SUDDEN
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NOTE: I do not own any of these characters. They belong to the WB and only the WB. But I do own Leslie and anyone you don't recognize.
Summary: Hockey turns out to be quite useful.
CHAPTER 19
In the cafeteria on Monday Connor walked in and took a seat near a window. As he reached for his soda a hand tapped him on the shoulder. It was Clifton (the team captain).
"Oh, hey," said Connor.
"Sit with us," said Clifton. With that he went back over to the hockey team's table. Connor took his tray and sat down with the other players.
"We need to practice after school tomorrow," said Clifton. "I don't care that we one this one game. We have to win more." He pounded his fist on the table.
"Uh, what's the big deal?" asked Connor puzzled.
Everyone stared at him blankly. "For one thing everybody's making a big deal over it. We are NOT losers," said Clifton. "And that's not going to change."
Before Clifton could say anything else three cheerleaders walked in. One of them was the team captain.
"Hi, guys," the captain said, sitting down. "Guess what. We're having a party for you guys tonight."
"Really?" one of the players asked.
"Of course," said another cheerleader. She looked at Connor and touched his hair. "You know. I never noticed before but you're pretty cute. Can't wait to see you there." She said that as Leslie walked in.
"Leslie," the head cheerleader called over.
"Hey, guys," said Leslie, walking up.
"We're having a totally cool party for the hockey team. You're going to be there, right?"
"Sure, I, uh, I can't," said Leslie remembering. "I'm grounded."
"What?" said the captain of the squad. "How can you be grounded. You don't live with your dad anymore. You live with Connor's family."
"I know. But I still have to listen to them," said Leslie.
"Oh, great, Leslie. You went off and get yourself into trouble during one of the biggest holiday jams. Thanks a lot." With the she and the other two cheerleaders walked off. Leslie gave Connor a sympathetic look. He shrugged. Leslie rolled her eyes and sat near the window.
After school Connor raced up to Angel at the hotel. Leslie sighed and sat on a couch.
"Dad, I know you're probably still mad about Saturday but the cheerleaders are having a party for the hockey team. It'll be at the cheerleader captain's mansion and her parents will be home all night. Can I go?" asked Connor.
"I guess. But here are the rules. No drinking, no smoking, no spin the bottle. In fact, just say no. Be home by nine thirty," said Angel.
"Yes!" exclaimed Connor. "Thanks, Dad." He ran upstairs.
Angel noticed Leslie sour puss as she took out her homework.
"What's wrong?" asked Angel.
"Nothing. My totally unpopular friend is going to a super winter party and I'm stuck here doing my lousy homework," said Leslie dryly.
"You brought it on yourself," said Angel.
"Why doesn't Connor have to suffer?" asked the brunette.
"That's probably what Connor asked himself when you got off the hook last week."
"Do you adults always have to make us feel miserable?" asked Leslie, getting what Angel was saying.
Angel walked up and rubbed her hair. "It's our job. Have fun suffering, sweets." He walked upstairs. Leslie made a low whining noise when he was gone.
POPULARITY
NOTE: I do not own any of these characters. They belong to the WB and only the WB. But I do own Leslie and anyone you don't recognize.
Summary: Hockey turns out to be quite useful.
CHAPTER 19
In the cafeteria on Monday Connor walked in and took a seat near a window. As he reached for his soda a hand tapped him on the shoulder. It was Clifton (the team captain).
"Oh, hey," said Connor.
"Sit with us," said Clifton. With that he went back over to the hockey team's table. Connor took his tray and sat down with the other players.
"We need to practice after school tomorrow," said Clifton. "I don't care that we one this one game. We have to win more." He pounded his fist on the table.
"Uh, what's the big deal?" asked Connor puzzled.
Everyone stared at him blankly. "For one thing everybody's making a big deal over it. We are NOT losers," said Clifton. "And that's not going to change."
Before Clifton could say anything else three cheerleaders walked in. One of them was the team captain.
"Hi, guys," the captain said, sitting down. "Guess what. We're having a party for you guys tonight."
"Really?" one of the players asked.
"Of course," said another cheerleader. She looked at Connor and touched his hair. "You know. I never noticed before but you're pretty cute. Can't wait to see you there." She said that as Leslie walked in.
"Leslie," the head cheerleader called over.
"Hey, guys," said Leslie, walking up.
"We're having a totally cool party for the hockey team. You're going to be there, right?"
"Sure, I, uh, I can't," said Leslie remembering. "I'm grounded."
"What?" said the captain of the squad. "How can you be grounded. You don't live with your dad anymore. You live with Connor's family."
"I know. But I still have to listen to them," said Leslie.
"Oh, great, Leslie. You went off and get yourself into trouble during one of the biggest holiday jams. Thanks a lot." With the she and the other two cheerleaders walked off. Leslie gave Connor a sympathetic look. He shrugged. Leslie rolled her eyes and sat near the window.
After school Connor raced up to Angel at the hotel. Leslie sighed and sat on a couch.
"Dad, I know you're probably still mad about Saturday but the cheerleaders are having a party for the hockey team. It'll be at the cheerleader captain's mansion and her parents will be home all night. Can I go?" asked Connor.
"I guess. But here are the rules. No drinking, no smoking, no spin the bottle. In fact, just say no. Be home by nine thirty," said Angel.
"Yes!" exclaimed Connor. "Thanks, Dad." He ran upstairs.
Angel noticed Leslie sour puss as she took out her homework.
"What's wrong?" asked Angel.
"Nothing. My totally unpopular friend is going to a super winter party and I'm stuck here doing my lousy homework," said Leslie dryly.
"You brought it on yourself," said Angel.
"Why doesn't Connor have to suffer?" asked the brunette.
"That's probably what Connor asked himself when you got off the hook last week."
"Do you adults always have to make us feel miserable?" asked Leslie, getting what Angel was saying.
Angel walked up and rubbed her hair. "It's our job. Have fun suffering, sweets." He walked upstairs. Leslie made a low whining noise when he was gone.