had long muscular legs that were hidden under a pair of docker shorts that went to her knees, and a pair of osirus sneakers. But he wasn't really focused on her appearance; he was lost in her gaze. She had a foggy pair of grey eyes that watched all of the ducks closely as she made her way pass. She looked as if she half expected them to pounce on her.

"Nice game," Averman snickered slightly calling to her as she was about half way past them. She stopped in her tracks looking to him then to the rest of the team.

"You don't have to worry about your team line up, I have no intention of actually playing," her eyes looked to the ground then up, "Sorry about the lip." She nodded to Portman. He looked at her somewhat bewildered.

"You hit my bad wrist, kind of set me off." She stood there a moment as the team looked at her slightly bewildered.

"Right this is awkward. Okay I won't waste much more of your time..." she bit her lip as she turned to walk away.

The team didn't say much as they watched her walk away. The saw Tyler come after her running. She seemed to speed up as he tried to stop to talk to her.

"Wow, she's got to be the weirdest person I've ever met…" Portman starred after her.

"I don't reckon she's very friendly-like," Dwyane starred after her.

"And the strongest chick I've ever seen," Goldberg snickered.

"Drop it guys, or else I'm about to make some of your Ducks roadkill," he growled looking about widly. Fulton was silent as he watched the two walk away.

"Fulton dude you okay?" Portman asked. Fulton came back to reality as he soon realized most of the team had gone their separate ways talking about their new team mates.

"yea I'm fine…" Fulton lied.