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Charlie and Adam were busy unloading their gear. Adam had taken the Coach's advice and put an ice pack on his bright red wrist.
"How's it feel?" Charlie asked. Banks shrugged, "Fine." Charlie said nothing but had a bad feeling it was anything but fine.
"Alright, well, I'm going down to the lobby to find a phone. I need to call Linda. I kind of left on bad terms." Charlie explained.
Adam had been ready to volunteer his cell phone then quickly changed his mind. If Charlie wanted to call his mom, that was one thing. But Linda. he saw no reason to make it more convenient. "You're whipped." Adam informed him.
"Dude!" Charlie protested, clearly agitated. "Mind your own business! You don't see me bothering you about Julie!"
"What about Julie?" Adam shot back, defensive. "Never mind," Charlie muttered. But Adam wouldn't let it go.
"No, finish what you start." Adam told Charlie, his voice rising. "All I meant," Charlie told him, "Was that I don't ask you about Julie so don't bother me about Linda. You don't even have the guts to tell Julie how you feel, Banksie."
"Julie is my friend. You don't know anything about it." Adam snapped. "And the last thing I want you to do is hurt her by opening your big trap. She likes Portman, she's happy. And I'm happy."
"Yeah, right." Charlie countered. "I know you, and I've seen the way you look at her. I don't want to hurt you Adam, but living this lie, you're doing a pretty good job of hurting yourself."
"You just don't get it!" Adam shouted.
"Get what?" Charlie fired back, meeting Adam's anger with his own. "Just forget about it!" Adam answered.
Adam stormed out of the room and didn't look back. "Geez, how did that happen?" Charlie asked himself, crossing the room to sit down on the edge of his bed. It was all a blur.
Way to go, Conway, he thought, tick off the star player the day before the biggest tournament of the year. That's the way to be a captain.
"Hey, Banks, Charlie," Russ said barging into the room, "Get your lazy rear ends out here. The team's going to go condition."
"I'm coming," Charlie said. "Banks had to blow off some steam. He'll be here soon."
"Alright, yeah, let's go." Russ said, "Knowing Adam, that's probably where he went. He probably already started, the nerd."
But they were both wrong. Adam wasn't already there. Not when they got arrived, or any time after.
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Charlie and Adam were busy unloading their gear. Adam had taken the Coach's advice and put an ice pack on his bright red wrist.
"How's it feel?" Charlie asked. Banks shrugged, "Fine." Charlie said nothing but had a bad feeling it was anything but fine.
"Alright, well, I'm going down to the lobby to find a phone. I need to call Linda. I kind of left on bad terms." Charlie explained.
Adam had been ready to volunteer his cell phone then quickly changed his mind. If Charlie wanted to call his mom, that was one thing. But Linda. he saw no reason to make it more convenient. "You're whipped." Adam informed him.
"Dude!" Charlie protested, clearly agitated. "Mind your own business! You don't see me bothering you about Julie!"
"What about Julie?" Adam shot back, defensive. "Never mind," Charlie muttered. But Adam wouldn't let it go.
"No, finish what you start." Adam told Charlie, his voice rising. "All I meant," Charlie told him, "Was that I don't ask you about Julie so don't bother me about Linda. You don't even have the guts to tell Julie how you feel, Banksie."
"Julie is my friend. You don't know anything about it." Adam snapped. "And the last thing I want you to do is hurt her by opening your big trap. She likes Portman, she's happy. And I'm happy."
"Yeah, right." Charlie countered. "I know you, and I've seen the way you look at her. I don't want to hurt you Adam, but living this lie, you're doing a pretty good job of hurting yourself."
"You just don't get it!" Adam shouted.
"Get what?" Charlie fired back, meeting Adam's anger with his own. "Just forget about it!" Adam answered.
Adam stormed out of the room and didn't look back. "Geez, how did that happen?" Charlie asked himself, crossing the room to sit down on the edge of his bed. It was all a blur.
Way to go, Conway, he thought, tick off the star player the day before the biggest tournament of the year. That's the way to be a captain.
"Hey, Banks, Charlie," Russ said barging into the room, "Get your lazy rear ends out here. The team's going to go condition."
"I'm coming," Charlie said. "Banks had to blow off some steam. He'll be here soon."
"Alright, yeah, let's go." Russ said, "Knowing Adam, that's probably where he went. He probably already started, the nerd."
But they were both wrong. Adam wasn't already there. Not when they got arrived, or any time after.
