New chapter finally! I wrote most of this a couple weeks ago, but I lost the paper and never got around to writing it up until now. I donno, I don't really like how it flows (or doesn't), so let me know what you honestly think and what I should do to improve. Thanks!

Nothing Loved

Chapter 3

 Stepping into the locker room, I'm struck by how quiet it is. Normally when I'm here, the rest of the Ducks are too.

 I turn on a shower and then strip and wrap a towel around my waist, testing the water before I step in. Perfect. As the water runs over me, I feel myself relaxing more and more until I'm almost asleep. When I finally drag my eyes open to check my watch, I have exactly 10 minutes to get to Goldberg's dorm.

 Sighing, I turn the water off and reach for my towel as I open the curtain. But my towel isn't there. And it hasn't fallen on the floor either.

"Looking for this?" I snap my head up and see Riley standing there, looking smug and holding my towel.

"Why Riley!" I bat my eyelashes at him, hiding a smirk. If I do this right… "I didn't know you cared!"

Sure enough, he throws my towel at me. I don't bother walking over to my locker. It's obvious he's taken my clothes. A quick glance also reveals my other possessions gone. Riley is looking smug again.

"Your clothes and the rest of your crap is being spread out over the campus in a general trail to your dorm. You better hope you find it all before the dean gives you detention for indecent exposure."  As he turns to walk out, I launch myself at him, grab his shoulder and whirl him around to introduce his nose to my fist.

Something crunches and he yelps, frantically trying to stop the blood pouring from the crushed bone and cartilage that was once his nose. He runs out and this time I let him go.

Twenty minutes later, I arrive at Goldie's dorm juggling my skates, stick, clothes, CD's, Discman, keys and wallet while desperately trying to keep my towel from falling off. Kicking the door, I wait until Goldie appears and push past him, reaching the bathroom moments before I would have embarrassed myself, Connie and Julie.

When I'm dressed, organized and calmed, I step out into the room and grab a spot on the floor. Fulton looks at me warily, remembering my mood before and knowing this can't have improved it. I grin, which I know won't reassure him and shut my eyes.

"Varsity?" Goldie wants to know. I can hear in his voice that he wants a fight.

"Riley." I open one eye and watch the team murmur angrily. "It's taken care of. He won't do it again." They don't look ready to drop it. "What are we here for anyway?"

Ken speaks up. "Well, we gotta figure out a way to revenge on Varsity for the whole towel thing."

"Funny you should talk Ken, those towels are normal sized for you." Fulton points out. "It's guys like me and Portman and Goldie who look like we're wearing washcloths."

"Postage stamps." I mutter. "They're fucking postage stamps. Anyway, I had a couple ideas but I donno if they'll work. You guys got anything?"

"Well, we were thinking something along the lines of hair dye in their shampoo. Pink would fit them nicely." Julie has this evil grin on her face that's mildly disturbing. "If we got that semi-permanent crap, they'd have to dye their hair to get it out."

In the end, we decide on a mixture of pink hair dye and that hair removal cream. We know that most of Varsity is very picky about their hair and use conditioner, which means we can put the hair dye in the shampoo and the removal crap in the conditioner. Perfect.

We watch a couple of movies after that and by the time me and Fulton get back to our dorm, it's pretty late and there's a note on the door that says I have to go see the dean tomorrow at 10:30am. Fun times.

"Mr. Portman, it has come to my attention that Mr. Riley's nose has mysteriously been broken. He refuses to tell me who did it, but I heard that you were in the locker room with him at the time his nose broke." Suddenly, I'm tired of all this. So I'll fucking get detention.

"Actually dean, I broke his nose. I was pissed off at him and I broke the bastard's nose." He's staring at me like I just told him I was abducted and probed by aliens and they want to take over the school.

"You admit it? Well, that won't get you anywhere." Evidently he's decided I wanted a lighter punishment. "4 weeks of detention Mr. Portman. And a 10:00 curfew."

"Alright." I stand up and walk out of the office as he stares after me in shock.