I was a traitor with a capital T back in those days. Falling for a lady Duck and taking the outcast Duck under my wing. Okay, bad pun there. Let's just put it as I befriend him. Being nice to Banks was because I really don't like to see anyone down, wanting Julie that was basically for the mere sport of it all. I mean she was plainly pretty, talented, intelligent and a challenge. Not that I'm saying girls like flocked to me like bees to honey but I was a relatively attractive guy and that usually made hooking up with whatever girl I was interested in at least agree to one date. But Gaffney seemed more likely to break my nose then see a movie. Scott Vanderbilt never backed down from a challenge before that and I wasn't about to start then.
It was Thursday, the day before our first game and most of the team was sitting in my dorm listening to Riley rant and rave about 'Those damn Ducks'. I was trying to do my homework while appearing to pay attention, plus praying Banksie didn't decide then that he needed to talk to me. For what I was hearing of the conversation the rest of the team was going to sneak into the JV locker room and put the freshmen teams clothes in the shower. I was pretty positive if our new teammate over heard that he'd tell his friends and all holy hell would break lose.
"Come one guys don't you think that's a little childish?" I turned in my desk chair to face a sea of frowns
"Are you going soft on us Scooter?" One of our defense men asked crossing his arms
"No, it just seems pretty stupid that's all. I mean what have those kids really done to deserve this really?" I stuck my pencil behind me ear and waited for whatever lame excuse Riley or Cole would come up with
"I guess the bag of horse shit isn't a good enough reason for you right goalie?" Ooh angry Cole with a violent glare, that wasn't a pleasant sight.
"Well you had been stealing Kenny Wu's lunch, Cole."
"So does this mean you're not gonna help us Scooter?" Nothing like putting me on the spot Rick, I thanked him so much for that.
"I dunno, what can I do that won't have me drenching their clothes? Besides how many morons does it take to turned the shower on?"
"That a boy. Okay here's what you can do…"
My job was to buy the shaving cream that the other would use to write a nasty message with. How stupid was that? Well at least I was too involved with it, if I ever got and in with Julie I could be telling the truth when I said 'I had nothing to do with the wet clothes deal.' *Smiles sweetly and folds hands like a cherub*
The next day was as hectic as you could imagine it could be times ten. Eating a good healthy breakfast is a must for me to play my best, so I got up and got myself a muffin, apple and o-jay. As luck would have it just as my hand reached out for the last Sunny Delight, so did someone else's. A slender hand, a fast hand, a goalie's hand.
"You can have it." I offered grabbing at a cran-grape instead.
"No, you have it." She argued.
"Julie, it's just juice take it."
"Look Vanderbilt, I don't want the stupid juice."
"Well I don't either."
"Fine." She sighed, then an sinful smirk crossed her kissable a pink lips "On second thought Scooter you should have it." With that she pulled off the top and poured it down the front of my pants.
"Have an accident Scooter?" Labine snickered gesturing to the front of my Khakis.
"I had a run in the Duck's goalie." I grumbled patting my crotch with a napkin.
"Don't worry, we'll get 'em." Kabine asserted causing Adam's head to shoot up like a rocket. That wasn't good.
"What are you guys doing to my friends?" He asked quietly, his blue eyes so wide I thought for sure they'd fall out of his head.
"They're not your friends anymore Banksie, look at them over there playing and laughing around. They don't even miss you. We're all you got left, so don't be stupid and warn them, warriors stick together, you're one of us." Way to break what little spirit the kid had left, Rick. Dumb-ass.
The JV game didn't go the way many of us expected, no strike that, the way everyone expected. Half of the spectators were sure the Ducks would beat Blake with ease, the other were certain they'd lose. Nobody even dreamed they'd tie in the last period. But while the game its self was surprising, the prank went off precisely as planned. Riley, Mindy, Cole, Cindy and I kept Banks from cheering to much and had the perfect alibi, we were at the game with an ex-Duck the whole time. I can pretty much guarantee Biff hadn't come up with that one.
Our game went play by play the way the audience though it would. We won by five and Banksie even scored a goal. It was great, but we didn't celebrate the win like the Ducks did. We never did, I guess when you're used to coming out on top winning just doesn't matter as much to you anymore. Not that we took it for granted, we were happy, some of us even smiling. That is until we entered our locker room, everything was frozen solid. Cole's varsity jacket shattered like glass when it hit the floor.
"Ducks." Riley griped punching his jacket causing it to explode as well.
I wasn't happy about my outfit being an icicle but I could handle it, it was a pretty killer idea. I had to find out one day who came up with that prank. In fact I was stifling a chuckle, before I looked over at Adam, his locker was worse then anyone else's and they'd even left him a note reading 'Duck's fly together, Warrior's die together. Sorry Cake-Eater you're one of them now.' I couldn't help but pity him as one tear rolled down his cheek and he fled like a bat out of hell.
If all is fair in love and war, then why wasn't any of this making me feel good?
It was Thursday, the day before our first game and most of the team was sitting in my dorm listening to Riley rant and rave about 'Those damn Ducks'. I was trying to do my homework while appearing to pay attention, plus praying Banksie didn't decide then that he needed to talk to me. For what I was hearing of the conversation the rest of the team was going to sneak into the JV locker room and put the freshmen teams clothes in the shower. I was pretty positive if our new teammate over heard that he'd tell his friends and all holy hell would break lose.
"Come one guys don't you think that's a little childish?" I turned in my desk chair to face a sea of frowns
"Are you going soft on us Scooter?" One of our defense men asked crossing his arms
"No, it just seems pretty stupid that's all. I mean what have those kids really done to deserve this really?" I stuck my pencil behind me ear and waited for whatever lame excuse Riley or Cole would come up with
"I guess the bag of horse shit isn't a good enough reason for you right goalie?" Ooh angry Cole with a violent glare, that wasn't a pleasant sight.
"Well you had been stealing Kenny Wu's lunch, Cole."
"So does this mean you're not gonna help us Scooter?" Nothing like putting me on the spot Rick, I thanked him so much for that.
"I dunno, what can I do that won't have me drenching their clothes? Besides how many morons does it take to turned the shower on?"
"That a boy. Okay here's what you can do…"
My job was to buy the shaving cream that the other would use to write a nasty message with. How stupid was that? Well at least I was too involved with it, if I ever got and in with Julie I could be telling the truth when I said 'I had nothing to do with the wet clothes deal.' *Smiles sweetly and folds hands like a cherub*
The next day was as hectic as you could imagine it could be times ten. Eating a good healthy breakfast is a must for me to play my best, so I got up and got myself a muffin, apple and o-jay. As luck would have it just as my hand reached out for the last Sunny Delight, so did someone else's. A slender hand, a fast hand, a goalie's hand.
"You can have it." I offered grabbing at a cran-grape instead.
"No, you have it." She argued.
"Julie, it's just juice take it."
"Look Vanderbilt, I don't want the stupid juice."
"Well I don't either."
"Fine." She sighed, then an sinful smirk crossed her kissable a pink lips "On second thought Scooter you should have it." With that she pulled off the top and poured it down the front of my pants.
"Have an accident Scooter?" Labine snickered gesturing to the front of my Khakis.
"I had a run in the Duck's goalie." I grumbled patting my crotch with a napkin.
"Don't worry, we'll get 'em." Kabine asserted causing Adam's head to shoot up like a rocket. That wasn't good.
"What are you guys doing to my friends?" He asked quietly, his blue eyes so wide I thought for sure they'd fall out of his head.
"They're not your friends anymore Banksie, look at them over there playing and laughing around. They don't even miss you. We're all you got left, so don't be stupid and warn them, warriors stick together, you're one of us." Way to break what little spirit the kid had left, Rick. Dumb-ass.
The JV game didn't go the way many of us expected, no strike that, the way everyone expected. Half of the spectators were sure the Ducks would beat Blake with ease, the other were certain they'd lose. Nobody even dreamed they'd tie in the last period. But while the game its self was surprising, the prank went off precisely as planned. Riley, Mindy, Cole, Cindy and I kept Banks from cheering to much and had the perfect alibi, we were at the game with an ex-Duck the whole time. I can pretty much guarantee Biff hadn't come up with that one.
Our game went play by play the way the audience though it would. We won by five and Banksie even scored a goal. It was great, but we didn't celebrate the win like the Ducks did. We never did, I guess when you're used to coming out on top winning just doesn't matter as much to you anymore. Not that we took it for granted, we were happy, some of us even smiling. That is until we entered our locker room, everything was frozen solid. Cole's varsity jacket shattered like glass when it hit the floor.
"Ducks." Riley griped punching his jacket causing it to explode as well.
I wasn't happy about my outfit being an icicle but I could handle it, it was a pretty killer idea. I had to find out one day who came up with that prank. In fact I was stifling a chuckle, before I looked over at Adam, his locker was worse then anyone else's and they'd even left him a note reading 'Duck's fly together, Warrior's die together. Sorry Cake-Eater you're one of them now.' I couldn't help but pity him as one tear rolled down his cheek and he fled like a bat out of hell.
If all is fair in love and war, then why wasn't any of this making me feel good?