I tugged at the Armani tie that was slowly trying to close off the
passageway to my lungs. I considered chocking myself with it to get out of
this dinner, but then there would be a whole got of crying and weeping, or
rejoicing I'm not sure which; maybe a mixture of the two. I walked down the
steps from the second floor and made my way to my father's den. We had two.
One was mine and Jay's the other was my father's. I usually took refuge in
there while my father had this stupid dinner parties and only made
appearances when his guests arrive and at dinner and when they leave. I
guess it's that weird rule that children are seen and not heard.
I pulled at the collar of my wool vest before I opened the door to the den full of people, twelve to be exact. My father stood up and clapped a hand on my shoulder making my knees buckle a little. "This is my son Adam. He's the All-star player on his team. He has scouts looking at him already."
I plastered on a smile as I heard echoes of uninterested 'wows' and 'that's wonderful'. I took a seat between Josie and Erica and blinked nervously.
"Well Phil," Said a large burly man with blond hair and mustache, who I'm guessing is Will's father. "Tell me, how's business."
I inwardly sighed. Business talk. It was never fun. I hated it.
My father grinned widely. "Business is good. It's great. You should see some of the figures. Why don't you come into my study and we'll review them?"
The adults quickly filed out the room and all of us kids let out a large sigh.
Josie looked over and me and laughed. "Oh. My. God. Adam what are you wearing?" She said pulling at the itchy wooly vest.
I glared at her playfully. "I wouldn't talk Little Miss. Paten Leather Mary Jane's."
She immediately blushed and tried to hide her feet behind the coffee table. "Point taken." She giggled.
I looked over at Will who was staring me down. I took a deep breath and tried to smile but it turned into more of a grimace.
"Nice to see you again Adam." Will said harshly, his grey eyes burning into mine; he threw his arm over Josie's shoulder even though she seemed to slide closer to me as he did.
I blinked. "Yeah, nice."
Will frowned. "When I last saw you, which was on what. . . Sunday?" His eyes flashed. I wanted to yell at him, 'No you big oaf, I saw you on Monday when you slammed my head into the wall!' but I bit my tongue quickly knowing that the gossip columnist was sitting right beside me. He continued after a beat. "You and Joslyn were going out. What happened?" He squeezed Josie's shoulder.
I blinked and looked over at Josie who had suddenly decided to become a mute. I swallowed nervously. "Taking a little break; because of Christmas holidays and stuff. My family might be going up to Vermont or something."
William blinked. "Really, I would have thought for other reasons."
Erica immediately sat up, her ears perking at the possibility of a scandal. "What other reasons Adam?"
I glanced at her quickly, my eyes quickly becoming locked with Will's. "I wouldn't know."
He shrugged in response and leaned back into the couch.
Josie pushed his arms off her shoulders and frowned. "It's a little too warm in here to have you touching me Will." She murmured so I could just barely hear her.
I didn't like him touching Josie. I may not deserve Josie because my hands are not innocent, but after being beaten up by this guy, who has two complete opposite personalities, I can help but worry for her even though she sat beside me.
Instead his hand moved to her thigh and squeezed.
Her eyes flew up to meet his and forcefully pushed it off. "Hands." She growled at him.
He blinked; his own eyes red with anger. He immediately moved to harshly whisper something in her ear. I caught words of "Banks' 'you slut' and 'pregnant.'
Her eyes widened raising her hand and slapping his cheek forcefully, the clap of it echoing through the room. Erica's eyes widened with excitement taking everything in. I got up along with Josie and pulled her behind me as Will's nostrils flared and his red began to turn crimson where he was slapped. He got up and took a step into my space. "What do you think you're doing?"
He was a good head taller than I. I looked up at him menacingly. "Protecting her."
Erica got up and slapped my cheek hard. "I'm your date, you jerk!" She huffed quickly and stormed out of the room.
I rubbed my jaw and looked over at Josie who shrugged.
"I thought I told you to leave her alone. You've done enough damage." Will scowled. "Or do you need a reminder?"
I blinked coolly. "I haven't done any damage. If anyone in this room has, it's you. By the way you trashed my room; I believe you can pay for the damages."
"She's pregnant!"
"MY DAUGHTER IS WHAT!!!!!"
Josie and I spun around quickly, staring into the faces of eight shocked parents, Josie's doctor of a father looked livid, his face beginning to go red. My father's face hardened as his eyes settled on me. Erica moved from behind her father and smirked, her sculpted eyebrows going up in interest. I have a feeling this may be in the next issue. I can see the headlines now. 'Is it number 99 or 69?' or 'Like father, like son?' Either way, it wasn't going to look good, and I would have a lot to explain after the issue came out.
"Dad! It isn't true! I'm not! I swear!" Josie said running up to her father looking rather panicked.
Her father looked down at her. "Is it his?" He asked pointing over at me.
Josie shook her head. "I couldn't be! I've never even. . ."
"Be quiet you wretched girl!" Her mother yelled. "Lying about it won't help the situation any!"
Erica smirked. "I found home pregnancy tests in our bathroom."
Josie shot a look at her. "They're probably yours!"
I couldn't help but snort at that comment and the crimson color that began to creep up onto Erica's cheeks.
Josie's mother shook her head. "I thought we brought you up better than this!"
Next thing I know my father has me by the collar of my shirt dragging me towards the door. "What did you do to her you dirty boy!"
I tried to loosen the tie around my neck that my father was unintentionally (I think) chocking me with. "Nothing! I didn't touch her." I gasped out.
"Liar!" He yelped kicking my feet as he stomped up the stairs leaving our guests in the den still flabbergasted. "Tell the truth!"
I gagged. "She won't let me touch her!"
"Then you forced her!"
My eyes widened. He didn't just accuse me of. . . "No because she isn't pregnant! Certainly not with mine!"
He half tossed me into my room. "She better not be or there will be hell to pay. You do realize that this already has ruined our good name! This is all you're fault!" He yelled slamming the door behind him and putting a door beneath the doorknob, locking me in my room leaving me alone with my thoughts and how Josie will be treated when she gets home.
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I woke up the next morning lying under the covers, still in my dressy clothes. I sat abruptly. I don't remember going to bed. I remember lying on the carpet thinking about Josie and how I'm going to get Portman, Fulton, Russ and all the other guys to go after Will, but none of actually crawling under the covers and sleeping.
"Good you're up."
I jumped and looked over at my desk where my father was sitting with his head in his hands.
I swallowed nervously. "Dad?"
He blinked and avoided my eyes. "I'm sorry son."
I crossed my legs in 'Indian style', wrapping the duvet around me. "Sorry for what?" I whispered hoping he didn't think I was smart or sarcastic.
"For being a crappy father."
I began pinching my leg like mad. I'm dreaming; I have to be. First of all, my father would never say he's sorry and secondly he would never admit he was wrong of all things. "Pardon?"
He looked up at me seriously. "Remember when you we about six and you're mother took us all to New York to see 'the Nutcracker' on stage and we came out and you looked at me and said that you wanted to be a ballet dancer? And I told you no, that ballet was for wussies and real men play hockey?"
I blinked. I wanted to be a dancer? I shook my head trying to rid myself of the thought of me in tights. "No." I answered suspiciously.
My father seemed to ignore that. "You can be a dancer if you like. I don't care."
I shook my head. "I don't want to be a dancer. I want to play hockey."
M father got up and sat on the edge of my bed and put his hands on my shoulders. "You don't have to play hockey anymore son. I can call Eden Hall and tell them you're quitting right now. I'll pay for your tuition."
My eyes widened in surprise. "Do not do that! Tell me you haven't called them!"
My father smiled. "I waited until you got up." He blinked. "You were sleeping on the floor last night. You looked so uncomfortable. I had to move you."
I stared at him. "What happened to you last night?"
He looked down. "Dr. Best took Josie to be examined last night and found out she was no pregnant. I wrongfully accused you without any facts and I realized I have been ordering you around for years and I want to make up for it."
"I love hockey dad. I didn't at first but I love it now. I don't want to quit. I don't want to dance. I just want to play hockey." I whispered.
He blinked. "Then play hockey you will. . ." He smirked.
I nodded slowly. "Ok. . ."
He looked over at me and bit his lip. "I need to use your phone." He reached over to my nightstand grabbing for the cordless phone. I grabbed it first.
"You already called them!" I yelped pulling the phone close to me.
He frowned. "I didn't want to make you do something that you didn't want to do. I was sure you hated it because I made you do it."
I shook my head. "You didn't make me do anything. You pressured me. If you want to be a 'good dad' as you put it, stop doing that and call Coach Orion."
He nodded and grabbed the phone from my hands and began to dial. He held the phone up to his ear and began to pace the room. "Hello? I need to speak to Coach Orion. Yes I'll hold." He looked back at me and a little smile crept over his lips. He walked over to me and squeezed me tight in his arms, catching me off guard. "I love you Adam."
I sat stunned as he walked out of the room. Even before I became a Duck my father was never a 'touchy-feely' guy. He would give my brother and me a hug on rare occasions, like when my brother graduated with honors, but even then it was a quick squeeze, and essence of a hug. He hugged me when my grandma died, but then it was out of duty because I was upset. I don't ever remember him saying he loved me. I'm sure he did, when I was little, but not now. I didn't even think those words were in his vocabulary for a while. But him; actually admitting it was weird. I wasn't sure if he meant it.
I ripped off my dressy clothes and pulled on a navy blue polo and some khaki pants and walked out of my room.
"Adam!" My mother said smiling. "My angel. I knew you wouldn't do anything to her."
I frowned. "Oh."
She nodded and patted my head and rushed down the stairs. "You ought to get back to school. You don't want to be late for your class."
My jaw dropped. Oh no. I was going to be late for class and I didn't even have any of my books. "Dad!!!"
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I rushed into English class skidding to a stop.
"Mr. Banks. Glad you could join us." Mr. Winder said looking up from a large novel he was reading on his desk. He looked back down and handed me a white sheet of paper. "Review sheet. Work as partners, whatever. And don't be late for the exam tomorrow Mr. Banks, I won't be able to give you the exam if you are. I don't want you to get kicked off the hockey team."
I nodded and walked to my seat, realizing Josie wasn't there. I stared at her empty seat. Review periods weren't necessary to pass the course, but considering the occurrences of the night before I worried. Was she in her dorm? Is she with her father? Was it Will? Or Erica? Questions filled my brain as the bell quickly rang signaling second period. I followed the rest of the class into the hall and began walking out into the courtyard towards the greenhouse for science. The teacher wanted to review botany, which I wasn't too worried about on the exam. My eyes traveled toward the Junior Girl's Dormitory that wasn't too far away.
"Banks!" I was spun around quickly by Charlie. "How did dinner with the 'rents go?"
I gave a thumbs down as he guided me towards the greenhouse. I smirked. "Conaway, what would you say if we skipped next period?"
Charlie's eyes narrowed. "Depends on what we would be doing. If it we were skipping to study I'd say no chance in hell, however if we were doing something else like, pulling a prank on Varsity, I may be in."
"Uh . . . neither." I said narrowing my eyes much like Charlie. "More like checking up on someone."
He frowned. "A someone; as in a female?"
I looked around. "Maybe."
"A someone as in a female who you have had a crush on since she has come to school here?"
"That's not completely. . ."
"A someone as in Josie?"
I nodded silently.
Charlie rolled his eyes. "Fine I'll come with. But if I witness a break-out make-out session between you and your girl, next lunch, the rest of the team and I are making a whole new meaning for Cake-eater."
I scoffed. "Please. I doubt that will even happen!"
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A/N: Hey there! Oh my God! I actually finished a chapter during exams! I was venting I guess. I forgot that I only have to be in school for like two hours so I have silently more time on my hands. Actually tomorrow, I only have to be there for SEVEN MINUTES!! Right now, music class kicks ass! Any who! Hmmm. . . OH my shout outs!
Rachel- I hope you like the 'date' chapter as you put it. I hope it lived up! Yes, yes, poor bruised Adam. He gets so moody when he's injured. Moody guys are hot!! ; ) Thanks for the luck!
SPLASH Panther- I guess you'll have to read and find out. Are you new to reviewing me? Or haven't I been paying attention? If I haven't welcomed you I'm sorry and I'm doing it now. Welcome! I'm glad you're reviewing me!!! Thanks for the luck!
Tara- I would type out your 'screen name' but it's really long and I'm lazy. I'm So glad that you liked my last chapter. I used the picturing headlines line. I was like hmmmm. . . I wonder what they COULD be. What do you think? You got CHILLS! : O! That's so flattering! Thanks for the luck and advice! Math I'm not worrying about! I honestly love it! The subject I hate is English right now (ironic isn't it!). But my teacher is evil so. . . OH! And you don't talk too much! I like long reviews! I talk way too much. I ramble! My friends are usually like 'Katie! (That's my name) Shut up!'
Beaner- I'm glad you like the nickname I gave Mr. Winder! One of my guy friend's nicknames is rice. My friends have weird thoughts. Like one guy his nickname is Squeaky. But that's a different story and I don't have time to tell it! Whoa!! The gossip at your old school was Erica? I'm like psychic! No seriously, I used the name because I had a major grudge thing with this girl named Erica in like the 6th grade and I used to like the name a lot before I met her. Thanks for the luck and I'm praying you did (or already have done) good on your Mid term!
Lainey- You're from Scotland! : ) My family comes from Scotland . . . actually we come from about everywhere, so it doesn't make it as cool. We don't know much about my family, other than we were deported from Scotland because we stole sheep. It's off topic, but I think it's cool! I hoped you liked his reaction to finding out Josie has his 'jumper' (Oh my God! I love different versions of words and stuff! I guess it one of those 'I say Tom-A- to you say Tom-a-to' things. Except this time it would be like you say jumper I say jersey.) I would have mentioned you in my last chapter but I forgot to check my inbox. . .
Anywho! Thanks for wishing me luck! With all you guys doing that I should ace my exams! Do you think my teachers would consider that a good reason to up my marks? Anyways. . .REVIEW
Toodles!
I pulled at the collar of my wool vest before I opened the door to the den full of people, twelve to be exact. My father stood up and clapped a hand on my shoulder making my knees buckle a little. "This is my son Adam. He's the All-star player on his team. He has scouts looking at him already."
I plastered on a smile as I heard echoes of uninterested 'wows' and 'that's wonderful'. I took a seat between Josie and Erica and blinked nervously.
"Well Phil," Said a large burly man with blond hair and mustache, who I'm guessing is Will's father. "Tell me, how's business."
I inwardly sighed. Business talk. It was never fun. I hated it.
My father grinned widely. "Business is good. It's great. You should see some of the figures. Why don't you come into my study and we'll review them?"
The adults quickly filed out the room and all of us kids let out a large sigh.
Josie looked over and me and laughed. "Oh. My. God. Adam what are you wearing?" She said pulling at the itchy wooly vest.
I glared at her playfully. "I wouldn't talk Little Miss. Paten Leather Mary Jane's."
She immediately blushed and tried to hide her feet behind the coffee table. "Point taken." She giggled.
I looked over at Will who was staring me down. I took a deep breath and tried to smile but it turned into more of a grimace.
"Nice to see you again Adam." Will said harshly, his grey eyes burning into mine; he threw his arm over Josie's shoulder even though she seemed to slide closer to me as he did.
I blinked. "Yeah, nice."
Will frowned. "When I last saw you, which was on what. . . Sunday?" His eyes flashed. I wanted to yell at him, 'No you big oaf, I saw you on Monday when you slammed my head into the wall!' but I bit my tongue quickly knowing that the gossip columnist was sitting right beside me. He continued after a beat. "You and Joslyn were going out. What happened?" He squeezed Josie's shoulder.
I blinked and looked over at Josie who had suddenly decided to become a mute. I swallowed nervously. "Taking a little break; because of Christmas holidays and stuff. My family might be going up to Vermont or something."
William blinked. "Really, I would have thought for other reasons."
Erica immediately sat up, her ears perking at the possibility of a scandal. "What other reasons Adam?"
I glanced at her quickly, my eyes quickly becoming locked with Will's. "I wouldn't know."
He shrugged in response and leaned back into the couch.
Josie pushed his arms off her shoulders and frowned. "It's a little too warm in here to have you touching me Will." She murmured so I could just barely hear her.
I didn't like him touching Josie. I may not deserve Josie because my hands are not innocent, but after being beaten up by this guy, who has two complete opposite personalities, I can help but worry for her even though she sat beside me.
Instead his hand moved to her thigh and squeezed.
Her eyes flew up to meet his and forcefully pushed it off. "Hands." She growled at him.
He blinked; his own eyes red with anger. He immediately moved to harshly whisper something in her ear. I caught words of "Banks' 'you slut' and 'pregnant.'
Her eyes widened raising her hand and slapping his cheek forcefully, the clap of it echoing through the room. Erica's eyes widened with excitement taking everything in. I got up along with Josie and pulled her behind me as Will's nostrils flared and his red began to turn crimson where he was slapped. He got up and took a step into my space. "What do you think you're doing?"
He was a good head taller than I. I looked up at him menacingly. "Protecting her."
Erica got up and slapped my cheek hard. "I'm your date, you jerk!" She huffed quickly and stormed out of the room.
I rubbed my jaw and looked over at Josie who shrugged.
"I thought I told you to leave her alone. You've done enough damage." Will scowled. "Or do you need a reminder?"
I blinked coolly. "I haven't done any damage. If anyone in this room has, it's you. By the way you trashed my room; I believe you can pay for the damages."
"She's pregnant!"
"MY DAUGHTER IS WHAT!!!!!"
Josie and I spun around quickly, staring into the faces of eight shocked parents, Josie's doctor of a father looked livid, his face beginning to go red. My father's face hardened as his eyes settled on me. Erica moved from behind her father and smirked, her sculpted eyebrows going up in interest. I have a feeling this may be in the next issue. I can see the headlines now. 'Is it number 99 or 69?' or 'Like father, like son?' Either way, it wasn't going to look good, and I would have a lot to explain after the issue came out.
"Dad! It isn't true! I'm not! I swear!" Josie said running up to her father looking rather panicked.
Her father looked down at her. "Is it his?" He asked pointing over at me.
Josie shook her head. "I couldn't be! I've never even. . ."
"Be quiet you wretched girl!" Her mother yelled. "Lying about it won't help the situation any!"
Erica smirked. "I found home pregnancy tests in our bathroom."
Josie shot a look at her. "They're probably yours!"
I couldn't help but snort at that comment and the crimson color that began to creep up onto Erica's cheeks.
Josie's mother shook her head. "I thought we brought you up better than this!"
Next thing I know my father has me by the collar of my shirt dragging me towards the door. "What did you do to her you dirty boy!"
I tried to loosen the tie around my neck that my father was unintentionally (I think) chocking me with. "Nothing! I didn't touch her." I gasped out.
"Liar!" He yelped kicking my feet as he stomped up the stairs leaving our guests in the den still flabbergasted. "Tell the truth!"
I gagged. "She won't let me touch her!"
"Then you forced her!"
My eyes widened. He didn't just accuse me of. . . "No because she isn't pregnant! Certainly not with mine!"
He half tossed me into my room. "She better not be or there will be hell to pay. You do realize that this already has ruined our good name! This is all you're fault!" He yelled slamming the door behind him and putting a door beneath the doorknob, locking me in my room leaving me alone with my thoughts and how Josie will be treated when she gets home.
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I woke up the next morning lying under the covers, still in my dressy clothes. I sat abruptly. I don't remember going to bed. I remember lying on the carpet thinking about Josie and how I'm going to get Portman, Fulton, Russ and all the other guys to go after Will, but none of actually crawling under the covers and sleeping.
"Good you're up."
I jumped and looked over at my desk where my father was sitting with his head in his hands.
I swallowed nervously. "Dad?"
He blinked and avoided my eyes. "I'm sorry son."
I crossed my legs in 'Indian style', wrapping the duvet around me. "Sorry for what?" I whispered hoping he didn't think I was smart or sarcastic.
"For being a crappy father."
I began pinching my leg like mad. I'm dreaming; I have to be. First of all, my father would never say he's sorry and secondly he would never admit he was wrong of all things. "Pardon?"
He looked up at me seriously. "Remember when you we about six and you're mother took us all to New York to see 'the Nutcracker' on stage and we came out and you looked at me and said that you wanted to be a ballet dancer? And I told you no, that ballet was for wussies and real men play hockey?"
I blinked. I wanted to be a dancer? I shook my head trying to rid myself of the thought of me in tights. "No." I answered suspiciously.
My father seemed to ignore that. "You can be a dancer if you like. I don't care."
I shook my head. "I don't want to be a dancer. I want to play hockey."
M father got up and sat on the edge of my bed and put his hands on my shoulders. "You don't have to play hockey anymore son. I can call Eden Hall and tell them you're quitting right now. I'll pay for your tuition."
My eyes widened in surprise. "Do not do that! Tell me you haven't called them!"
My father smiled. "I waited until you got up." He blinked. "You were sleeping on the floor last night. You looked so uncomfortable. I had to move you."
I stared at him. "What happened to you last night?"
He looked down. "Dr. Best took Josie to be examined last night and found out she was no pregnant. I wrongfully accused you without any facts and I realized I have been ordering you around for years and I want to make up for it."
"I love hockey dad. I didn't at first but I love it now. I don't want to quit. I don't want to dance. I just want to play hockey." I whispered.
He blinked. "Then play hockey you will. . ." He smirked.
I nodded slowly. "Ok. . ."
He looked over at me and bit his lip. "I need to use your phone." He reached over to my nightstand grabbing for the cordless phone. I grabbed it first.
"You already called them!" I yelped pulling the phone close to me.
He frowned. "I didn't want to make you do something that you didn't want to do. I was sure you hated it because I made you do it."
I shook my head. "You didn't make me do anything. You pressured me. If you want to be a 'good dad' as you put it, stop doing that and call Coach Orion."
He nodded and grabbed the phone from my hands and began to dial. He held the phone up to his ear and began to pace the room. "Hello? I need to speak to Coach Orion. Yes I'll hold." He looked back at me and a little smile crept over his lips. He walked over to me and squeezed me tight in his arms, catching me off guard. "I love you Adam."
I sat stunned as he walked out of the room. Even before I became a Duck my father was never a 'touchy-feely' guy. He would give my brother and me a hug on rare occasions, like when my brother graduated with honors, but even then it was a quick squeeze, and essence of a hug. He hugged me when my grandma died, but then it was out of duty because I was upset. I don't ever remember him saying he loved me. I'm sure he did, when I was little, but not now. I didn't even think those words were in his vocabulary for a while. But him; actually admitting it was weird. I wasn't sure if he meant it.
I ripped off my dressy clothes and pulled on a navy blue polo and some khaki pants and walked out of my room.
"Adam!" My mother said smiling. "My angel. I knew you wouldn't do anything to her."
I frowned. "Oh."
She nodded and patted my head and rushed down the stairs. "You ought to get back to school. You don't want to be late for your class."
My jaw dropped. Oh no. I was going to be late for class and I didn't even have any of my books. "Dad!!!"
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I rushed into English class skidding to a stop.
"Mr. Banks. Glad you could join us." Mr. Winder said looking up from a large novel he was reading on his desk. He looked back down and handed me a white sheet of paper. "Review sheet. Work as partners, whatever. And don't be late for the exam tomorrow Mr. Banks, I won't be able to give you the exam if you are. I don't want you to get kicked off the hockey team."
I nodded and walked to my seat, realizing Josie wasn't there. I stared at her empty seat. Review periods weren't necessary to pass the course, but considering the occurrences of the night before I worried. Was she in her dorm? Is she with her father? Was it Will? Or Erica? Questions filled my brain as the bell quickly rang signaling second period. I followed the rest of the class into the hall and began walking out into the courtyard towards the greenhouse for science. The teacher wanted to review botany, which I wasn't too worried about on the exam. My eyes traveled toward the Junior Girl's Dormitory that wasn't too far away.
"Banks!" I was spun around quickly by Charlie. "How did dinner with the 'rents go?"
I gave a thumbs down as he guided me towards the greenhouse. I smirked. "Conaway, what would you say if we skipped next period?"
Charlie's eyes narrowed. "Depends on what we would be doing. If it we were skipping to study I'd say no chance in hell, however if we were doing something else like, pulling a prank on Varsity, I may be in."
"Uh . . . neither." I said narrowing my eyes much like Charlie. "More like checking up on someone."
He frowned. "A someone; as in a female?"
I looked around. "Maybe."
"A someone as in a female who you have had a crush on since she has come to school here?"
"That's not completely. . ."
"A someone as in Josie?"
I nodded silently.
Charlie rolled his eyes. "Fine I'll come with. But if I witness a break-out make-out session between you and your girl, next lunch, the rest of the team and I are making a whole new meaning for Cake-eater."
I scoffed. "Please. I doubt that will even happen!"
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A/N: Hey there! Oh my God! I actually finished a chapter during exams! I was venting I guess. I forgot that I only have to be in school for like two hours so I have silently more time on my hands. Actually tomorrow, I only have to be there for SEVEN MINUTES!! Right now, music class kicks ass! Any who! Hmmm. . . OH my shout outs!
Rachel- I hope you like the 'date' chapter as you put it. I hope it lived up! Yes, yes, poor bruised Adam. He gets so moody when he's injured. Moody guys are hot!! ; ) Thanks for the luck!
SPLASH Panther- I guess you'll have to read and find out. Are you new to reviewing me? Or haven't I been paying attention? If I haven't welcomed you I'm sorry and I'm doing it now. Welcome! I'm glad you're reviewing me!!! Thanks for the luck!
Tara- I would type out your 'screen name' but it's really long and I'm lazy. I'm So glad that you liked my last chapter. I used the picturing headlines line. I was like hmmmm. . . I wonder what they COULD be. What do you think? You got CHILLS! : O! That's so flattering! Thanks for the luck and advice! Math I'm not worrying about! I honestly love it! The subject I hate is English right now (ironic isn't it!). But my teacher is evil so. . . OH! And you don't talk too much! I like long reviews! I talk way too much. I ramble! My friends are usually like 'Katie! (That's my name) Shut up!'
Beaner- I'm glad you like the nickname I gave Mr. Winder! One of my guy friend's nicknames is rice. My friends have weird thoughts. Like one guy his nickname is Squeaky. But that's a different story and I don't have time to tell it! Whoa!! The gossip at your old school was Erica? I'm like psychic! No seriously, I used the name because I had a major grudge thing with this girl named Erica in like the 6th grade and I used to like the name a lot before I met her. Thanks for the luck and I'm praying you did (or already have done) good on your Mid term!
Lainey- You're from Scotland! : ) My family comes from Scotland . . . actually we come from about everywhere, so it doesn't make it as cool. We don't know much about my family, other than we were deported from Scotland because we stole sheep. It's off topic, but I think it's cool! I hoped you liked his reaction to finding out Josie has his 'jumper' (Oh my God! I love different versions of words and stuff! I guess it one of those 'I say Tom-A- to you say Tom-a-to' things. Except this time it would be like you say jumper I say jersey.) I would have mentioned you in my last chapter but I forgot to check my inbox. . .
Anywho! Thanks for wishing me luck! With all you guys doing that I should ace my exams! Do you think my teachers would consider that a good reason to up my marks? Anyways. . .REVIEW
Toodles!