~* I know it's weird to do an entire story as Scooter but I think he's really cool and deserves some credit, I hope this coming out the way you guys want. Lemme know about likes, dislikes and of course suggestions. This is another story with no beta reader, so please bare with me and being that I never found out what the beta notice is I hope I'm not violating some rule. As always review me please!*~
I was storing my clothes in my armoire when my roommate walked in that night, I have to say that since I got back to the dorms I had been wondering who I'd be sharing the only privacy I had with. Luckily when the door opened my bunk buddy was Riley
"Hey Scooter." He puffed
"Rick, I thought they were gonna have you rooming with Cole again this year." I looked up from a pile of slacks to see him struggling to get two enormous suitcases through the door at once
"I think the placement association smartened up after last year." Our captain smirked
He and Cole had shared a room freshmen through junior year, causing loads of trouble but nothing compared to what they did last year when they decided to knock out one of the closets and extend the bathroom. Dean Buckley had a fit, I honestly thought he was going to have a coronary. That would've been interesting to explain to the 911 dispatcher
'Well the headmaster came in from inspections and noticed the gaping whole in the wall. He turned all purple, then the vein in his neck started to bulge and his eye balls pop out, now he's on the floor passed out. Please send an ambulance.'
*Shakes head to clear thoughts and avoids breaking into a fit of giggles at the memory.*
Anyway they were so lucky that the dean is afraid of Tome Riley or else they both would have been expelled.
"I for one am glad you're in here. Last year I had to room with Gary Brown, the guys sneakers smell like moldy cheese."
I hope that I didn't complete disgust you with that comparison but it's true. I honest to god use to make him take his shoes off in the hall, for fear he'd set the smoke alarm and sprinkler off in my room with those nasty things. Not to mention leaving the window open year round to air out the stench. And winter in Minnesota is freezing I'm lucky I play hockey and I'm use to the cold or you'd be talking to a goaliecle right now.
Right I'm off the subject again, at least I caught my self this time. *Sticks out tongue in very immature and not Scooterish manner*
"That's pretty gross." Rick crinkled his nose throwing one of his bags up on his bed and unzipping it "Cole's with Gary this year." He laughed evilly
"Poor guy." He had my deepest sympathy believe me
"Yeah, it doesn't matter though he'll be out with Cindy most of the time anyway. You know man you could use a girl."
'Gee Riley, ya think?'
"Oh come on, you try this every year and every year you set me up with one ditz after another. I'm surprised my IQ didn't drop just for spending the night with half of them." I scoffed tossing a pair of socks in my top draw
"Name one ditz I set you up with." Riley actually crossed his arms like an indignant seven year old
"Valerie Rivera." I noted, reminding him of the extremely leggy member of the swim team I dated for a month sophomore year. The girl was gorgeous, so gorgeous in fact that she got through school by convincing guys to do all her work. That was a bright thing to do because she was such and air head she showed up at all her lessons one Saturday and wondered why nobody was in class. Then she came over to my dorm and said I avoided her in school all day. Can we say duh much?
"Alright Val wasn't too bright, who else do you got?"
"Camilla Lambert." I declared with a sigh
"Hey Cami's Mindy's best friend." Mindy was Rick's cheerleader girlfriend and probably the only girl on the squad with enough brains to walk and chew gum at the same time.
"Yeah Cami was brilliant, unless you count the day she left a voice mail on my cell phone saying 'Hi Derek, it's Cam. I'm just wanted to tell you I can't wait to see you tonight, Scooter thinks I'm going to a slumber party at Mindy's. What a moron. Call me.'." Yeah I was the moron right sweetie. That was my last relationship, we broke up three weeks before school started
"Okay, then find a girl on your own." The dark haired boy commanded me
"I intend to, if I can find a decent one out there." I replied dropping into my desk chair with another sigh
"There has to be some chick some where you're interested in."
I had two options tell the truth 'Yeah the JV goalie is really pretty and I'd love to boink her.' or lie 'No, not really. There isn't any interesting girls here this year.' Well I couldn't very well tell him the truth, but I hate to lie so I did the next best thing. I changed the subject
"Whatever. So did Orion tell you if they're sending anyone up from JV?"
"Yeah, we're getting Adam Banks. I can barley contain my excitement. But I guess he's not that bad, he's not white trash like the rest of them. His dad's some big shot lawyer in Edina or something. Speaking of which we better get over the dining room and intercept him before he sits with those damn Ducks." He got off his bed and walked out the door, I followed shaking my head. That was going to be fun to watch.
When we got the cafeteria Cole was waiting by the door with some of the other players, Brown, Kabine and Labine to be exact. They accompanied over to the Ducks table where Rick of course insisted on making a scene
"You're not a Duck anymore Banksie-boy, you don't belong with these low lives. Varsity has their own table, let's go."
"I'm gonna sit with my friends, if that's okay." The kid said back in a voice scarcely louder then a whisper.
'Great he picked the quiet one out of all of them to start with on their first day.' I thought rolling my eyes
"No it's not okay, you're a Warrior now." That was Cole, being his normal warm and cuddly self glaring at the freshmen with his fist tight and jaw clenched.
I could tell by the look in Banks' eyes he was scared shitless, not that I blame him, Cole was the best known enforcer in the state. That's when I noticed Julie there, she was sitting right next to Adam, her greenish eyes like ice. I knew if there was going to be any chance in hell she wasn't going to hate me forever I was going to have to be nice to the Ducks.
Leaning over between the two of them I whispered to Adam
"It'll be better for everyone if you just come with us. I'll look out for you don't worry."
The younger boy nodded and followed us over to our table with a distinct deer caught in the headlights look. I felt awfully bad for him, but I hoped I scored some brownie points with Gaffney for that.
"Thanks." He said as I lowered my tray next to him, while the others were still in line
"Don't worry about it, I know how you feel, I joined Varsity last year as a sophomore. It's not so bad though, the guys really stand together you know, 'Warrior pride'." I patted his shoulder lightly
"We have a motto like that it's 'Ducks fly together' well I guess maybe they have a motto like that." He gestured to where his friends were busy eating and throwing food at each other.
"Don't worry about them, I have a feeling you're never going to have the heart of a Warrior anyway, that's not necessarily a bad thing either. Being a Duck seems cool enough, just don't let Rick or Cole catch you fraternizing with the enemy."
"Okay." He nodded again and took a bite of his grilled cheese, I could tell from his expression it pretty much tasted like kitty litter poor kid. "I owe you though."
"You wanna make it up to me, talk me up to your goalie."
"Jules?"
"No Goldberg." I laughed
And his eyes went as wide as saucers
"Are you serious?"
"Yes Banks, I'm very gay. No of course Julie, tell her I'm a wicked nice guy and stuff, she's real cute, I like her."
"Sure, but the last guy that made a move on her that she wasn't into wound up with a black eye. We're still trying to figure out how she managed that, Portman had his mask on and all."
I was going to ask further about Gaffney's violent streak when the rest of the team came back, stopping our conversation very abruptly. No one said anything to Banks, but I could tell that was possibly the most uncomfortable he'd ever felt in his life. Then to add insult to injury coach Wilson came bounding across the dining hall, with lettermen jacket in hand. He had taken one of the left over jackets from last year over to the local mall and had AB 99 embroidered on the front. He wanted to make sure, that the new player had one to wear to school the next day like the rest of us. I'm sure that was like pouring salt in the already deep wounds of the JV.
I was storing my clothes in my armoire when my roommate walked in that night, I have to say that since I got back to the dorms I had been wondering who I'd be sharing the only privacy I had with. Luckily when the door opened my bunk buddy was Riley
"Hey Scooter." He puffed
"Rick, I thought they were gonna have you rooming with Cole again this year." I looked up from a pile of slacks to see him struggling to get two enormous suitcases through the door at once
"I think the placement association smartened up after last year." Our captain smirked
He and Cole had shared a room freshmen through junior year, causing loads of trouble but nothing compared to what they did last year when they decided to knock out one of the closets and extend the bathroom. Dean Buckley had a fit, I honestly thought he was going to have a coronary. That would've been interesting to explain to the 911 dispatcher
'Well the headmaster came in from inspections and noticed the gaping whole in the wall. He turned all purple, then the vein in his neck started to bulge and his eye balls pop out, now he's on the floor passed out. Please send an ambulance.'
*Shakes head to clear thoughts and avoids breaking into a fit of giggles at the memory.*
Anyway they were so lucky that the dean is afraid of Tome Riley or else they both would have been expelled.
"I for one am glad you're in here. Last year I had to room with Gary Brown, the guys sneakers smell like moldy cheese."
I hope that I didn't complete disgust you with that comparison but it's true. I honest to god use to make him take his shoes off in the hall, for fear he'd set the smoke alarm and sprinkler off in my room with those nasty things. Not to mention leaving the window open year round to air out the stench. And winter in Minnesota is freezing I'm lucky I play hockey and I'm use to the cold or you'd be talking to a goaliecle right now.
Right I'm off the subject again, at least I caught my self this time. *Sticks out tongue in very immature and not Scooterish manner*
"That's pretty gross." Rick crinkled his nose throwing one of his bags up on his bed and unzipping it "Cole's with Gary this year." He laughed evilly
"Poor guy." He had my deepest sympathy believe me
"Yeah, it doesn't matter though he'll be out with Cindy most of the time anyway. You know man you could use a girl."
'Gee Riley, ya think?'
"Oh come on, you try this every year and every year you set me up with one ditz after another. I'm surprised my IQ didn't drop just for spending the night with half of them." I scoffed tossing a pair of socks in my top draw
"Name one ditz I set you up with." Riley actually crossed his arms like an indignant seven year old
"Valerie Rivera." I noted, reminding him of the extremely leggy member of the swim team I dated for a month sophomore year. The girl was gorgeous, so gorgeous in fact that she got through school by convincing guys to do all her work. That was a bright thing to do because she was such and air head she showed up at all her lessons one Saturday and wondered why nobody was in class. Then she came over to my dorm and said I avoided her in school all day. Can we say duh much?
"Alright Val wasn't too bright, who else do you got?"
"Camilla Lambert." I declared with a sigh
"Hey Cami's Mindy's best friend." Mindy was Rick's cheerleader girlfriend and probably the only girl on the squad with enough brains to walk and chew gum at the same time.
"Yeah Cami was brilliant, unless you count the day she left a voice mail on my cell phone saying 'Hi Derek, it's Cam. I'm just wanted to tell you I can't wait to see you tonight, Scooter thinks I'm going to a slumber party at Mindy's. What a moron. Call me.'." Yeah I was the moron right sweetie. That was my last relationship, we broke up three weeks before school started
"Okay, then find a girl on your own." The dark haired boy commanded me
"I intend to, if I can find a decent one out there." I replied dropping into my desk chair with another sigh
"There has to be some chick some where you're interested in."
I had two options tell the truth 'Yeah the JV goalie is really pretty and I'd love to boink her.' or lie 'No, not really. There isn't any interesting girls here this year.' Well I couldn't very well tell him the truth, but I hate to lie so I did the next best thing. I changed the subject
"Whatever. So did Orion tell you if they're sending anyone up from JV?"
"Yeah, we're getting Adam Banks. I can barley contain my excitement. But I guess he's not that bad, he's not white trash like the rest of them. His dad's some big shot lawyer in Edina or something. Speaking of which we better get over the dining room and intercept him before he sits with those damn Ducks." He got off his bed and walked out the door, I followed shaking my head. That was going to be fun to watch.
When we got the cafeteria Cole was waiting by the door with some of the other players, Brown, Kabine and Labine to be exact. They accompanied over to the Ducks table where Rick of course insisted on making a scene
"You're not a Duck anymore Banksie-boy, you don't belong with these low lives. Varsity has their own table, let's go."
"I'm gonna sit with my friends, if that's okay." The kid said back in a voice scarcely louder then a whisper.
'Great he picked the quiet one out of all of them to start with on their first day.' I thought rolling my eyes
"No it's not okay, you're a Warrior now." That was Cole, being his normal warm and cuddly self glaring at the freshmen with his fist tight and jaw clenched.
I could tell by the look in Banks' eyes he was scared shitless, not that I blame him, Cole was the best known enforcer in the state. That's when I noticed Julie there, she was sitting right next to Adam, her greenish eyes like ice. I knew if there was going to be any chance in hell she wasn't going to hate me forever I was going to have to be nice to the Ducks.
Leaning over between the two of them I whispered to Adam
"It'll be better for everyone if you just come with us. I'll look out for you don't worry."
The younger boy nodded and followed us over to our table with a distinct deer caught in the headlights look. I felt awfully bad for him, but I hoped I scored some brownie points with Gaffney for that.
"Thanks." He said as I lowered my tray next to him, while the others were still in line
"Don't worry about it, I know how you feel, I joined Varsity last year as a sophomore. It's not so bad though, the guys really stand together you know, 'Warrior pride'." I patted his shoulder lightly
"We have a motto like that it's 'Ducks fly together' well I guess maybe they have a motto like that." He gestured to where his friends were busy eating and throwing food at each other.
"Don't worry about them, I have a feeling you're never going to have the heart of a Warrior anyway, that's not necessarily a bad thing either. Being a Duck seems cool enough, just don't let Rick or Cole catch you fraternizing with the enemy."
"Okay." He nodded again and took a bite of his grilled cheese, I could tell from his expression it pretty much tasted like kitty litter poor kid. "I owe you though."
"You wanna make it up to me, talk me up to your goalie."
"Jules?"
"No Goldberg." I laughed
And his eyes went as wide as saucers
"Are you serious?"
"Yes Banks, I'm very gay. No of course Julie, tell her I'm a wicked nice guy and stuff, she's real cute, I like her."
"Sure, but the last guy that made a move on her that she wasn't into wound up with a black eye. We're still trying to figure out how she managed that, Portman had his mask on and all."
I was going to ask further about Gaffney's violent streak when the rest of the team came back, stopping our conversation very abruptly. No one said anything to Banks, but I could tell that was possibly the most uncomfortable he'd ever felt in his life. Then to add insult to injury coach Wilson came bounding across the dining hall, with lettermen jacket in hand. He had taken one of the left over jackets from last year over to the local mall and had AB 99 embroidered on the front. He wanted to make sure, that the new player had one to wear to school the next day like the rest of us. I'm sure that was like pouring salt in the already deep wounds of the JV.