Epilogue: Homecoming
A/N- It's finally over! (Great, now what am I going to do during health class... wait, write, duh, there's a sequel coming...) Adam's POV
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I stare out the bus window, positive that yesterday was the best day of my life. We'd won the state championships. We'd showed the Hawks up once and for all. We had the whole weekend to do absolutely nothing. Things couldn't possibly get better.
How wrong I was.
"Hey! Cat, Charlie, Adam!" a familiar voice yells as we get off the bus. Rat's racing towards us, grinning, Jay right behind her. "Have you guys heard?"
"Heard what?" Charlie asks, looking a little surprised. The last time he saw Rat this enthusiastic, she made us play soccer.
"Varsity lost!" (Varsity's game was yesterday too.)
All of the Ducks look at each other and, like the truly loyal Eden Hall students we are, burst into cheers.
Rat starts to give us the details, but Charlie shuts her up. "No, I don't want the details, you'll be telling us it was a close game and I don't want to hear that yet. They lost! I can't wait to see their faces when they get back!"
In the midst of the celebration, I notice that Julie isn't as thrilled as the rest of the team. I edge over to her. "Hey, what's wrong?"
"Scooter..."
Oh, yeah. I see what she means. We're all plenty thrilled that most of the Varsity jocks got beat, but the moment someone points out that Scooter's also on the team, we'll all get very subdued. It's not that he's going to be horribly upset by losing, he's a good sport. But... he's the goalie. And if I know the Varsity—which I (unfortunately) do—they'll have his head for letting too many shots through.
Speak of the devil. Literally. The Varsity bus chooses now of all times to pull up, and we all turn, ready to... erm... congratulate them. And probably save Scooter's ass.
Scooter is the first out of the bus, and he does not look at all pleased. He yells something at the rest of his team and marches up to us, stops right in front of Julie... and he kisses her.
She owes a lot of Ducks a slap or seven for all the cat-calls running through the ranks. Riley and the rest of his team look ready to kill, but Scooter doesn't seem bothered. I guess we were right. They've gone too far and he's not putting up with it anymore...
He walks away wordlessly, leaving Julie blushing bright red. Rat and I exchange glances.
"I think," she says finally, "he's in real trouble now."
"Soccer team still declaring war on Riley's goons?"
"Of course. You're helping?"
"Of course."
Let the battle begin.