Title: More Than You'll Ever Know
Summary: All Adam's dad wants is for Adam to make pro-hockey. All Adam ever wanted was a friend. A friend to stick by him. He'd lost one before, and when she comes back, sparks fly, but not for the better.
Main Duck: Adam Banks
Rating: PG-13 for language especially in this chapter and later violence
Time frame: After D2, before and during D3 maybe after D3 if I feel like it and if you give me reviews =p
Author's Note: Here's Jessica's chapter! Thanks for the reviews, especially to duckslover99 for sticking with me all the way!
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own 'em. I just own Jessica, Ethan, Sally, Jason, and Andrew.
This chapter: Hockey try-outs
Jessica
I sat in my seat inside the huge auditorium of Eden Hall Academy. I sat behind a bunch of big guys with red and white jackets. From the way they were talking to some of the Ducks that had arrived, I assumed they were Varsity. The dean started blabbing and I tuned him out. He was introducing the Ducks when the curtain fell and the heap of people underneath emerged in a tangle of roller-blades and teenagers. It was the rest of the Ducks. I had to laugh at the way Captain Duck acted. 'Wait a minute, Jessica. Wait a minute. He's not that bad. It's Adam you're mad at.' Shaking my head, I thought about my other friends.
Aaron King, an old Hawk, Tori Montgomery, and Jordan Knight got together with me and Danny one day. We made a band collectively because all five of us had a great interest in music. Not just instrumental, I mean vocal and dancing too when I say we made a band. We've played for little kid's birthdays, singing and dancing to other bands and musical artists. We played a few instrumentals too. Aaron played the guitar, Tori played drums, Jordan played bass along with Danny, and I also played guitar. We split up the vocal parts evenly. We could all play each other's instruments so it was no problem if we needed to switch instruments for the purpose of the vocal parts. Each of us has written songs before and we all learned how to play them as well as songs by other musical talents. We were Reality.
The clatter of chairs startled me out of my thoughts. I slowly got up and headed to hockey try-outs.
"Jessica Bombay?" I turned when I heard my name called and faced a growing man with Coach on the back of a jacket that said Eden Hall Varsity Hockey on the front. I assumed that he was the Varsity coach.
"Yes? That's me," I responded politely.
"Good. Come with me." I followed the coach into a big locker room. He turned to me and said, "Get suited up. Try-outs have been moved here instead since the JV won't be practicing today. The other freshmen are already on the ice." I nodded and followed instructions, slightly baffled. As soon as I hit the ice, coach blew the whistle. The sixteen kids trying out, including myself, clustered in front of the coach.
"Welcome to Varsity try-outs," we gasped. This was supposed to be JV! But he continued, "We only have two spots on the team left. There are no JV try-outs. Our JV team is the former Ducks." So that was why the Ducks weren't there!
"30 laps, let's go!" I got up and started on my laps, keeping at a steady pace so I wouldn't tire out too quickly. JV only had to do 20, so I read in the manual, but I was used to rough training so it wasn't so hard for me. A few minutes later, I had finished my laps and taken a seat to wait for the others. We scrimmaged and drilled countless amount of times before Coach Wilson, that was his name, let us go. I showered and dressed by myself with people murmuring around me, looking at me. Finally, one of them approached me, "You're really good!" he said. I looked at him and smiled, "Thanks, so are you!" In reality, I hadn't been watching the guy except during the scrimmage. He was on my team. He was pretty good, actually.
Coach Wilson came in after a few moments and said, "After discussing things with the JV coach, Coach Orion, we decided that only 1 of you made it. I saw pretty good performances out there, but most of it was JV work. I saw two outstanding performances out there, though, that were capable of Varsity. But sadly, only one made the cut." Did I mention I was the only girl to try-out? All the guys were staring at him expectantly, glancing at me momentarily, making me uncomfortable. My heart was racing because I had this feeling that Coach Wilson was leaning on the sexist side when it came to hockey.
"I thought two were going to make it, Coach!" the boy I had just been talking to said.
"There are two," Coach replied, "But one of them is from the JV team. Congratulations, Jessica Bombay. You made Varsity with Adam Banks." I dropped everything I was holding. It was so weird. I was filled with excitement and disappointment at the same time. I swallowed and smiled, feigning pure excitement, "Oh my god! Thanks so much!"
"You deserve it. First practice tomorrow at 5 AM sharp. You'll meet the rest of the team. I hope you don't mind if they're guys. I must warn you, some of them aren't the brightest bulb in the pack," Coach Wilson smiled at me. I nodded, smiling softly, and left the locker room. I headed to my new dorm, finding that I had the whole room to myself. I plopped onto the bed and sighed. This was going to make me crazy. Finally not able to take it without blowing up, I grabbed the key and headed to my brother's room. Ethan gave me the number of his room, plus there were bulletin/chalk boards outside of every room with the name of the occupants.
"Who is it?" Josh, Ethan's room-mate, called when I knocked.
"It's Jess!" I told him. A few moments later, the door swung open and Josh invited me in.
"Ethan's in the shower," he said. I nodded and sat on my brother's bed, bouncing. I must of dozed off because the next thing I knew, Ethan was shaking me, "Jess, get up sis." I groaned and opened my eyes a little.
"We have to go to dinner now," he told me. I got up and smoothed my hair out, following Ethan and Josh out the door.
"So how do you like Eden Hall so far?" one of the football players asked as I slipped into a chair next to Ethan.
"I've only been here for a few hours," I replied wryly.
"What do you think so far, he said," Josh pointed out. I stuck my tongue out at him and he just laughed.
"How were hockey try-outs?" Ethan asked. I shrugged.
"Did you make the team?"
"Not JV," I said simply.
"Why not? You're amazing!" Josh exclaimed.
"Don't worry, keep your pants on," I rolled my eyes, "I made Varsity." There was general silence due to shock after that.
"VARSITY?!" They all said together.
"That's right," someone said from behind. We all turned around to see Riley, the captain of the team, surrounded by the rest of the team, including Adam.
"Congratulations!" the football team turned to me.
I shrugged, "Thanks."
"Jess, come eat with us," Riley said, beckoning to me. I got up, following the team and said a quick good-bye to Ethan.
"Jessica Bombay, Adam Banks. Welcome to Varsity," Riley smiled seating us next to each other, "There are a few simple…rules on this team. Labine?" A guy perked up, "Yeah?"
"Rule #1?"
"Oh! Since you are friends with the JV, you can't tell them any pranks during the prank war." Prank war? What prank war? What was a prank war? And friends with the JV team? Maybe Adam still was, but I sure as hell wasn't.
"Kabine?"
"Rule #2," another guy said, "You have to wear either your Warrior jacket or Warrior sweatshirt everyday." That, at least, was doable. It was kind of silly to make a rule like that, but it was a simple one to follow. I could deal with that.
"Cole?"
"Rule #3," Cole thought for a moment, "Rule #3 is you must show full loyalty to the Varsity team!" he seemed a little too proud that he remembered it.
"Scooter?"
"Rule #4, the last and final rule, you must be present at all JV games with the team and you must be at all social functions with the team and if you have a date, the date can come."
"Got it?" Riley looked at us. I glanced at Adam, who nodded slowly so I did the same. Riley smiled and started eating.
Hockey practice wasn't so hard at all. I mean it was challenging, but one good thing that I came away with from Coach Riley was that there was no such thing as "hard", just challenging. If you didn't feel extremely worked out, you weren't challenging yourself, which was the only theory Coach Reilly ever taught me that actually helped.
"You're really good, both of you," Scooter said to me and Adam after practice. Incidentally, our lockers ended up next to each other. Fun, fun.
"Thanks," we mumbled.
"You guys were Hawks, right?" Kabine asked. We nodded so he continued, "Do you guys know Zak Hill?" We both froze and looked at him.
"We'll take that as a yes…" Cole said.
"He was a good goalie," I offered.
"Maybe," Adam retorted looking straight at me, "But a horrible person."
"He was not! You're just jealous because Zak had a way with the girls, but you never did!" I yelled at him.
"What?! Me? Jealous of Zak Hill? Yeah, right," Adam yelled back, "He's a freaking' pansy! He used to be afraid of hockey players coming at him!"
"So? You would be too!"
"Me? You would run screaming to your fucking brother!"
"You'd run to your half-assed father!"
"STOP!" Scooter stepped in between us. Our argument wasn't even about Zak anymore (I didn't even know why I was defending him); it was personal.
"Bitch," Adam said venomously to me before he turned to leave.
"Asshole." I spat to his back before I retreated out the other door. I'm sure we left the Varsity hockey team with a great first impression.
"Hey, Jess! How was practice?" Ethan asked as I passed him in the courtyard.
"Fine," I said shortly leaving as fast as possible. I already decided that this school wasn't that great. In fact, I hated it. But it couldn't get any worse. Too bad I was wrong. Again.
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