I woke up from a dreamless sleep and sighed. I didn't want it to be Sunday.
That meant the beginning of the week. That meant Monday was tomorrow and on
Thursday I would have my English exam. It meant that I would have only four
more days of me sitting beside Josie every day, forcing her to be close to
me.
Normally I liked Sundays because it was a beginning and the outcomes of the week were endless but I already in a way knew what would happen by the end of this week. First of all, I would be at the end of the semester dance, or the 'Snowflake' dance, without her, listening to sappy love songs watching the rest of the Ducks, nay, the rest of the school being with the one they cared about most.
Oh what a way to mend a broken heart.
I looked over at Averman who was still asleep. How I hated him at the moment. He had a kicked me out of our dorm making me have an argument with my brother. It was his fault. I pulled on a pair of track pants and a sweat shirt, and decided to go running. I knew all along it wasn't his fault. I knew it wasn't my fault and it wasn't Jay's fault. It was my father. He always misconstrued everything. I grabbed my coat and my key and walked out of the room quietly.
It was freezing outside that morning. It was snowing a little bit and the grounds of Eden Hall looked beautiful. I jogged past the groundskeeper who was frantically shoving snow. Everything has this feel of purity. The snow was so white, like a blank slate. I jogged up to the pond on the edge of the grounds and stopped. It was just beginning to freeze over. I took everything in that moment in. Everything in my life was perfect for once.
"Adam? Adam, is that you?"
I spun around and found Josie standing behind a tree blinking frantically. "Josie, what are you doing out here?"
She kept her distance from me and shuffled her feet in the snow. "I was taking pictures, for the Dean. He said that he would like some art pictures for his office and my mother spoke up when she came into his office to check up on me while my father was on business yesterday." She shook her head angrily. I could tell she was kicking herself for telling me all that. "What are you doing?"
I shrugged. Compared to her reason to be standing by a pond while it was snowing, my explanation of taking in the perfection of this exact moment sound really, really, really lame. "Running." I frowned at her. "Why are you talking to me? I thought you hated me."
Even at a distance I could see a blush appear on her already rosy cheeks. "I was going to yell at the person who walked into my shot. But, I won't yell at you because I'm pretty sure that you're tired of hearing me yell." She bit her lip and paused for a second. "I could never hate you Adam; it's impossible."
"Oh." I replied quietly. I swallowed nervously and turned to look at the pond quickly.
"Ohmigod! Adam, take off your coat and hold that!"
I looked over at her nervously. "Pardon?"
She ran up to me and unzipped my coat and slipped it off my arms. "Ok, I want you to look at the lake just as you did two seconds ago ok?"
I shivered in the harshness of the cold air. "Are you trying to kill me by making me catch pneumonia?"
She frowned at me "Adam, if you do this one thing of me I'll do anything for you, I'll . . . wash your hockey equipment! Anything! If Dean Buckley likes my pictures he will take twenty four hours off my community service hours! Please!"
I nodded making her grin and run past the spot she was before. She turned to face me and brought the camera hanging around her neck up to her eyes.
"Ok! Adam! Turn to look at the pond!" She yelled from a distance.
I shook my head and turned toward the pond looking off into the distance.
"Great! Now, turn your back to me!" Josie screamed.
I did at she said and couldn't help but sneak a peek over my shoulder in her direction. The smile on her face was magic and genuine. Very few times had I actually seen that smile of hers; it had been too long.
She dropped the camera, the goofy smile still plastered on her face. She broke out into a run towards me.
She stopped in front of me realizing what she was doing. She swallowed. "Uh, here's your coat." She whispered handing it to me. I put it on quickly.
I shrugged. "No problem. But if I get sick I'm blaming you."
Josie chuckled quietly and nodded. "I'll pay for the cold medication."
I nodded. "Deal." I held my hand out for her to shake.
Instead she pushed it aside and wrapped her arms around my neck, much to my surprise. She rested her chin on my shoulder and quickly pulled away with tears in her eyes. "Thanks Adam. You saved my ass." She turned to walk away.
"Wait!" I yelped jogging up behind her. She turned around wearing a questioning look on her face. "You said you would do anything for me if I did that."
Her face immediately went pale. "I did?"
I nodded. "Well, I was hoping you would go to the dance with me."
She bit her lip. "Adam, I don't think it's a good idea if we do that, especially considering own history; anything but that."
"Ok," I nodded un-phased. "How about I come with you when you develop those pictures?"
She blinked nervously. "You want to come with me, to the school's dark room?"
I nodded smiling.
"Do you know what happens in the dark room?"
I cocked an eyebrow. "Pictures get developed?"
"No!" She yelped and thought about it for a second. "Well yes, but that's not what I mean. The only reason someone brings someone else down to the dark room is to . . . to . . ."
I blinked and smiled pretending to be oblivious. "Develop pictures?"
"No!" She yelped again. "You make-out with them or . . . other stuff." A blush began to creep up onto her cheeks again.
I liked having control of her like that. "Other stuff as in. . ." I paused suppressing the urge to laugh. "Sex?"
She avoided my eyes and nodded.
"So you don't want to have sex with me?"
Her eyes met mine questioningly, wondering whether she should laugh or slap me.
I took a step back. "Just kidding! I just want to be there to see the pictures."
She suppressed an obvious smile. "No, it's just that a lot of rumors go around about the people who go in and out of the dark room. I don't want you and me to be the newest gossip on everyone's lips."
I smirked. "You don't care what people think about you though."
She nodded. "But you do."
The smile dropped off my face and became serious for a second. "What time do you want me there?"
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I felt like skipping to breakfast. I felt like kissing Julie. I felt like hugging the Bash Brothers. I was floating. Yes, I was floating.
I sauntered (yes! I can saunter!) into the dining hall and bounced into my regular seat. I looked around at my team who were all staring at me funny.
Russ shook his head as he looked down into his cheerios. "We seriously need to get someone to look at Banks. One day he's skipping classes, the next he's depressed, and now he looks . . ."
Portman looked over at me and squinted. "You aren't doing drugs are you?"
I rolled my eyes. "No, I am not high."
"Our dorm did smell funny yesterday. . ." Averman laughed turning his attention away from his conversation with Goldberg.
"Maybe if you did a load of laundry, our room wouldn't smell like feet."
Averman glared at me muttering under his breath turning his attention back to Goldberg who was pretending to retch at his stench.
Guy sat down beside me and put his tray down in front of him. "Charlie called me last night. He said that Jesse and Terry called him last night. They want us to come down to the old pond and have a hockey game like old times."
"You mean before you became preppy kids going to a private school." Russ laughed and suddenly became serious. "Except Banksie. He's always gone to a private school."
I rolled my eyes. They liked to tease me about being 'well off' as they say. I know they mean rich, but it's not like I had anything to do with it. It was my dad and my grandfather and my great grandfather. . . A family tradition of playing hockey as a kid then quitting because of an injury in college then becoming a successful businessman and forcing your son into becoming a hockey player who gets injured in college and becomes a wealthy businessman. It's a vicious cycle that I'm secretly planning on breaking.
"Shut up Russ, you go to a preppy private school too." Guy said defending me. He turned to the rest of the hockey team. "Anyways they want us down there at six."
"I'm in." I said along with everyone else.
Guy grinned. "Good I'll call Charlie after lunch; he said he was sleeping in until noon."
I shook my head. Yup, regular old Charlie.
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A/N: Ok it's slightly shorter than normal but I couldn't think of anything more to write but I promise next chapter will be worth it ok? Well, not WORTH it, but more worth than other chapters. . . I think I'm confusing myself but that's ok. Just go with it ok? Anyways
REVIEW!
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Normally I liked Sundays because it was a beginning and the outcomes of the week were endless but I already in a way knew what would happen by the end of this week. First of all, I would be at the end of the semester dance, or the 'Snowflake' dance, without her, listening to sappy love songs watching the rest of the Ducks, nay, the rest of the school being with the one they cared about most.
Oh what a way to mend a broken heart.
I looked over at Averman who was still asleep. How I hated him at the moment. He had a kicked me out of our dorm making me have an argument with my brother. It was his fault. I pulled on a pair of track pants and a sweat shirt, and decided to go running. I knew all along it wasn't his fault. I knew it wasn't my fault and it wasn't Jay's fault. It was my father. He always misconstrued everything. I grabbed my coat and my key and walked out of the room quietly.
It was freezing outside that morning. It was snowing a little bit and the grounds of Eden Hall looked beautiful. I jogged past the groundskeeper who was frantically shoving snow. Everything has this feel of purity. The snow was so white, like a blank slate. I jogged up to the pond on the edge of the grounds and stopped. It was just beginning to freeze over. I took everything in that moment in. Everything in my life was perfect for once.
"Adam? Adam, is that you?"
I spun around and found Josie standing behind a tree blinking frantically. "Josie, what are you doing out here?"
She kept her distance from me and shuffled her feet in the snow. "I was taking pictures, for the Dean. He said that he would like some art pictures for his office and my mother spoke up when she came into his office to check up on me while my father was on business yesterday." She shook her head angrily. I could tell she was kicking herself for telling me all that. "What are you doing?"
I shrugged. Compared to her reason to be standing by a pond while it was snowing, my explanation of taking in the perfection of this exact moment sound really, really, really lame. "Running." I frowned at her. "Why are you talking to me? I thought you hated me."
Even at a distance I could see a blush appear on her already rosy cheeks. "I was going to yell at the person who walked into my shot. But, I won't yell at you because I'm pretty sure that you're tired of hearing me yell." She bit her lip and paused for a second. "I could never hate you Adam; it's impossible."
"Oh." I replied quietly. I swallowed nervously and turned to look at the pond quickly.
"Ohmigod! Adam, take off your coat and hold that!"
I looked over at her nervously. "Pardon?"
She ran up to me and unzipped my coat and slipped it off my arms. "Ok, I want you to look at the lake just as you did two seconds ago ok?"
I shivered in the harshness of the cold air. "Are you trying to kill me by making me catch pneumonia?"
She frowned at me "Adam, if you do this one thing of me I'll do anything for you, I'll . . . wash your hockey equipment! Anything! If Dean Buckley likes my pictures he will take twenty four hours off my community service hours! Please!"
I nodded making her grin and run past the spot she was before. She turned to face me and brought the camera hanging around her neck up to her eyes.
"Ok! Adam! Turn to look at the pond!" She yelled from a distance.
I shook my head and turned toward the pond looking off into the distance.
"Great! Now, turn your back to me!" Josie screamed.
I did at she said and couldn't help but sneak a peek over my shoulder in her direction. The smile on her face was magic and genuine. Very few times had I actually seen that smile of hers; it had been too long.
She dropped the camera, the goofy smile still plastered on her face. She broke out into a run towards me.
She stopped in front of me realizing what she was doing. She swallowed. "Uh, here's your coat." She whispered handing it to me. I put it on quickly.
I shrugged. "No problem. But if I get sick I'm blaming you."
Josie chuckled quietly and nodded. "I'll pay for the cold medication."
I nodded. "Deal." I held my hand out for her to shake.
Instead she pushed it aside and wrapped her arms around my neck, much to my surprise. She rested her chin on my shoulder and quickly pulled away with tears in her eyes. "Thanks Adam. You saved my ass." She turned to walk away.
"Wait!" I yelped jogging up behind her. She turned around wearing a questioning look on her face. "You said you would do anything for me if I did that."
Her face immediately went pale. "I did?"
I nodded. "Well, I was hoping you would go to the dance with me."
She bit her lip. "Adam, I don't think it's a good idea if we do that, especially considering own history; anything but that."
"Ok," I nodded un-phased. "How about I come with you when you develop those pictures?"
She blinked nervously. "You want to come with me, to the school's dark room?"
I nodded smiling.
"Do you know what happens in the dark room?"
I cocked an eyebrow. "Pictures get developed?"
"No!" She yelped and thought about it for a second. "Well yes, but that's not what I mean. The only reason someone brings someone else down to the dark room is to . . . to . . ."
I blinked and smiled pretending to be oblivious. "Develop pictures?"
"No!" She yelped again. "You make-out with them or . . . other stuff." A blush began to creep up onto her cheeks again.
I liked having control of her like that. "Other stuff as in. . ." I paused suppressing the urge to laugh. "Sex?"
She avoided my eyes and nodded.
"So you don't want to have sex with me?"
Her eyes met mine questioningly, wondering whether she should laugh or slap me.
I took a step back. "Just kidding! I just want to be there to see the pictures."
She suppressed an obvious smile. "No, it's just that a lot of rumors go around about the people who go in and out of the dark room. I don't want you and me to be the newest gossip on everyone's lips."
I smirked. "You don't care what people think about you though."
She nodded. "But you do."
The smile dropped off my face and became serious for a second. "What time do you want me there?"
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I felt like skipping to breakfast. I felt like kissing Julie. I felt like hugging the Bash Brothers. I was floating. Yes, I was floating.
I sauntered (yes! I can saunter!) into the dining hall and bounced into my regular seat. I looked around at my team who were all staring at me funny.
Russ shook his head as he looked down into his cheerios. "We seriously need to get someone to look at Banks. One day he's skipping classes, the next he's depressed, and now he looks . . ."
Portman looked over at me and squinted. "You aren't doing drugs are you?"
I rolled my eyes. "No, I am not high."
"Our dorm did smell funny yesterday. . ." Averman laughed turning his attention away from his conversation with Goldberg.
"Maybe if you did a load of laundry, our room wouldn't smell like feet."
Averman glared at me muttering under his breath turning his attention back to Goldberg who was pretending to retch at his stench.
Guy sat down beside me and put his tray down in front of him. "Charlie called me last night. He said that Jesse and Terry called him last night. They want us to come down to the old pond and have a hockey game like old times."
"You mean before you became preppy kids going to a private school." Russ laughed and suddenly became serious. "Except Banksie. He's always gone to a private school."
I rolled my eyes. They liked to tease me about being 'well off' as they say. I know they mean rich, but it's not like I had anything to do with it. It was my dad and my grandfather and my great grandfather. . . A family tradition of playing hockey as a kid then quitting because of an injury in college then becoming a successful businessman and forcing your son into becoming a hockey player who gets injured in college and becomes a wealthy businessman. It's a vicious cycle that I'm secretly planning on breaking.
"Shut up Russ, you go to a preppy private school too." Guy said defending me. He turned to the rest of the hockey team. "Anyways they want us down there at six."
"I'm in." I said along with everyone else.
Guy grinned. "Good I'll call Charlie after lunch; he said he was sleeping in until noon."
I shook my head. Yup, regular old Charlie.
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A/N: Ok it's slightly shorter than normal but I couldn't think of anything more to write but I promise next chapter will be worth it ok? Well, not WORTH it, but more worth than other chapters. . . I think I'm confusing myself but that's ok. Just go with it ok? Anyways
REVIEW!
~TOODLES!