Queen of Hearts

Chapter 2: Attention

By aznJEDI13

Disclaimer: Disney owns The Mighty Ducks. I own the plot line.

Notes: Once again from Connie's point of view. Sorry I didn't have time to check grammar and all that fun stuff!!!

Queen of Hearts: Attention

'…If I give up on you, I give up on me, if we fight what's true will we ever be…'

We said goodbye later. You know the kind of goodbye where you nod and smile as he pulls away. Except he didn't pull away, someone picked him up.

She was…well I still don't know how to describe her. I just know she was different. Maybe the thing was that she wasn't me.

And I know he saw the look of pure and utter shock on my face.

As long as I had known Guy Germaine he had never surprised me. He was just one of those predictable, familiar people – a never-ending constant in my life until we had said that horrible goodbye.

She had the reddest hair I had ever seen and her face, covered with make up, was a golden-brownish color. He went up to her and kissed her cheek, then held her hand tenderly inside his own.

They left then, left me with shock plastered all over my face.

Duane, once again, clearly didn't understand as my eyes followed the Mercedes out of the lot. I watched sullenly as a vision of Guy's serene and handsome face lingered in my mind.

"Connie?"

"Hmm?" I asked.

"Ya all right?" He questioned.

My heart wanted to say no, but my mind beat it. "Yes," I smiled, this fake and superficial smile, "Of course."

He put his hat back on his head and tipped it slightly as he smiled at me, "Walk you to your car, milady?"

Feeling slightly angry and jealous, I took his offered hand and smiled, "Sure."

The trip to the car was one of awkward silence and anxious motions. Duane, though not mannered in the ways of someone from the East, was thoroughly polite. I'd like to think it was one of those times that I first started to like him in a way other then brother-sister.

"Connie?"

"Yes?"

"Can I question ya a question?"

I smiled, squeezing his hand slightly, "Of course."

"What does a women, like ya self, expect from a gentleman?" His rough Texas accent comforted the words, making the unusual question seem normal.

"From a gentlemen?" I bit my lip thinking back, thinking I hadn't had a gentleman treat me a special way in a long time.

I didn't consider Guy a gentlemen, sure he was gentle, but it was always get to the point. I knew Duane was trying hard to get me to like him, it was just becoming obvious though.

I continued, thinking out loud as we approached my mother's car, "A gentlemen…" I smiled, "Well for starters, he walks a lady to her car and opens the door for her."

I paused and his eyes pushed me to continue, "What else? Hmm…brings her flowers, gives her sweet notes…" I paused, thinking, "Makes her smile."

He opened the door for me and I thanked him quietly. He shut the door behind me and I rolled down the window, "Is that all you wanted to know Duane?"

He pondered, "Yes." And then paused, "Did Guy do all that for you?"

I bit my lip slightly and realized something for the first time, "Yes."

He nodded as the car pulled away leaving me with this sinking feeling. I had begun some kind of competition.

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I didn't see Guy again until our first day at Eden Hall.

We had all decided to skate down there together. Charlie, Goldberg, and Fulton were supposed to meet us down by Adam's house where we would then commence together to Eden Hall Academy - our new home.

I passed by the bridge on my way to Adam's house. It was this bridge where Guy and I had shared many memories and many kisses. It was a sober place to pass by, but I had wanted to go there. It gave me comfort and at the same time it made me solemn and disappointed.

When I reached Adam's house, he was already there. He offered to help me up after I had put my skates on, but I ignored him. It was easier not talking to him.

I figured it was better that way.

He followed me around Adam's yard, he knew I had seen his face. "Connie." He called. "Connie!"

I twirled around to face him and skated towards his figure, bringing my face up to his. We were then standing face to face. I could see in his eyes that he was tempted to lean down and kiss me.

"Connie." He whispered and then smiled slightly, speaking with his voice still hushed, "Connie." He leaned down to cup my cheek with his hand, "Connie."

"I know my own name, Guy."

Suddenly, he yanked his hand away as if suddenly realizing what was happening, as if remembering. I found myself slowly wishing he had held my face with his hand.

He stared at my face, sinking his blue eyes into mine; "I'm so sorry Connie."

"Was that her?"

"Excuse me?"

"Was that girl you were with, was that her?" My voice raised and the anger returned suddenly.

He too was suddenly pulled out of his reverie, shaking his head as his eyes knit in consternation, "What?"

I pulled back suddenly both angry and hurt, "Don't what me Guy! That was her, wasn't it?"

He reached for my hand, "Connie-"

"No Guy…no…just don't." I pulled back and skated away.

I didn't look back cause I knew the look that would be on his face.

We skated away once Charlie, Goldberg, and Fulton had arrived. At first Guy hid his face from mine, embarrassed and hurt. I watched him carefully as he talked quietly to Charlie. Charlie gave him a pat on the back and he began to skate toward me.

"Connie."

"Guy, I told you-"

"Connie please."

I shook my head, skating away. Joining the others as we rode down the street, "Hey Connie!" I ignored him, smilingly giddy at my teammates. He spoke again, "Connie!" I shook my head, "Connie!"

It was easy to ignore him because I had been for a while now.

He skated up towards me, pulling gently on my arm and turning me towards him, "Connie," He paused, out of breath, "Please."

"Guy, must we-"

I never finished my sentence. Goldberg interrupted me, "Charlie! I'm a goalie not a skater!" as he fell down flights of stairs and Charlie skated quickly after him.

I skated next to Guy now, feeling the passionate emotions that flowed between us.

It was easy to ignore him, but these feelings that came when near him were the hardest thing to ignore.

To Be Continued…

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