I groaned at the sound of my alarm clock that morning as it buzzed
annoyingly in my ears. I gave Josie a quick squeeze and smiled. It was nice
having her close to me. I opened my eyes and looked up at the popcorn
plastered ceiling of the dorm room. For have such a crappy day, waking up
wasn't so bad.
"Josie, get up. We have exams." I said giving her another squeeze, this time realizing that she was squishier than I remembered. I looked over beside me and groaned again. A pillow; she replaced herself with a pillow.
I sat up and looked around the room. Averman was sleeping soundly through the buzzing of his alarm and the room looked a bit neater than the night before. I looked toward the door and saw a white piece of paper pinned to our cork board. I put my feet on the cold wood floor and padded over to the door and grabbed the paper that blocked the pictures of hockey players. I smiled as I read the loopy handwriting.
'Adam,
I'm sorry I had to leave before you woke, but you looked so tired last night that I figured I would let you sleep. Thanks for letting me stay. Thanks for putting up with me last night. I borrowed your letterman's jacket from your closet; it's cold outside today and I forgot mine in my dorm. I'll see you at the exam.
~Josie~'
I gingerly sat the note on my desk and began to scan my closet for the jacket. I grinned; my new green and white Mighty Ducks letterman's jacket was definitely gone. Instead I grabbed a shirt, some jeans and a towel, preparing for my shower.
~*~
"Adam!" Josie hissed from behind me as we exited our exam room.
I looked over my shoulder and frowned. "Yeah?"
She looked around. "Don't look at me. My dad knows a lot of people whose kids go here." She paused for a second and continued. "You know the room across from the dark room?"
I blinked and tried to picture it. "The chemical storeroom?" I guessed.
"Uh huh. Go there in five minutes. I'll be there in ten ok? We need to talk bad." She whispered.
I nodded. "Ok. I'll be there."
She walked past me and her fingers brushed the palm of my hand lightly. "Good."
~*~
I fumbled in the dark for a light switch as I gagged from the fumes of an unknown chemical in the small room. It wasn't exactly a storeroom, more like a closet and instead of holding brooms and mops; it held acids and broken beakers. I bit my cheek nervously, trying to subside my nervous shaking.
The door opened a little and a curved female figure stepped into the space in front of me.
"Adam?" Josie's voice whispered quietly.
I squinted my eyes in the darkness of the room in hopes of seeing even the profile of her face. "Yeah I'm here."
I felt her arm reach up over my shoulder and a dim light flooded the room. I looked up and saw her holding onto a little string on the light. "There." She murmured. "Now I can see you."
I smiled as I looked down at her. The space was barely large enough for me, so with her, it was a tight squeeze, not that I minded much. "You look better than you did last night."
She nodded and looked away from me, which I must say was difficult because you couldn't look anywhere else. "Not one of my shining moments." She sighed and looked up at me. "I hope I didn't say anything to offend you or anything. When I'm drunk I usually begin spilling out everything." She blushed. "That and snore."
I shook my head. "Nothing embarrassing and no snoring. Although you did admit that you thought I was cute."
"I tell everyone that." She said trying to brush it off.
I licked my lips and nodded. "Where did you get the beer?"
She rolled her eyes. "Old friends. They helped me pack and they labeled this big box 'porcelain dolls'." She scoffed. "I don't even own dolls. I open it up and it's filled with single beer bottles wrapped in newspaper and a note reading 'Just in case'."
I blinked. "How often do you do things like that?"
She shrugged. "Not very. That was the first time since the night of Peter's funeral."
"Oh." I bit my lip. "Is this what you wanted to talk about?"
She shook her head. "No."
"Then what is it?"
She looked up at me with her big hazel eyes. "Remember when I first came here I told you I was going to do anything to get out of here?"
I nodded nervously.
She scoffed. "It's your fault that I don't want to anymore."
I smiled and encircled her in my arms, pulling her close as she bowed her head into my chest, letting me put my chin on the crown of her head. "I do have one question though." I said breaking the silence of the moment.
I felt her arms relax a little around me. "What would that be?"
I frowned. "What exactly are we?" I blinked nervously. "Like are we friends or more. . ."
She shook her head. "I don't want to answer that." She stated sternly giving me a squeeze and pulling away. "Because if I say what you want me to say, it will hurt even more when I leave."
I grabbed her hand quickly. "You aren't leaving." I whispered. "I'm going to make sure you don't."
She bit her lip and handed me a little piece of paper. "That's my cell number. Let it ring three times and then hang up if we need to talk. We'll meet in the JV locker room because all you guys are on scholarship and wouldn't rat us out to my dad."
I frowned. "Why hang up?"
"It'll show up on the bill if I answer and my dad will know it's you who is calling me." She smiled as she reached for the door knob. "Later Adam."
I frowned and grabbed her shoulder. "My jacket."
She blinked and pouted. "Do you mind if I keep it for a while?"
I nodded as she turned out the light and stepped out of the room leaving me in the dark unable to leave with her, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
~*~
I walked to the dining hall in a daze. I wasn't quite sure exactly what I was doing. I passed people with faces I didn't recognize, and yet they pointed and whispered. I could hear voices but no words. Hushed tones surrounded me.
As I sat down for lunch, most of my team looked at me as if I were an escaped mental patient; afraid to say something without setting me off into a psychotic rage, even though I felt numb after what happened in the storeroom. I think I inhaled too many fumes. I blinked uneasily at them all. "What?"
I noticed Julie and Connie avert their eyes from me nervously. Dwayne eyed me as if I were scum and the Bash Brothers had a look of disbelief on their faces. I looked over at Charlie for answers but he looked down at his lunch guiltily.
"What!"
Kenny pushed a folded newspaper over to me and bit his lip.
I grabbed the paper off the table and looked at the head lines. I cocked an eyebrow. "I already know we won over the Bears 3-2."
Luis grabbed the paper from my hands and flipped to the center of the paper and pointed at one of the articles.
I began to read aloud. "99 AND COUNTING; by Gina the Gossip Ghost. Adam Banks, number 99, the star of the Junior Varsity hockey team, probably one of the most wanted guys in the corridors of Eden Halls, isn't who he seems." I blinked nervously as I looked around the table. I took a deep breath and continued when no one met my eyes. "Most would see him as the straight-A, hockey jock that all the scouts are after. However this reporter has seen him as what he truly is: a player. Watch out for him girls. Not only does he have a steady girlfriend, who has asked to remain anonymous, but also a few extras on the side. But get this, he is also the proud father-to-be of a new bouncing baby boy or girl due in early September of 2004. One could wonder how many girls' lives he will ruin."
I stopped. "You guys actually believe that!" I looked around the table in awe.
Averman looked down. "Josie was pretty sick last night."
My jaw dropped. "She was drunk!" I got up from the table. "What you believe some reporter who doesn't even reveal her name and goes under the alias of what?" I grabbed the paper and tossed it across the table. "Gina the Gossip Ghost! I've been on your team since pee-wees or Team USA and you believe someone else!"
Connie looked over at me embarrassed. "So none of it's true?"
I shook my head violently. "I don't have a steady girlfriend, and I don't have girls on the side and I'm not a father to be."
Dwayne got up and put his hand on my shoulder. "Sorry partner. It's just you've been actin' all strange lately."
I shrugged. "You made a mistake. I can't do anything but forget it."
I felt a tiny tap on my shoulder and someone clearing their throat behind me. I turned around to face Erica standing their wearing a smirk.
I rolled my eyes. "What do you want?"
She shrugged and smoothed her skirt. "Nothing. I just wanted to thank you for getting rid of my roommate. She was so depressing."
"You little. . ."
She clucked her tongue at me. "You wouldn't want to do that Mr. Banks. You never know where our little Gossip Ghost is hiding. Besides, there are teachers everywhere and witnesses." She fluttered her eyelashes at me. "We wouldn't want to get the Dean involved in a little verbal abuse problem, now would we?"
I scowled at her angrily.
"But then again, he may want to speak about that little rumor about a pregnant girl in Eden Hall anyways. We all know that teen pregnancy would ruin the reputation of the school." Erica said giggling by the end. "Actually I best be going, because here he comes." She sauntered towards the cheerleader table waving her fingers at me.
"Mr. Banks," Stated a large booming voice behind me. "I think it's time we had a little chat."
I looked over my shoulder nervously at Dean Buckley who wore a disapproving glare.
"Come along Mr. Banks."
My eyes widened as I stood frozen to my spot. "B-b-but. . ."
He looked down upon me sternly. "My office, Mr. Banks."
"Dean Buckley, you don't understand!" I finally got out without stumbling over my words.
He gave me a little push knocking me into walking ahead of him. "Come along Mr. Banks." He repeated.
I sighed as I walked out of the dining hall.
"DEAD MAN WALKING!"
~*~
I licked my lips nervously as I sat in one of the chairs set up in Dean Buckley's spacious office that reminded me of the one my father had at home.
He sat on his desk instead of on the chair behind him and frowned. "Mr. Banks. . ."
"Adam." I replied. "Mr. Banks is my dad."
He hesitated before he continued. "Adam, you are the star player of Eden Hall's Junior Varsity hockey team; you are on scholarship; you are being watched very closely by scouts not only in sports but in academics." Dean Buckley said reading my transcript that sat on his lap.
I frowned. "Dean Buckley, first of all, I am not the 'star' of the team. A team is a group of people that work together by complimenting each other's strengths and making up for each other's weaknesses." I took a beat. "And I believe that going over my transcripts are not what we are here for, am I correct?"
Dean Buckley pursed his lips and sat my transcripts down on the desk. "Adam, you may not realize it, but you have a spotlight on you. If someone sees something wrong with you, in academics or sports, they think that something is wrong with Eden Hall. Do you understand?"
I nodded carefully. "Yes, but why me?"
He shook his head. "Unimportant." He stated reaching behind him and grabbing some papers. "The important thing is that if someone, like a parent, or an administrator sees something wrong with you, they connect it with a weakness in the school." He handed me the papers he held. "Now, this article in the underground newspaper, is it true?"
I blinked. "What does this have to do with Eden Hall? This is a rumor about me."
He nodded and got up off the desk and began to pace the room. "We, at Eden Hall, have good morals, good social standings. If someone felt that their child was in danger, they would take their child out of that situation." He looked over at me. "Now, because it is that a girl is rumored to be pregnant by your actions, I would hope you would see it as your responsibility, nee, your duty, to either bring it to my attention, or dispose of it before it got out to the public."
I frowned. "I don't quite understand."
"To put this simply," He said kneeling in front of me. "If parents of daughters are afraid to put their daughter in Eden Hall because of pregnancy, they won't enroll them. If they don't enroll them, we have no funding. If we have no funding, extra-curricular activities go down the tubes and next thing you know, no more Eden Hall." His eyes locked with mine. "So, what I'm saying is that you tell me who this girl is before you either a) ruin Eden Hall's reputation, b) ruin our funding or c) both."
I shook my head. "It isn't true. Everything it's false. There was no girl."
Dean Buckley was stone-faced. "I didn't ask that. I asked; who is the girl?"
"But there is no girl. Someone obviously doesn't like me and is trying to ruin my family's reputation, not the reputation of the school."
He smiled a little. "Adam, I know you want this to go away. Most rumors are based on a tiny fraction of truth. Now, if you tell me the girl who you have been hanging around with or dating or, I don't care, I can be sure of it that this will never come up again."
"There is no girl!"
"I can find out other ways! Teachers! Friends! I would rather hear it from you Adam! That's why I came to you first!"
I rubbed my forehead. "Dean Buckley, this isn't going anywhere. Even if there was I girl I wouldn't tell you because it has already been taken care of."
"So there has to be a girl if it has been taken care of." He smirked slyly. "Now Adam, all I want is a name."
I stood up pushing the heavy chair back about a foot. "I believe we are finished here. I have nothing else to say, and I seem to know the rest of your questions."
He nodded carefully. "I'll be speaking with you later Adam."
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A/N: Ok probably not one of my better chapters, but its filler. I know in D3 Dean Buckley is actually a nice guy, and he's out of character, but I figured that he *is* a principal and has to look out for the well being of his students and he *is* part of private school system so he also has to look out for funding and such and a little scandal like that could ruin everything so that is my explanation for that. Please don't hate me for writing him out of character! I needed a pissed off administrator! Anywho! My random Shout-outs!
Tara- I'm glad you think that responsible Adam = sexy Adam! I definitely wouldn't mind him looking after me while I was drunk or sick or whatever. I'm glad you thought it was completely in his character to say away from getting drunk! That's what I thought. I considered making him get drunk, to like rebel against his parents and expectations, but I thought it would be better to go that way. Besides it would kind of be hard to tell the story from a drunken guy's POV. NO! Josie did not throw up because of Averman. I personally think Averman is a sweetie, but I probably wouldn't kiss him. About the eloping, I think you have to be 18 to elope. Whatever. OH! Adam is in my backyard because it's like winter here and he's playing in the snow! *Adam runs from outside to author's computer* Adam: "I like it here! Canada! I'll visit Australia soon, but I want to make sure Katie (the author) doesn't make anyone else slap me." *Adam runs upstairs to make hot chocolate* I hope that we hit the 100 review mark! It would be super cool so that is YOUR queue to start reviewing!
Rachel- I'm glad you wouldn't flame. However sometimes they are helpful. I remember when I did my Pirates of the Caribbean Story someone flamed me really bad and I stopped. I like constructive criticism. It helps! I'm glad you though drunk Josie was fun (* the author does not promote drug and alcohol use it was used for comedy purposes and to help in the plot. Don't drink, don't use. It isn't cool. Besides, what fun is it when you can't remember what you did? *) Sorry about that I thought I should say that. My story rocks your world? Well your reviews rock mine! Thanks!!
Beaner- Thanks! It was a fun chapter to write, although hard to start. I had a completely different beginning. I was going to have Adam getting benched because Dr. Best called in after the dinner party and stuff, but it sounded lame and Adam sounded like a whiny brat. *Adam runs up from behind author and gives her a squeeze* Adam: "Thanks for not making me sound like a whiny brat. I like being down to earth and straight laced!" *Adam sits down beside author and grins* No I don't write from experience, although I have *cough cough* drank before but never to the extent of Josie. No I write from watching my friends. No Adam isn't off the hook with Will, *Adam cowers in fear* but I promised Adam that he can help write that chapter, so don't worry too much. Don't worry about the article, it's in the story! I hope it sounded ok. It was underground newspaper (FYI: a newspaper without teacher supervision.) so that's why something about a student was printed. Thanks again! You kick ass!
~Toodles!
"Josie, get up. We have exams." I said giving her another squeeze, this time realizing that she was squishier than I remembered. I looked over beside me and groaned again. A pillow; she replaced herself with a pillow.
I sat up and looked around the room. Averman was sleeping soundly through the buzzing of his alarm and the room looked a bit neater than the night before. I looked toward the door and saw a white piece of paper pinned to our cork board. I put my feet on the cold wood floor and padded over to the door and grabbed the paper that blocked the pictures of hockey players. I smiled as I read the loopy handwriting.
'Adam,
I'm sorry I had to leave before you woke, but you looked so tired last night that I figured I would let you sleep. Thanks for letting me stay. Thanks for putting up with me last night. I borrowed your letterman's jacket from your closet; it's cold outside today and I forgot mine in my dorm. I'll see you at the exam.
~Josie~'
I gingerly sat the note on my desk and began to scan my closet for the jacket. I grinned; my new green and white Mighty Ducks letterman's jacket was definitely gone. Instead I grabbed a shirt, some jeans and a towel, preparing for my shower.
~*~
"Adam!" Josie hissed from behind me as we exited our exam room.
I looked over my shoulder and frowned. "Yeah?"
She looked around. "Don't look at me. My dad knows a lot of people whose kids go here." She paused for a second and continued. "You know the room across from the dark room?"
I blinked and tried to picture it. "The chemical storeroom?" I guessed.
"Uh huh. Go there in five minutes. I'll be there in ten ok? We need to talk bad." She whispered.
I nodded. "Ok. I'll be there."
She walked past me and her fingers brushed the palm of my hand lightly. "Good."
~*~
I fumbled in the dark for a light switch as I gagged from the fumes of an unknown chemical in the small room. It wasn't exactly a storeroom, more like a closet and instead of holding brooms and mops; it held acids and broken beakers. I bit my cheek nervously, trying to subside my nervous shaking.
The door opened a little and a curved female figure stepped into the space in front of me.
"Adam?" Josie's voice whispered quietly.
I squinted my eyes in the darkness of the room in hopes of seeing even the profile of her face. "Yeah I'm here."
I felt her arm reach up over my shoulder and a dim light flooded the room. I looked up and saw her holding onto a little string on the light. "There." She murmured. "Now I can see you."
I smiled as I looked down at her. The space was barely large enough for me, so with her, it was a tight squeeze, not that I minded much. "You look better than you did last night."
She nodded and looked away from me, which I must say was difficult because you couldn't look anywhere else. "Not one of my shining moments." She sighed and looked up at me. "I hope I didn't say anything to offend you or anything. When I'm drunk I usually begin spilling out everything." She blushed. "That and snore."
I shook my head. "Nothing embarrassing and no snoring. Although you did admit that you thought I was cute."
"I tell everyone that." She said trying to brush it off.
I licked my lips and nodded. "Where did you get the beer?"
She rolled her eyes. "Old friends. They helped me pack and they labeled this big box 'porcelain dolls'." She scoffed. "I don't even own dolls. I open it up and it's filled with single beer bottles wrapped in newspaper and a note reading 'Just in case'."
I blinked. "How often do you do things like that?"
She shrugged. "Not very. That was the first time since the night of Peter's funeral."
"Oh." I bit my lip. "Is this what you wanted to talk about?"
She shook her head. "No."
"Then what is it?"
She looked up at me with her big hazel eyes. "Remember when I first came here I told you I was going to do anything to get out of here?"
I nodded nervously.
She scoffed. "It's your fault that I don't want to anymore."
I smiled and encircled her in my arms, pulling her close as she bowed her head into my chest, letting me put my chin on the crown of her head. "I do have one question though." I said breaking the silence of the moment.
I felt her arms relax a little around me. "What would that be?"
I frowned. "What exactly are we?" I blinked nervously. "Like are we friends or more. . ."
She shook her head. "I don't want to answer that." She stated sternly giving me a squeeze and pulling away. "Because if I say what you want me to say, it will hurt even more when I leave."
I grabbed her hand quickly. "You aren't leaving." I whispered. "I'm going to make sure you don't."
She bit her lip and handed me a little piece of paper. "That's my cell number. Let it ring three times and then hang up if we need to talk. We'll meet in the JV locker room because all you guys are on scholarship and wouldn't rat us out to my dad."
I frowned. "Why hang up?"
"It'll show up on the bill if I answer and my dad will know it's you who is calling me." She smiled as she reached for the door knob. "Later Adam."
I frowned and grabbed her shoulder. "My jacket."
She blinked and pouted. "Do you mind if I keep it for a while?"
I nodded as she turned out the light and stepped out of the room leaving me in the dark unable to leave with her, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
~*~
I walked to the dining hall in a daze. I wasn't quite sure exactly what I was doing. I passed people with faces I didn't recognize, and yet they pointed and whispered. I could hear voices but no words. Hushed tones surrounded me.
As I sat down for lunch, most of my team looked at me as if I were an escaped mental patient; afraid to say something without setting me off into a psychotic rage, even though I felt numb after what happened in the storeroom. I think I inhaled too many fumes. I blinked uneasily at them all. "What?"
I noticed Julie and Connie avert their eyes from me nervously. Dwayne eyed me as if I were scum and the Bash Brothers had a look of disbelief on their faces. I looked over at Charlie for answers but he looked down at his lunch guiltily.
"What!"
Kenny pushed a folded newspaper over to me and bit his lip.
I grabbed the paper off the table and looked at the head lines. I cocked an eyebrow. "I already know we won over the Bears 3-2."
Luis grabbed the paper from my hands and flipped to the center of the paper and pointed at one of the articles.
I began to read aloud. "99 AND COUNTING; by Gina the Gossip Ghost. Adam Banks, number 99, the star of the Junior Varsity hockey team, probably one of the most wanted guys in the corridors of Eden Halls, isn't who he seems." I blinked nervously as I looked around the table. I took a deep breath and continued when no one met my eyes. "Most would see him as the straight-A, hockey jock that all the scouts are after. However this reporter has seen him as what he truly is: a player. Watch out for him girls. Not only does he have a steady girlfriend, who has asked to remain anonymous, but also a few extras on the side. But get this, he is also the proud father-to-be of a new bouncing baby boy or girl due in early September of 2004. One could wonder how many girls' lives he will ruin."
I stopped. "You guys actually believe that!" I looked around the table in awe.
Averman looked down. "Josie was pretty sick last night."
My jaw dropped. "She was drunk!" I got up from the table. "What you believe some reporter who doesn't even reveal her name and goes under the alias of what?" I grabbed the paper and tossed it across the table. "Gina the Gossip Ghost! I've been on your team since pee-wees or Team USA and you believe someone else!"
Connie looked over at me embarrassed. "So none of it's true?"
I shook my head violently. "I don't have a steady girlfriend, and I don't have girls on the side and I'm not a father to be."
Dwayne got up and put his hand on my shoulder. "Sorry partner. It's just you've been actin' all strange lately."
I shrugged. "You made a mistake. I can't do anything but forget it."
I felt a tiny tap on my shoulder and someone clearing their throat behind me. I turned around to face Erica standing their wearing a smirk.
I rolled my eyes. "What do you want?"
She shrugged and smoothed her skirt. "Nothing. I just wanted to thank you for getting rid of my roommate. She was so depressing."
"You little. . ."
She clucked her tongue at me. "You wouldn't want to do that Mr. Banks. You never know where our little Gossip Ghost is hiding. Besides, there are teachers everywhere and witnesses." She fluttered her eyelashes at me. "We wouldn't want to get the Dean involved in a little verbal abuse problem, now would we?"
I scowled at her angrily.
"But then again, he may want to speak about that little rumor about a pregnant girl in Eden Hall anyways. We all know that teen pregnancy would ruin the reputation of the school." Erica said giggling by the end. "Actually I best be going, because here he comes." She sauntered towards the cheerleader table waving her fingers at me.
"Mr. Banks," Stated a large booming voice behind me. "I think it's time we had a little chat."
I looked over my shoulder nervously at Dean Buckley who wore a disapproving glare.
"Come along Mr. Banks."
My eyes widened as I stood frozen to my spot. "B-b-but. . ."
He looked down upon me sternly. "My office, Mr. Banks."
"Dean Buckley, you don't understand!" I finally got out without stumbling over my words.
He gave me a little push knocking me into walking ahead of him. "Come along Mr. Banks." He repeated.
I sighed as I walked out of the dining hall.
"DEAD MAN WALKING!"
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I licked my lips nervously as I sat in one of the chairs set up in Dean Buckley's spacious office that reminded me of the one my father had at home.
He sat on his desk instead of on the chair behind him and frowned. "Mr. Banks. . ."
"Adam." I replied. "Mr. Banks is my dad."
He hesitated before he continued. "Adam, you are the star player of Eden Hall's Junior Varsity hockey team; you are on scholarship; you are being watched very closely by scouts not only in sports but in academics." Dean Buckley said reading my transcript that sat on his lap.
I frowned. "Dean Buckley, first of all, I am not the 'star' of the team. A team is a group of people that work together by complimenting each other's strengths and making up for each other's weaknesses." I took a beat. "And I believe that going over my transcripts are not what we are here for, am I correct?"
Dean Buckley pursed his lips and sat my transcripts down on the desk. "Adam, you may not realize it, but you have a spotlight on you. If someone sees something wrong with you, in academics or sports, they think that something is wrong with Eden Hall. Do you understand?"
I nodded carefully. "Yes, but why me?"
He shook his head. "Unimportant." He stated reaching behind him and grabbing some papers. "The important thing is that if someone, like a parent, or an administrator sees something wrong with you, they connect it with a weakness in the school." He handed me the papers he held. "Now, this article in the underground newspaper, is it true?"
I blinked. "What does this have to do with Eden Hall? This is a rumor about me."
He nodded and got up off the desk and began to pace the room. "We, at Eden Hall, have good morals, good social standings. If someone felt that their child was in danger, they would take their child out of that situation." He looked over at me. "Now, because it is that a girl is rumored to be pregnant by your actions, I would hope you would see it as your responsibility, nee, your duty, to either bring it to my attention, or dispose of it before it got out to the public."
I frowned. "I don't quite understand."
"To put this simply," He said kneeling in front of me. "If parents of daughters are afraid to put their daughter in Eden Hall because of pregnancy, they won't enroll them. If they don't enroll them, we have no funding. If we have no funding, extra-curricular activities go down the tubes and next thing you know, no more Eden Hall." His eyes locked with mine. "So, what I'm saying is that you tell me who this girl is before you either a) ruin Eden Hall's reputation, b) ruin our funding or c) both."
I shook my head. "It isn't true. Everything it's false. There was no girl."
Dean Buckley was stone-faced. "I didn't ask that. I asked; who is the girl?"
"But there is no girl. Someone obviously doesn't like me and is trying to ruin my family's reputation, not the reputation of the school."
He smiled a little. "Adam, I know you want this to go away. Most rumors are based on a tiny fraction of truth. Now, if you tell me the girl who you have been hanging around with or dating or, I don't care, I can be sure of it that this will never come up again."
"There is no girl!"
"I can find out other ways! Teachers! Friends! I would rather hear it from you Adam! That's why I came to you first!"
I rubbed my forehead. "Dean Buckley, this isn't going anywhere. Even if there was I girl I wouldn't tell you because it has already been taken care of."
"So there has to be a girl if it has been taken care of." He smirked slyly. "Now Adam, all I want is a name."
I stood up pushing the heavy chair back about a foot. "I believe we are finished here. I have nothing else to say, and I seem to know the rest of your questions."
He nodded carefully. "I'll be speaking with you later Adam."
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A/N: Ok probably not one of my better chapters, but its filler. I know in D3 Dean Buckley is actually a nice guy, and he's out of character, but I figured that he *is* a principal and has to look out for the well being of his students and he *is* part of private school system so he also has to look out for funding and such and a little scandal like that could ruin everything so that is my explanation for that. Please don't hate me for writing him out of character! I needed a pissed off administrator! Anywho! My random Shout-outs!
Tara- I'm glad you think that responsible Adam = sexy Adam! I definitely wouldn't mind him looking after me while I was drunk or sick or whatever. I'm glad you thought it was completely in his character to say away from getting drunk! That's what I thought. I considered making him get drunk, to like rebel against his parents and expectations, but I thought it would be better to go that way. Besides it would kind of be hard to tell the story from a drunken guy's POV. NO! Josie did not throw up because of Averman. I personally think Averman is a sweetie, but I probably wouldn't kiss him. About the eloping, I think you have to be 18 to elope. Whatever. OH! Adam is in my backyard because it's like winter here and he's playing in the snow! *Adam runs from outside to author's computer* Adam: "I like it here! Canada! I'll visit Australia soon, but I want to make sure Katie (the author) doesn't make anyone else slap me." *Adam runs upstairs to make hot chocolate* I hope that we hit the 100 review mark! It would be super cool so that is YOUR queue to start reviewing!
Rachel- I'm glad you wouldn't flame. However sometimes they are helpful. I remember when I did my Pirates of the Caribbean Story someone flamed me really bad and I stopped. I like constructive criticism. It helps! I'm glad you though drunk Josie was fun (* the author does not promote drug and alcohol use it was used for comedy purposes and to help in the plot. Don't drink, don't use. It isn't cool. Besides, what fun is it when you can't remember what you did? *) Sorry about that I thought I should say that. My story rocks your world? Well your reviews rock mine! Thanks!!
Beaner- Thanks! It was a fun chapter to write, although hard to start. I had a completely different beginning. I was going to have Adam getting benched because Dr. Best called in after the dinner party and stuff, but it sounded lame and Adam sounded like a whiny brat. *Adam runs up from behind author and gives her a squeeze* Adam: "Thanks for not making me sound like a whiny brat. I like being down to earth and straight laced!" *Adam sits down beside author and grins* No I don't write from experience, although I have *cough cough* drank before but never to the extent of Josie. No I write from watching my friends. No Adam isn't off the hook with Will, *Adam cowers in fear* but I promised Adam that he can help write that chapter, so don't worry too much. Don't worry about the article, it's in the story! I hope it sounded ok. It was underground newspaper (FYI: a newspaper without teacher supervision.) so that's why something about a student was printed. Thanks again! You kick ass!
~Toodles!