Notes: I was really on a roll with this chapter. Then I lost what I had typed. The chapter probably won't be as good as it had been before. I'm also treading on something that has been done in several other fics but I think it'll be okay. It's not a major part of the fic or anything. The book I mention in the fic I actually got for a graduation present from one of the leaders of my Church Youth Group when I was a senior in high school. Great book. Has many bible verses. I just realized I gave Adam a cellphone that he didn't have before. His parents gave him one okay?
Also, forget everything I wrote about Varsity in my fic You Never Asked What I Wanted. They're totally different.
The Box
I brought in my last box. I thought moving in with Averman was going to be hard. Now I had to move my stuff for the second time in almost the same amount of days. I probably wouldn't need to lift weights for awhile.
My roommate came in while I was unpacking. Averman had helped me move and hurried out when he saw my new roommate. I looked up, saw it wasn't Riley or Cole, and went back to unpacking. We didn't say anything to each other. I found out his name was Joey Hart while I was hooking up my laptop. One of his papers was on my desk.
The door opened and in came five Varsity players including Cole and Riley. They didn't say anything to me. They just talked to Joey. Then they all left and I was in the room alone. That didn't bother me at all. That whole thing was reminding me of the time that I walked into the Ducks locker room for the first time.
When I was finished unpacking, I took out the box that Mr. Hall had given me. I did not intend to open it in front of Joey. Varsity wasn't going to know about the last month.
It was none of their business. Inside of the box were a letter and a few other objects. I started reading the letter.
Dear Adam,
If you are reading this, I must have been successful. In this box, are some things that I want you to have. You were the best friend I could have had. I'm sorry we didn't start off on the right foot. You proved to me that you can't judge a book by its cover.
I did this for reasons I don't want to explain. I know you are probably thinking what a hypocrite right? I convinced you not to swallow all those pain killers and yet I'm the one that killed myself. Just don't take that road Adam. You've got a lot going for you, cake eater.
Your friend,
Jesse
I looked in the box. Rolled up was his Ducks Jersey. His original one. Not the Team USA one or the last one we got. There was also his gold medal from the Junior Goodwill Games. I would have thought he would have given that to his parents or Terry. There was even a book. A quick glance at it, I realized it was his journal. I didn't even know that Jesse had kept a journal. I'd read that some other time. There even was a book by Michael W Smith called Friends Are Friends Forever. Hmm I didn't know Jesse was a fan of Christian rock. Maybe he's right. There is more then meets the eye. I closed the box and put it in a drawer under some of my clothes.
I looked at the clock. It was after ten and Varsity practiced at six am. Who cares where my roommate is? I turned off the light and went to sleep.
***
Varsity practice was even tougher then JV. We did all the drills several times and then scrimmaged. I was checked a lot into the boards. But I did score a goal on their backup goalie.
After practice, we headed back to the locker room. I was about to leaving the locker room when Riley stopped me. Great just like yesterday I thought.
"You did pretty good for a freshman." He said and walked away.
I walked back to my dorm to get ready for breakfast. On the way to the dining room, I spotted Ken and Russ in front of me. "Hey guys." I called.
They waited for me to catch up. "How's Varsity treating you?" Russ asked.
"They haven't said much to me." I said truthfully. "Guess I'll have to wait and see."
When we got to the dining room Joey and Tim Labine came up the duck table. "Banks you are at the wrong table. Varsity doesn't associate with JV. You are Varsity now so that means you don't associate with JV." Tim said.
I didn't know quite what to do. I didn't leave the table. Tim and Joey practically pulled me to the Varsity table. Fulton hadn't been there.
I ate silently at the table. I was grateful when the bell finally rang signaling we had five minutes before first period. I took my tray to the window and headed for first period, which was English.
It turned out I had the class with Averman, Goldberg, Connie, and Dwayne. So we all took seats next to each other. Varsity couldn't dictate where I sat in classes.
Morning classes went much like the afternoon classes the day before. In my other classes, there were a few Ducks in them. At lunch, I was forced to sit with Varsity again. I didn't say anything when they harassed Kenny. But I said something later and they just laughed at me.
I should have known Charlie would get back at them. But did it have to be dog poop? I followed the rest of Varsity out the door.
When did everything get crazy?
Also, forget everything I wrote about Varsity in my fic You Never Asked What I Wanted. They're totally different.
The Box
I brought in my last box. I thought moving in with Averman was going to be hard. Now I had to move my stuff for the second time in almost the same amount of days. I probably wouldn't need to lift weights for awhile.
My roommate came in while I was unpacking. Averman had helped me move and hurried out when he saw my new roommate. I looked up, saw it wasn't Riley or Cole, and went back to unpacking. We didn't say anything to each other. I found out his name was Joey Hart while I was hooking up my laptop. One of his papers was on my desk.
The door opened and in came five Varsity players including Cole and Riley. They didn't say anything to me. They just talked to Joey. Then they all left and I was in the room alone. That didn't bother me at all. That whole thing was reminding me of the time that I walked into the Ducks locker room for the first time.
When I was finished unpacking, I took out the box that Mr. Hall had given me. I did not intend to open it in front of Joey. Varsity wasn't going to know about the last month.
It was none of their business. Inside of the box were a letter and a few other objects. I started reading the letter.
Dear Adam,
If you are reading this, I must have been successful. In this box, are some things that I want you to have. You were the best friend I could have had. I'm sorry we didn't start off on the right foot. You proved to me that you can't judge a book by its cover.
I did this for reasons I don't want to explain. I know you are probably thinking what a hypocrite right? I convinced you not to swallow all those pain killers and yet I'm the one that killed myself. Just don't take that road Adam. You've got a lot going for you, cake eater.
Your friend,
Jesse
I looked in the box. Rolled up was his Ducks Jersey. His original one. Not the Team USA one or the last one we got. There was also his gold medal from the Junior Goodwill Games. I would have thought he would have given that to his parents or Terry. There was even a book. A quick glance at it, I realized it was his journal. I didn't even know that Jesse had kept a journal. I'd read that some other time. There even was a book by Michael W Smith called Friends Are Friends Forever. Hmm I didn't know Jesse was a fan of Christian rock. Maybe he's right. There is more then meets the eye. I closed the box and put it in a drawer under some of my clothes.
I looked at the clock. It was after ten and Varsity practiced at six am. Who cares where my roommate is? I turned off the light and went to sleep.
***
Varsity practice was even tougher then JV. We did all the drills several times and then scrimmaged. I was checked a lot into the boards. But I did score a goal on their backup goalie.
After practice, we headed back to the locker room. I was about to leaving the locker room when Riley stopped me. Great just like yesterday I thought.
"You did pretty good for a freshman." He said and walked away.
I walked back to my dorm to get ready for breakfast. On the way to the dining room, I spotted Ken and Russ in front of me. "Hey guys." I called.
They waited for me to catch up. "How's Varsity treating you?" Russ asked.
"They haven't said much to me." I said truthfully. "Guess I'll have to wait and see."
When we got to the dining room Joey and Tim Labine came up the duck table. "Banks you are at the wrong table. Varsity doesn't associate with JV. You are Varsity now so that means you don't associate with JV." Tim said.
I didn't know quite what to do. I didn't leave the table. Tim and Joey practically pulled me to the Varsity table. Fulton hadn't been there.
I ate silently at the table. I was grateful when the bell finally rang signaling we had five minutes before first period. I took my tray to the window and headed for first period, which was English.
It turned out I had the class with Averman, Goldberg, Connie, and Dwayne. So we all took seats next to each other. Varsity couldn't dictate where I sat in classes.
Morning classes went much like the afternoon classes the day before. In my other classes, there were a few Ducks in them. At lunch, I was forced to sit with Varsity again. I didn't say anything when they harassed Kenny. But I said something later and they just laughed at me.
I should have known Charlie would get back at them. But did it have to be dog poop? I followed the rest of Varsity out the door.
When did everything get crazy?