Becky yawned as she opened the door to the dorm the following morning and stepped inside. She figured she would get some rest before she started the day off. She was also assuming since it was noon, the other girls would already be out. But she was wrong, dead wrong. When she entered the room she was greeted with angry stares from Stacy, Connie, and Julie.
"Did you all wake up on the wrong side of the bed or something?" She asked, rubbing her eyes and closing the door behind her.
"What the hell is wrong with you?! Leaving in the middle of the night and not telling anyone... does that seem like a good idea to you?!" Stacy stood up and walked over to Becky. "If I hadn't been smart enough to call Uncle Gordon, I would have been freaking out and calling the cops! I almost did!"
"Chill out, Stace. I needed to talk to Uncle Gordon. I've got some stuff on my mind." Becky walked over and sat on Stacy's bed.
"Beck, does this have anything to do with what happened last night?" Connie asked, avoiding eye contact with Becky.
"That's part of it..." She sighed and flung her body backwards, resting her hands behind her head. "I just don't get you people. I haven't done anything wrong. So, I've been a little bitchy. You people caught me at a pretty rough time. Other than that all I did was tell Guy that I'd be glad to go to the dance with him. You had already agreed to go with Adam, and I figured it'd give me a chance to try to get to know you people. But apparently that's not what you wanted after all. You don't care if I fit in. You only care if Guy ends up going to the dance alone so that he can sit there all night and wish that he was with you."
"Lay off..." Connie pleaded, running her hand through her hair. "I'm sorry about the whole Guy situation. You've been put in the middle of something that you shouldn't have to worry about. I'm glad Guy asked you to the dance. Better he go with you than nobody. But what about Dean?"
"What about Dean?" Becky asked, sitting up. "That seems to be the general theme throughout this weekend. 'What about Dean?' How would you feel if your mom croaked and you had to move in with your uncle in some town where everything is new and different, and the second you step in the door, some humungous jock is hitting on you? It's kind of offensive. I came here with every intention of having a good time. If you ask any of my friends from back home, they will gladly tell you that I was the life of every party we ever went to. You people are too quick to make judgements..." Julie chuckled, interupting Becky.
"We're too quick to make judgements and you aren't?! That's exactly what you're doing with Dean. Don't you see how incredibly hipocrit..." She was interupted by the sound of the phone ringing. Becky reached over and picked up the phone.
"Hello?... OH MY GOD!" She squealed, causing the other girls to flinch and cover their ears. "Are you kidding me?... This rocks!... Let me go talk to Uncle Gordon... Alright. I'll call you as soon as possible. Bye." She hung up the phone quickly and threw on her jacket.
"And exactly where do you think you're going?" Stacy asked, her hands on her hips.
"I have to go talk to Uncle Gordon."
"We're in the middle of a discussion!" Stacy protested.
"We'll finish later." Becky smiled, running out the door. Stacy sighed heavily with the knowledge that the latter conversation had no outcome at all.
"We might as well get ready for practice." Connie suggested.
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"UNCLE GORDON!" Becky burst through the doors of the rink. She was out of breath from running the distance between the dorms and the rink, however, she continued to run down the stairs to the boards. She hopped over, almost forgetting that the floor had stopped and she was now on ice. She would have been laying flat on her back if Gordon had not reached her just in time.
"I'm in the middle of practice, Rebecca!" Gordon said, laughing a little. "What is going on?" Becky looked around the rink at the faces of the confused Ducks.
"Okay, well, Carly just called me. That's my best friend from home in case you didn't remember." Gordon nodded his head.
"I remembered. Now slow down your speech and breath or you're going to pass out or something." Becky smiled again as she continued to speak.
"Well, they got like a foot of snow today in Philly, so they already announced that the schools are going to be closed. So Carly's mom said that she'd be willing to drive her here to spend the week! She said she knows how I must be feeling, and since Carly doesn't miss much school, she'll just call and let them know she won't be in this week." Becky looked at Gordon proudly as if she had just delivered a very important message, because in her case, that's exactly what it was.
"Beck... I don't know, this is your first week of school here, I'm not sure it's a good idea..."
"Uncle Gordon..." Becky pleaded. "If you let her come up here, I swear to you if I get lower than a B in any of my classes, you can take my camera away from me!"
"That does sound pretty serious." Gordon nodded his head in agreement. "Alright, she can come. But I'm telling you right now, if this causes any, and I mean ANY, problems, she's going home and your camera is mine."
"YAY!" Becky wrapped her arms around Gordon's neck and placed a kiss on his cheek. "Thank you sooooo much!" She turned in the opposite direction and ran off to call Carly with the good news. Gordon laughed and called the Ducks in.
"Take a break everyone." Gordon announced. As the Ducks broke for refreshments.
"Doesn't she look amazing when she smiles?" Dean asked as he skated up to Gordon.
"You're odd, Dean. Very odd." Gordon laughed.
"So, coach... what do you think about this whole thing? I mean, I'm sure you know what's going on. Do you think I should give up?"
"Dean Portman? Give up? That's not something I ever want to hear! I've never heard it before and I won't hear any more of that! You understand me?"
"Yes?" Dean looked at his coach with an odd look on his face. Gordon looked serious, which wasn't the response Dean had expected.
"Yes what?" Gordon asked.
"Yes sir?" Dean replied, cocking an eyebrow.
"That's my boy." Gordon said, ruffling the dark curls on Dean's head.
"Did you all wake up on the wrong side of the bed or something?" She asked, rubbing her eyes and closing the door behind her.
"What the hell is wrong with you?! Leaving in the middle of the night and not telling anyone... does that seem like a good idea to you?!" Stacy stood up and walked over to Becky. "If I hadn't been smart enough to call Uncle Gordon, I would have been freaking out and calling the cops! I almost did!"
"Chill out, Stace. I needed to talk to Uncle Gordon. I've got some stuff on my mind." Becky walked over and sat on Stacy's bed.
"Beck, does this have anything to do with what happened last night?" Connie asked, avoiding eye contact with Becky.
"That's part of it..." She sighed and flung her body backwards, resting her hands behind her head. "I just don't get you people. I haven't done anything wrong. So, I've been a little bitchy. You people caught me at a pretty rough time. Other than that all I did was tell Guy that I'd be glad to go to the dance with him. You had already agreed to go with Adam, and I figured it'd give me a chance to try to get to know you people. But apparently that's not what you wanted after all. You don't care if I fit in. You only care if Guy ends up going to the dance alone so that he can sit there all night and wish that he was with you."
"Lay off..." Connie pleaded, running her hand through her hair. "I'm sorry about the whole Guy situation. You've been put in the middle of something that you shouldn't have to worry about. I'm glad Guy asked you to the dance. Better he go with you than nobody. But what about Dean?"
"What about Dean?" Becky asked, sitting up. "That seems to be the general theme throughout this weekend. 'What about Dean?' How would you feel if your mom croaked and you had to move in with your uncle in some town where everything is new and different, and the second you step in the door, some humungous jock is hitting on you? It's kind of offensive. I came here with every intention of having a good time. If you ask any of my friends from back home, they will gladly tell you that I was the life of every party we ever went to. You people are too quick to make judgements..." Julie chuckled, interupting Becky.
"We're too quick to make judgements and you aren't?! That's exactly what you're doing with Dean. Don't you see how incredibly hipocrit..." She was interupted by the sound of the phone ringing. Becky reached over and picked up the phone.
"Hello?... OH MY GOD!" She squealed, causing the other girls to flinch and cover their ears. "Are you kidding me?... This rocks!... Let me go talk to Uncle Gordon... Alright. I'll call you as soon as possible. Bye." She hung up the phone quickly and threw on her jacket.
"And exactly where do you think you're going?" Stacy asked, her hands on her hips.
"I have to go talk to Uncle Gordon."
"We're in the middle of a discussion!" Stacy protested.
"We'll finish later." Becky smiled, running out the door. Stacy sighed heavily with the knowledge that the latter conversation had no outcome at all.
"We might as well get ready for practice." Connie suggested.
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"UNCLE GORDON!" Becky burst through the doors of the rink. She was out of breath from running the distance between the dorms and the rink, however, she continued to run down the stairs to the boards. She hopped over, almost forgetting that the floor had stopped and she was now on ice. She would have been laying flat on her back if Gordon had not reached her just in time.
"I'm in the middle of practice, Rebecca!" Gordon said, laughing a little. "What is going on?" Becky looked around the rink at the faces of the confused Ducks.
"Okay, well, Carly just called me. That's my best friend from home in case you didn't remember." Gordon nodded his head.
"I remembered. Now slow down your speech and breath or you're going to pass out or something." Becky smiled again as she continued to speak.
"Well, they got like a foot of snow today in Philly, so they already announced that the schools are going to be closed. So Carly's mom said that she'd be willing to drive her here to spend the week! She said she knows how I must be feeling, and since Carly doesn't miss much school, she'll just call and let them know she won't be in this week." Becky looked at Gordon proudly as if she had just delivered a very important message, because in her case, that's exactly what it was.
"Beck... I don't know, this is your first week of school here, I'm not sure it's a good idea..."
"Uncle Gordon..." Becky pleaded. "If you let her come up here, I swear to you if I get lower than a B in any of my classes, you can take my camera away from me!"
"That does sound pretty serious." Gordon nodded his head in agreement. "Alright, she can come. But I'm telling you right now, if this causes any, and I mean ANY, problems, she's going home and your camera is mine."
"YAY!" Becky wrapped her arms around Gordon's neck and placed a kiss on his cheek. "Thank you sooooo much!" She turned in the opposite direction and ran off to call Carly with the good news. Gordon laughed and called the Ducks in.
"Take a break everyone." Gordon announced. As the Ducks broke for refreshments.
"Doesn't she look amazing when she smiles?" Dean asked as he skated up to Gordon.
"You're odd, Dean. Very odd." Gordon laughed.
"So, coach... what do you think about this whole thing? I mean, I'm sure you know what's going on. Do you think I should give up?"
"Dean Portman? Give up? That's not something I ever want to hear! I've never heard it before and I won't hear any more of that! You understand me?"
"Yes?" Dean looked at his coach with an odd look on his face. Gordon looked serious, which wasn't the response Dean had expected.
"Yes what?" Gordon asked.
"Yes sir?" Dean replied, cocking an eyebrow.
"That's my boy." Gordon said, ruffling the dark curls on Dean's head.