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: Thanks for the reviews! Especially to duckslover99, who seems to be the only one who's actually reading this. IS ANYONE OUT THERE READING MY STORY?!?! *silence* guess not…
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own 'em. I just own Jessica, Ethan, Sally, Jason, and Andrew.
This chapter: Jessica and the pranks that she didn't know about. What else is there to say?
Jessica
I looked around the locker room at the winter wonderland JV had pretty cleverly made, shocked. Riley clenched his fists trying to contain his uncontainable anger as Cole pointed to the shaving cream sign, 'VARSITY SUCKS ICE'. Obviously, that didn't work. He smashed his own jacket to pieces with his own fist after saying menacingly, "Ducks." It was such a simple word, holding so much contempt.
Numbly, I walked to my locker in the back. Looking over at Adam's lover next to mine, I noticed that his locker was the worst. Everyone watched as Adam carefully opened his locker door. But no matter how careful he was, even the hinge on the locker handle broke off. Biting my lip, I hoped that my locker wasn't as bad as his. Inside my locker, I discovered that my belongings were all frozen. When I picked up my sports bag, I accidentally slipped, causing a loud band on the floor. Everyone turned from their own freezers to see what happened.
"Sorry," I picked my clothes up from the mess of shattered sports bag, which I had packed into my bag before going onto the ice. However, my Varsity jacket was frozen like everyone else's. Wilson barged in to see what the hold up was, probably ready to yell at us for taking so long. He stopped already knowing what it was.
"The prank war has started," he muttered, "Well, how many jackets are already smashed?"
"Three," Riley told him.
"Whose were they?"
"Mine, Cole's, Banksie's."
"I'll get new ones for you. As for the rest of you, hand 'em over. I'll fix it. First thing tomorrow, you'll come get it, okay?" He came around and took our jackets, shaking his head when he saw Adam's locker. We all left the locker room to melt itself and went to our dorms, still in uniform, holding our clothes in a heap.
As soon as I got into my room, I jumped into the shower. I didn't understand this prank war business at all. Varsity and JV were supposed to get along better than any other group of people. Varsity was supposed to help JV and JV was supposed to get accommodated with the Varsity. I guess Eden Hall's JV and Varsity accommodate each other in a whole new way.
"Hey Jess, are you in there or have you died?" A knock came at the door.
"Give me a minute!" I yelled, stopping the shower and wrapping a towel around myself. I opened the door a crack to see who it was.
"Oh so you are alive," Ethan laughed.
"Oh it's you," I pretended to be disappointed.
"Who were you expecting?"
"Prince Charming to sweep me off my feet!" I exclaimed dramatically.
"Is your hockey team good enough?" Ethan stepped away, revealing Riley and the guys. I opened the door all the way to let them in, still dripping wet and blushing furiously.
"Hey, Jess. How are you doing?" one guy asked, looking me up and down. I rolled my eyes and grabbed a few things off my bed, heading to the bathroom to get dressed.
When I came out, I flopped onto my bed where Ethan was already sitting, "What's up?"
"I heard about the prank they pulled. That's harsh, man."
"First of all, I'm not even close to a man. Second of all, did you hear of the prank we pulled on them?"
"Yeah I did." I shrugged and laid my head on Ethan's lap.
"We need to get them back," Riley stated.
"We do?" I asked.
"Yes we do."
"Where's Adam?" I asked them.
"We can't tell him. He's going to tell them what we have planned."
"How do you know? Are you questioning the loyalty of a fellow Warrior?" I challenged, not even understanding why in hell I was defending Adam Banks of all people, "Never mind. Go on." Riley went on to explain our plan, but I fell asleep before he even started. Right before I drifted off into dreamland, oblivious to all that was going on around me, I felt Ethan move a little and then I heard Riley say, "Maybe its best if she doesn't know."
"Then can you guys leave and not use her room as a meeting? I have to go, later, guys," Ethan commented. I ignored it all and let myself fall into oblivion.
"BEEP! BEEP!" the never-ending sound of my alarm clock rang. I groggily slapped the snooze button muttering, "Shut the hell up!" and noticed that someone had put me under my covers. When the clock rang again, I rolled over to face the clock and turned it off, knocking it to the floor.
"Stupid hockey practice; get me up so damn early," I grumbled, getting out of bed. The phone rang, startling me out of my thoughts and waking me up just a little more.
"Hello?" I mumbled.
"Hey…dad, what's up?" Although I was truly grateful that he took me in with Ethan, I wasn't entirely comfortable calling him dad yet.
"Ethan told about you making Varsity awhile ago and I never got to congratulate you. I'm very proud of you! Listen, I was watching the game last night. You need to strive for more, drive yourself so that you see more game time. Fight for the puck, do extra laps at practice, whatever you need to do."
"Okay. I got to go to practice now. I'll talk to you later."
"Okay, bye."
"Buh-bye." I hung-up and sighed. What if I didn't want to see more game time? What if I'd rather warm the bench? What if I just wanted to quit and concentrate on the band and performing for people? What if I just wanted out?! But I didn't want to disappoint my dad so pushing all negative thoughts out of my mind, I marched down to the rink. I didn't want to be late for practice.
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