"You were in on this weren't you?" Riley asked with a growl, coming to stand beside Adam, who was torn between laughing his head off at his… at the Ducks ingenuity, or giving in to his growing loneliness. He wondered what had set them off, and if freezing his stuff was meant to include him in their fun, or a message that he wasn't a Duck anymore.
"They iced my stuff too." He said, reaching out, but stopping himself before he could actually touch the jacket, he really didn't want to have to pick up the pieces.
Riley however had no such thoughts, and for a second time today smashed a jacket into hundreds and thousands of pieces, using Adam instead of his fist, swinging him round and shoving him backwards and into the locker, making everything within break and scatter. Adam flailed for a moment before catching himself on the freezing metal and pulling himself up quickly, only to be pushed back again.
Adam stayed down this time, and waited for the accusations to really start.
"What the hell happened in here?" Coach Wilson cried entering the locker room.
No one spoke, but Riley reached down a hand to help Adam up, his glare warning Adam to just accept it and keep his mouth shut. Adam reached up reluctantly, and winched as Riley's fingers dug into his wrist and pulled with more force than was necessary. Riley gave his arm a final jerk before letting him go, and Adam pulled it back and cradled the wrist. When was he going to learn not to offer his dominant hand to people who didn't like him?
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Adam had know it was a bad idea from the beginning to tell the others to come to this dinner. He'd mostly done it simply so he could see his friends again, and because he really didn't want to be alone with his team anymore, or at least, alone with Riley and his group. Riley had clued him in at the start of dinner when he'd sat Adam between two Varsity players, and Adam hadn't had a chance to talk to the others, the two on either side kept his old team occupied and Adam was starting to think that none of his friends really missed him at all.
And then it had been time for Varsity to leave, and Adam warred with himself for a moment, but Riley caught his eye, and he knew he'd be hauled out if he dared open his mouth, and that he'd just make things worse for the Ducks. So he stood, hoping he would get the chance to slip away and pay at least part of the bill.
Riley's hand slapped his shoulder, and then clamped down, steering Adam away from the till and out the door. He didn't let go until they were all piled into one of their cars. Adam sat silent and morose as Varsity laughed around him.
God, if the Ducks didn't hate him already they surely did now.