A Chance of Fate

AN - I would just like to say…I'm very tentative with this OC, and it is possible that he could be replaced, but most of the reviewers so far have said they liked him, so here goes.

Charlie's POV

I really thought he'd be a good hockey player, I mean…he had perfect build for it. My goal by the end of the year was to get him to play hockey. Even if I had to teach him how.

I went through practice as if it were a daydream. I glided over the ice with our laps, and sprinted faster than I'd ever remembered sprinting during the scrimmage. In the end, our team, which consisted of Banks, Connie, Julie, Russ, Dwayne and Portman, won 7-5 over the other. We got the locker rooms first, and the other team had to skate laps.

I changed quickly, wanting to go and talk to Koon. We'd been friends for a while, but he'd just come back to school from a trip with his parents. I don't remember why he had to go, but he did, and couldn't get out of it, so…he was back, though.

Adam wasn't great friends with him, but that was okay, because I split up my time equally between Adam, Koon, hockey and school…or as evenly as possible.

I felt bad for Koon, too. His parents were never around. His dad was a wealthy Italian businessman, and his mother was a native Hispanic from Puerto Rico. He was trilingual. He spoke English, Italian and Spanish. He rarely used Italian, he said it was an ugly language. I'd only heard him use Spanish a few times, as well.

I rounded a corner, to find Luis and Koon talking. I stopped, ducking into a bush.

"Así, como hacer usted acordarse la patos volunted tomar la hecho esa usted esta…bien, diferente¿" Koon said to him.
[So, how do you think the ducks will take the fact that you are…well, different?]

"Yo acordarse esa ellos volunted tomar es bien…Gustar con Charlie." He replied.
[I think they that they will take it well…Like with Charlie.]

"Pero usted -"
[But you…-]

I cut their conversation short. "Hi."

They both looked at me as if I were totally crazy. Koon smiled after a moment. "Hi Charlie."

Luis shot me a look, and eyed Koon. "But I what, Mr. Capuano?"

"You made it seem one-sided, Mendoza. Adios!" He shoved Luis along the path, turning to look at me. Luis glared at him, but kept walking.

"Was that Spanish?" I inquired.

"Ah huh…it was."

"What does Italian sound like?"

"It's an ugly language, I refuse to speak it."

He sounded serious, by I pressed my luck. "It can't be that bad."

"It is."

"Really?"

"Yes! I said it was."

"Okay, okay."

Adam rushed up next to me, and looked as if he was about to punch Koon. "You didn't wait for me, Spazway."

"Sorry, Cakey…I needed to tell Koon something."

"Oh, well, that makes everything great."

He was almost as jealous as I was. See! I can come to terms with my flaws. I am definitely the jealous type.

Koon spoke up, with a smile. "Si, soltano grande!"
[Yes, just great!]

I looked at him with a smirk. "Italian!"

He nodded, and Adam gave me a death glare. Uh oh.

"Does Banks know any other languages?" He peered at Adam, trying to loosen the tension of the moment.

"No." He snapped. "Not really."

"Let's start walking." I mumbled, and we did.

"You don't know anything, Banks?" Koon looked curious.

"I said no, didn't I?" He muttered. Koon decided to let it go.

We were nearing the dorms. I looked at Adam. He was so beautiful in the dying sunlight. I looked at Koon. He was tall. His skin was a pale mocha, and his eyes a lustful brown. He was muscular, and handsome. Handsome? Did I just call him handsome? I thought silently.

It was true, though. If I wasn't with Adam, I would have definitely liked to be with him. Don't tell Adam I said that, though.

Koon stopped walking, and hung behind us. I stopped and looked back, and reluctantly, Adam stopped. "Koon?" I broke the silence.

"Keep walking." He frowned. We kept walking though, and he walked right behind Adam and me.

After a few moments of silence, he put his hand on my shoulder, and his other on Adam's. I could feel Adam tense up, and I wondered what was going on.

"I got a joke for ya." He smiled, and we kept walking.

"Go on, then." Adam replied sharply.

"Okay…" He paused dramatically. "What do you get, when you cross a cake-eater and a spaz?"

I raised an eyebrow at him, and Adam frowned deeply. I don't really know how he knew about our nicknames, but he did. Koon's hand disappeared from my shoulder, and I could hear a faint rustling behind me. I wondered what he was doing. Apparently Adam did too. "What, Koon?" I asked.

"You get a food fight!" He shouted, and he shoved half a Twinky into my face, and the other half into Adam's. He took off running, laughing like a hyena. I whipped the frosting from my nose, and looked at Adam. He had frosting all over his face. I laughed, and he glared at me. I moved closer to him, brushing the frosting from his cheek. I kissed his nose, taking the frosting off of that. I grinned and he laughed.

"Yummy!" I giggled. Yeah, I giggled. He rubbed his other cheek against mine, putting more frosting on me. I made a face, and was about to engage in all-out war, when Koon yelled from at least a dozen yards away.

"Can't you guys do that later? I did just shove Twinky in your faces!" He laughed, and Adam and I both grinned. We took off after him.