Title: And I Fell… (Part 2 - "The Challenge")
Author: Wari
E-mail: fa_chan@yahoo.com
Rating/Genre: R for bad language, drug use, and slash/ Absolutely AU…really, I mean it
Archive?: Sure, just ask for my permission.
Feedback: I crave your comments so bring them on!
Comments: I did major reconstruction for the beginning of this chapter. (You see, I originally wrote this story, like, around a year ago). And if anyone has seen "Blue Spring," please don't laugh too hard at my references (i.e. scenes, conversations, setting) to the original movie. ^^;;
Note: Short chapter. The shortest so far, anyways.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Mighty Ducks characters. Disney does. Lucky them. :P
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After their photo session atop the roof, they walked down the corridors of the dingy school, surveying the many layers of graffiti that graced the walls of the campus grounds. Wherever they went, years of history would stare back at them through all the filth in which they lay.
This was Hill Haven's legacy.
It was both a comforting and unsettling thing.
The bleak atmosphere was their home, a place in which their actions would seem to matter much more than their lives back at their houses in the outside world. Such irony, seeing how a school had become their nothing and everything, wrapped up in one neat little package.
Bless Hill Haven.
They walked on, past other students who stood in the halls at their banged up lockers, past teachers who they had made them miserable throughout the years. But they always walked with their heads held high.
It was their last year in this shit hole, after all. Might as well make the best of it.
Charlie's stride was a leisurely one and Jesse was by his side, walking along aimlessly. For the moment, everyone else trailed behind them and talked mindlessly.
"I've been hearing rumors that the state wants to shut down the school," Guy said with his arm around Connie's waist.
"What? Why?" Dwayne asked, curious.
Guy shrugged a shoulder. "I dunno. No funding? Health code violation?" he offered.
"Maybe they finally realized what a crummy death trap this dump really is," suggested Russ and earning a grin from everyone.
"You know what?" Connie began, "I think they should get rid of these uniforms. If they're short on cash, they can save money by letting us we wear what we want. I mean, why do we even have them?"
"So dirty old men can fantasize about you being a naughty little schoolgirl. Duh!" Luis grinned lecherously as Kenny and Goldberg proceeded to fill the hallway with their loud catcalls. Connie threw them all a disapproving look.
"Eww, that's sick, Luis!"
"Hmm, he's got a point there, Cons," said Averman, who was openly checking out her legs.
Guy and Connie each shot him a death glare while everyone else laughed at her expense, including Charlie and Jesse who had overheard the conversation.
However, their fun was short-lived as the group rounded a corner and stopped. Their laughter immediately quieted down.
"Well, well, well…if it isn't Conway and his little posse."
A teenaged boy with dark hair and eyes stood before them. Behind him were two other guys. One would assume that they were obviously his friends.
Charlie stared at him calmly. "Hello, Riley."
A smirk.
"My, have we developed manners over the summer? I'm so glad to see that you enjoyed finishing school."
Rick Riley's friends sniggered at the line, helping to bolster his huge ego even more.
Jesse sneered, about to step forward when Charlie held out an arm to stop him.
Riley laughed mockingly, fixing Charlie and Jesse with an amused gaze.
"Charlie, Charlie, I know we can't fucking stand each other, but PLEASE keep your dog on a leash!"
Jesse's nostrils flared at the insult. He was ready to jump at Riley, but the two guys behind him stepped forward together, shielding their leader from any blow that Jesse could deliver.
But Riley wasn't the only one with backup. Jesse smirked as the rest of Charlie's group advanced to stand face to face with Riley's gang, which was clearly outnumbered.
The other students standing around were already taking bets as soon as it looked like there was to be a brawl between the two infamous rival gangs right there in the halls.
Suddenly, in a surprisingly bold move, Riley strode out from the protection of his thugs and towards Charlie.
And in an equally unexpected act, Charlie waited for Riley to walk over to where he waited.
They exchanged an even glare, but did not move to strike each other. The two gangs stood back, eyes glued to their respective leaders. Riley was the first to speak.
"Now, let's be civilized about this," he began, glancing back at both groups then back to Charlie. "Honestly, I don't want my boys to kick any asses today, so let's not get into that right now. After all, this matter only revolves around us, right?"
Charlie nodded and kept quiet while Riley continued.
"Well, Conway, how about we settle what's between us without involving them? Then we'll finally see who's the better man."
Charlie nodded again, still not saying anything in return. Riley began to get annoyed.
"Did you forget how to talk or something?" he asked snidely.
Charlie ignored that question and prompted the other at last. "How do you expect us to settle this?"
Riley smirked, satisfied at being able to rouse Charlie into speaking.
"We're going to play a game, Conway…"
Dwayne gasped and Connie shushed him.
Riley continued. "And as you know, we both are eligible this year."
Charlie nodded. "Yeah, I get the picture."
"Good. Four o' clock. The roof of this building."
Cole, one of the guys in Riley's group who looked like he'd taken one too many steroid pills, turned to the other boy, Scooter, who by far looked like your average pretty-boy. They whispered between themselves, occasionally throwing Charlie's group a threatening look that only managed to scare Averman.
"Well? What do you say?" Riley asked.
Silence followed, accompanied by a defiant pair of eyes belonging to none other than Charlie.
"I'll be there."
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Author: Wari
E-mail: fa_chan@yahoo.com
Rating/Genre: R for bad language, drug use, and slash/ Absolutely AU…really, I mean it
Archive?: Sure, just ask for my permission.
Feedback: I crave your comments so bring them on!
Comments: I did major reconstruction for the beginning of this chapter. (You see, I originally wrote this story, like, around a year ago). And if anyone has seen "Blue Spring," please don't laugh too hard at my references (i.e. scenes, conversations, setting) to the original movie. ^^;;
Note: Short chapter. The shortest so far, anyways.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Mighty Ducks characters. Disney does. Lucky them. :P
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After their photo session atop the roof, they walked down the corridors of the dingy school, surveying the many layers of graffiti that graced the walls of the campus grounds. Wherever they went, years of history would stare back at them through all the filth in which they lay.
This was Hill Haven's legacy.
It was both a comforting and unsettling thing.
The bleak atmosphere was their home, a place in which their actions would seem to matter much more than their lives back at their houses in the outside world. Such irony, seeing how a school had become their nothing and everything, wrapped up in one neat little package.
Bless Hill Haven.
They walked on, past other students who stood in the halls at their banged up lockers, past teachers who they had made them miserable throughout the years. But they always walked with their heads held high.
It was their last year in this shit hole, after all. Might as well make the best of it.
Charlie's stride was a leisurely one and Jesse was by his side, walking along aimlessly. For the moment, everyone else trailed behind them and talked mindlessly.
"I've been hearing rumors that the state wants to shut down the school," Guy said with his arm around Connie's waist.
"What? Why?" Dwayne asked, curious.
Guy shrugged a shoulder. "I dunno. No funding? Health code violation?" he offered.
"Maybe they finally realized what a crummy death trap this dump really is," suggested Russ and earning a grin from everyone.
"You know what?" Connie began, "I think they should get rid of these uniforms. If they're short on cash, they can save money by letting us we wear what we want. I mean, why do we even have them?"
"So dirty old men can fantasize about you being a naughty little schoolgirl. Duh!" Luis grinned lecherously as Kenny and Goldberg proceeded to fill the hallway with their loud catcalls. Connie threw them all a disapproving look.
"Eww, that's sick, Luis!"
"Hmm, he's got a point there, Cons," said Averman, who was openly checking out her legs.
Guy and Connie each shot him a death glare while everyone else laughed at her expense, including Charlie and Jesse who had overheard the conversation.
However, their fun was short-lived as the group rounded a corner and stopped. Their laughter immediately quieted down.
"Well, well, well…if it isn't Conway and his little posse."
A teenaged boy with dark hair and eyes stood before them. Behind him were two other guys. One would assume that they were obviously his friends.
Charlie stared at him calmly. "Hello, Riley."
A smirk.
"My, have we developed manners over the summer? I'm so glad to see that you enjoyed finishing school."
Rick Riley's friends sniggered at the line, helping to bolster his huge ego even more.
Jesse sneered, about to step forward when Charlie held out an arm to stop him.
Riley laughed mockingly, fixing Charlie and Jesse with an amused gaze.
"Charlie, Charlie, I know we can't fucking stand each other, but PLEASE keep your dog on a leash!"
Jesse's nostrils flared at the insult. He was ready to jump at Riley, but the two guys behind him stepped forward together, shielding their leader from any blow that Jesse could deliver.
But Riley wasn't the only one with backup. Jesse smirked as the rest of Charlie's group advanced to stand face to face with Riley's gang, which was clearly outnumbered.
The other students standing around were already taking bets as soon as it looked like there was to be a brawl between the two infamous rival gangs right there in the halls.
Suddenly, in a surprisingly bold move, Riley strode out from the protection of his thugs and towards Charlie.
And in an equally unexpected act, Charlie waited for Riley to walk over to where he waited.
They exchanged an even glare, but did not move to strike each other. The two gangs stood back, eyes glued to their respective leaders. Riley was the first to speak.
"Now, let's be civilized about this," he began, glancing back at both groups then back to Charlie. "Honestly, I don't want my boys to kick any asses today, so let's not get into that right now. After all, this matter only revolves around us, right?"
Charlie nodded and kept quiet while Riley continued.
"Well, Conway, how about we settle what's between us without involving them? Then we'll finally see who's the better man."
Charlie nodded again, still not saying anything in return. Riley began to get annoyed.
"Did you forget how to talk or something?" he asked snidely.
Charlie ignored that question and prompted the other at last. "How do you expect us to settle this?"
Riley smirked, satisfied at being able to rouse Charlie into speaking.
"We're going to play a game, Conway…"
Dwayne gasped and Connie shushed him.
Riley continued. "And as you know, we both are eligible this year."
Charlie nodded. "Yeah, I get the picture."
"Good. Four o' clock. The roof of this building."
Cole, one of the guys in Riley's group who looked like he'd taken one too many steroid pills, turned to the other boy, Scooter, who by far looked like your average pretty-boy. They whispered between themselves, occasionally throwing Charlie's group a threatening look that only managed to scare Averman.
"Well? What do you say?" Riley asked.
Silence followed, accompanied by a defiant pair of eyes belonging to none other than Charlie.
"I'll be there."
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