~* I've decided that of all the stories I'm writing this one is my favorite. Not that you care, but just incase you wanted to know. Love Yas Meme*~
I silently asked myself about twenty times how the hell I got myself so involved in that situation as I followed Banksie out of the rink. I passed by the Ducks on the way as they were standing by the exit waiting to see our expressions over their handy work. They were so proud of themselves I don't think they even noticed the tears in Adam's eyes. Julie was laughing, for such a pretty girl she was rotten to the core, I was actually starting to wonder if maybe I'd be better off without her. I had no intentions of saying anything to them at all until they decided to yell something after Banks.
"Where's your pretty new jacket Banksie? Must be chilling with your friends'." It was that cocky Tyler kid, I swear if Gaffney hadn't have been there I would've punched him square in the jaw
"So much for 'Ducks Fly Together' right guys?" I mocked the I continued my pursuit of the disowned Ducky
The chase turned out to be a huge circle as I tracked him all the way back to the ice, where he was taking shots an empty goal. I didn't say anything to him, just skated out and took my spot in the crease, and got a small smile in return. We played for an hour before either of us spoke, this time strangely it was him.
"Teach me to block things." Adam stated abruptly as I reached up and caught a puck from the air.
"Metaphorically?" I knit my eyebrows at him and he shook his head
"No, show me how to play goalie, I've been a scorer so long it's not fun anymore."
I knew that was a lie, I'd seen the look on his face when he'd scored a goal that day, still had that child like proudness. I think in truth the reason hockey wasn't fun anymore was because of who he was playing for and in all truth, I was starting to curse Orion for sending him up and Wilson for asking for him and Riley for excepting him.
"Okay, but then you gotta show me how to shoot." Don't get me wrong, I loved being a goalie but sometimes I just wanted to be able to play like the rest of them.
"Deal."
I have to say that was the most fun I'd had on skates in long time. I'm not sure how much my offence skills improved but it was so great. Banksie learns quick too, he stopped a few of the shots I took off of him, of course I'm not much of a shooter. Oh well. But I enjoyed it a lot anyway. After we were done playing around Adam decided to go home, I offered to drive, but he said he was going to blade. I think he just wanted some time alone, I didn't blame him.
Rick wasn't in our room when we got back and it was definitely a good thing for me. I had a paper due in two days and a migraine. A migraine! Throw in bloating or cramps and I was a girl. *Smacks himself in hand* Anyway I digress, basically you get the idea that I really just wanted to be alone. I curled up on my bed and pushed play on my remote control, letting the soothing sound of Louis Armstrong fill the room. I pulled out my copy of Night by Elie Wiesel and came to the conclusion it would be easier to write the paper if I took the time to finish the book.
I had just closed the book and was about to start the report when my dorm door slammed open and Cole and Rick were standing on the other side of it.
"Jesus there you are Scooter we've been looking all over for you." Of course you know it never struck Riley to check the dorms for me probably hours ago when they started the search
"I've been right here. What's up?" I folded my arms under my head and looked at my friends curiously
"We came up with how we're gonna get those little Duckies back." Cole grumbled
"Oh really, how?" I had been slightly skeptical at first but when they were done explaining I had to admit the plan seemed pretty flawless. Very well thought out and incredibly vengeful. The only thing I was really worried about was what was going to happen when the country club managers called the police and had the entire JV arrested. Then my thoughts drifted over to 'I wonder what Julie would look like in prison stripes.' I am a very weak man.
The next morning we all went down to the gym to pick up the lettermen jackets coach Wilson ordered on twenty four hour delivery for us the night before. They were nicer then the originals actually and Banksie had one of his own, not an old left over. The conversation through most of my classes was the sweet revenge plot for that night. The more they talked about it, the less I was starting to feel it was a good idea.
When I got down to the cafeteria that day Rick and Biff had already gotten a hold of Adam and were proceeding to tell him a load of garbage about them taking the Ducks out to dinner as a truce. Poor kid fell for it, I think mostly he believed them because he wanted to. He wanted to think that everything was going to work out and his friends and his team could grow to get along. Silly little childish fantasy.
I could have sworn I heard somebody make a comment about our new jackets as we approached the table, I think it was the annoying redhead. What's his name, Averman? Either way they didn't look to happy to see us, and Julie was trying to burn a whole through my face with her laser stare, she was so hostile for such a good looking girl. Conway moaned and groaned about their tie against Blake after Riley laid it on real thick about being proud. Then our fearless leader invited them all to dinner, 'Eden Hall tradition' my ass I'd been at that school three years and had never been out to dinner with the other team. It was smart of the Freshmen not to trust any of the gook that was coming out of Rick's mouth at the time, but when Banks smiled at them and said 'It's cool.' they caved. He unsuspectingly sealed their fait, with a pat on Charlie's shoulder. On the bright side I was going to get to see 'The Cat' in a dress.
The beginning of dinner was rather nice to honest with you, with both teams talking of piece between our two groups and for the most part everyone seemed to be having a good time. Well with the exception of Banksie who'd been filled in on the ride over what was really going to happen. Then he'd been told in no uncertain terms that if he spoke one word of warning to the JV, Cole would beat him until his mother couldn't recognize him. From Cole that's not an idol threat. But to make absolutely sure he wasn't allowed anywhere with a Duck unattended.
As we were leaving Riley told the waiters to wheel in the cake, my evil friends really had thought of everything. It was almost scary to the lengths at which they'd go when they felted they'd been wronged. I was scared to see what they were going to do to me when they learned of my infatuation with Julie.
"Scooter, they're never going to be able to afford this." Banksie whispered as we headed for the exit
"Yeah I know, hey do you have a credit card on you?" I asked trying to keep my voice low enough that the others couldn't hear
"I do but it's only got like ten dollars left on it, back to school stuff is expensive."
I shook my head with a smile, pulling my Visa from my wallet
"Alright here take mine run it in to your friends."
"Thanks." That would've been great if Rick hadn't intercepted him at the door, luckily he was able to get away with a lame excuse of he wanted to see the expression on the JV's faces. I wouldn't have fell for it but thank heaven Riley did.
As we loaded into the cars and set off for home there was only one thing on my mind. How were the Ducks going to get us back for this one.?
I silently asked myself about twenty times how the hell I got myself so involved in that situation as I followed Banksie out of the rink. I passed by the Ducks on the way as they were standing by the exit waiting to see our expressions over their handy work. They were so proud of themselves I don't think they even noticed the tears in Adam's eyes. Julie was laughing, for such a pretty girl she was rotten to the core, I was actually starting to wonder if maybe I'd be better off without her. I had no intentions of saying anything to them at all until they decided to yell something after Banks.
"Where's your pretty new jacket Banksie? Must be chilling with your friends'." It was that cocky Tyler kid, I swear if Gaffney hadn't have been there I would've punched him square in the jaw
"So much for 'Ducks Fly Together' right guys?" I mocked the I continued my pursuit of the disowned Ducky
The chase turned out to be a huge circle as I tracked him all the way back to the ice, where he was taking shots an empty goal. I didn't say anything to him, just skated out and took my spot in the crease, and got a small smile in return. We played for an hour before either of us spoke, this time strangely it was him.
"Teach me to block things." Adam stated abruptly as I reached up and caught a puck from the air.
"Metaphorically?" I knit my eyebrows at him and he shook his head
"No, show me how to play goalie, I've been a scorer so long it's not fun anymore."
I knew that was a lie, I'd seen the look on his face when he'd scored a goal that day, still had that child like proudness. I think in truth the reason hockey wasn't fun anymore was because of who he was playing for and in all truth, I was starting to curse Orion for sending him up and Wilson for asking for him and Riley for excepting him.
"Okay, but then you gotta show me how to shoot." Don't get me wrong, I loved being a goalie but sometimes I just wanted to be able to play like the rest of them.
"Deal."
I have to say that was the most fun I'd had on skates in long time. I'm not sure how much my offence skills improved but it was so great. Banksie learns quick too, he stopped a few of the shots I took off of him, of course I'm not much of a shooter. Oh well. But I enjoyed it a lot anyway. After we were done playing around Adam decided to go home, I offered to drive, but he said he was going to blade. I think he just wanted some time alone, I didn't blame him.
Rick wasn't in our room when we got back and it was definitely a good thing for me. I had a paper due in two days and a migraine. A migraine! Throw in bloating or cramps and I was a girl. *Smacks himself in hand* Anyway I digress, basically you get the idea that I really just wanted to be alone. I curled up on my bed and pushed play on my remote control, letting the soothing sound of Louis Armstrong fill the room. I pulled out my copy of Night by Elie Wiesel and came to the conclusion it would be easier to write the paper if I took the time to finish the book.
I had just closed the book and was about to start the report when my dorm door slammed open and Cole and Rick were standing on the other side of it.
"Jesus there you are Scooter we've been looking all over for you." Of course you know it never struck Riley to check the dorms for me probably hours ago when they started the search
"I've been right here. What's up?" I folded my arms under my head and looked at my friends curiously
"We came up with how we're gonna get those little Duckies back." Cole grumbled
"Oh really, how?" I had been slightly skeptical at first but when they were done explaining I had to admit the plan seemed pretty flawless. Very well thought out and incredibly vengeful. The only thing I was really worried about was what was going to happen when the country club managers called the police and had the entire JV arrested. Then my thoughts drifted over to 'I wonder what Julie would look like in prison stripes.' I am a very weak man.
The next morning we all went down to the gym to pick up the lettermen jackets coach Wilson ordered on twenty four hour delivery for us the night before. They were nicer then the originals actually and Banksie had one of his own, not an old left over. The conversation through most of my classes was the sweet revenge plot for that night. The more they talked about it, the less I was starting to feel it was a good idea.
When I got down to the cafeteria that day Rick and Biff had already gotten a hold of Adam and were proceeding to tell him a load of garbage about them taking the Ducks out to dinner as a truce. Poor kid fell for it, I think mostly he believed them because he wanted to. He wanted to think that everything was going to work out and his friends and his team could grow to get along. Silly little childish fantasy.
I could have sworn I heard somebody make a comment about our new jackets as we approached the table, I think it was the annoying redhead. What's his name, Averman? Either way they didn't look to happy to see us, and Julie was trying to burn a whole through my face with her laser stare, she was so hostile for such a good looking girl. Conway moaned and groaned about their tie against Blake after Riley laid it on real thick about being proud. Then our fearless leader invited them all to dinner, 'Eden Hall tradition' my ass I'd been at that school three years and had never been out to dinner with the other team. It was smart of the Freshmen not to trust any of the gook that was coming out of Rick's mouth at the time, but when Banks smiled at them and said 'It's cool.' they caved. He unsuspectingly sealed their fait, with a pat on Charlie's shoulder. On the bright side I was going to get to see 'The Cat' in a dress.
The beginning of dinner was rather nice to honest with you, with both teams talking of piece between our two groups and for the most part everyone seemed to be having a good time. Well with the exception of Banksie who'd been filled in on the ride over what was really going to happen. Then he'd been told in no uncertain terms that if he spoke one word of warning to the JV, Cole would beat him until his mother couldn't recognize him. From Cole that's not an idol threat. But to make absolutely sure he wasn't allowed anywhere with a Duck unattended.
As we were leaving Riley told the waiters to wheel in the cake, my evil friends really had thought of everything. It was almost scary to the lengths at which they'd go when they felted they'd been wronged. I was scared to see what they were going to do to me when they learned of my infatuation with Julie.
"Scooter, they're never going to be able to afford this." Banksie whispered as we headed for the exit
"Yeah I know, hey do you have a credit card on you?" I asked trying to keep my voice low enough that the others couldn't hear
"I do but it's only got like ten dollars left on it, back to school stuff is expensive."
I shook my head with a smile, pulling my Visa from my wallet
"Alright here take mine run it in to your friends."
"Thanks." That would've been great if Rick hadn't intercepted him at the door, luckily he was able to get away with a lame excuse of he wanted to see the expression on the JV's faces. I wouldn't have fell for it but thank heaven Riley did.
As we loaded into the cars and set off for home there was only one thing on my mind. How were the Ducks going to get us back for this one.?