"Shit!" I cursed grabbing my hand in pain. Blood flowed freely through my
fingers and began to make little pools on the wood floor as I dropped the
now bloody piece of glass to the floor.
Fulton looked over at me as squeezed my hand trying to make it stop bleeding. His face paled a little and covered his eyes. "Oh God." He muttered.
Kenny frowned as he got up to grab a towel. "You ok?" he asked us both.
I nodded, but Fulton shook his head nervously. "I hate blood. I hate it."
I smirked. "You're a Bash Brother. You're blood-thirsty!"
Fulton shook his head again. "No, Portman is. I can deal with hitting people and stuff, but blood. . ." he trailed off and grimaced.
Kenny came back with a towel and handed it to me. "Wrap it around and squeeze tight. It should make it stop."
Portman eyed Fulton who was teetering on the balls of his feet, trying to lean down and grab more broken glass. "So are you going to tell us what really happened or do you just want to break something else?" He asked me but kept his eyes locked on Fulton. "Because you know, I get the whole breaking, violence stuff."
I shrugged. "Argument again."
He frowned as he gathered glass into a little pile in front of him. "Yeah, but it's usually about someone, other than yourselves. First time it was Fulton, second time it was her father this time it was . . .?"
I sighed. "Mendoza and possibly Charlie, but more as in his actions, mainly his prank." I said motioning to the box of condoms in the corner of the room that hadn't been touched. "Which by the way, I'm going to kill him for."
A loud 'thunk' interrupted our conversation. Everyone looked over at Fulton who has fainted dead away. Kenny shook his head as he grabbed a pillow from Averman's bed and put it beneath Fulton's head. "Who would have thought? One of the biggest guys on the team faints at the sight of blood."
"I think we ought to keep that between ourselves." Portman announced glancing over at his roommate for a fraction of a second and swept up the glass in front of him. "The Ducks would be pulling fake blood pranks left and right."
I nodded and took the towel off of my hand and looked down at the cut. It wasn't too deep, not enough to need stitches or anything, but large enough to bleed a lot and man did it hurt like hell. I got up and stepped over Fulton's torso and padded my way to the washroom to clean up the cut.
"So what did Luis do?" I heard Kenny ask. Ken never really asked a lot of questions. He was the type of guy to sit back and let everyone else ask the obvious questions and ask the questions that no one ever thought about. He was kind of like that on the ice too. He didn't show off to the crowd like Portman and Charlie did, but when it came for his time to shine, he became one of the best.
"Josie and him are going to the dance together tonight, even after she said she wouldn't go to one and told me she wouldn't go out with any guy like him."
"She also said she wouldn't go out with the likes of you either. Now your Eden Hall's hottest almost couple." Portman interjected.
I blinked and looked around the corner. "Where did that come from?"
Portman frowned. "I think I should lay off the cheerleaders for a while."
I nodded. "Yeah, you should."
"So what are you going to do?" Portman said after a beat as he got up and dumped a pile of glass into the garbage bin; the glass making a jingling noise as it hit the bottom.
I shrugged.
"Well it's obvious." Ken said suddenly. "Josie is trying to make Adam jealous by going out with Luis. Like who would make the sucker bet of being someone's date over whether or not you could teach Mendoza how to stop consistently? And obviously," He motioned to the mess of glass that still flooded the floor, "it's working. So, he needs to counter it." He smirked. "Ask a girl to the dance who you know would drive her nuts to see you with; basically the anti-her."
Portman and I blinked completely amazed. "How did you come up with that?" Portman asked shaking his head.
Kenny shrugged. "Movie fanatic. Lately I've been watching teen flicks."
"You do realize that in movies this plan usually backfires?" I said concerned. "You know, the guy gets caught red-handed and looses the girl."
Kenny rolled his eyes. "Yeah, but this isn't the movies is it? (*giggles*) Besides, even in movies the boy sees the error of his ways and the girl eventually takes him back. Either way it's win-win."
"Yeah but Josie is definitely not like a girl in a movie. I'm sure." I said grabbing some gauss from the top shelf.
Portman made a face as if he were considering the plan. "It could work. It's like using her own tool against her." He blinked. "Like at the Goodwill games, Bombay called for the Flying V and Iceland did exactly the same thing, it was like the Anti-V."
I blinked nervously. "Yeah, but hockey isn't like life." I replied quoting Josie as I sat down on the hardwood floor beside passed out Fulton gingerly wrapping my hand with gauss.
"But we aren't comparing hockey to life." Kenny smirked. He must've been in the halls when Josie told me that. "We are borrowing strategy. In a war, you have to have a strategy or you're going to be beaten."
"When did our Ken become such an evil genius?" Portman asked cocking an eyebrow and shaking Fulton a little, trying to make him wake.
Ken smiled. "Goodwill Games. You guys were a bad influence"
I rolled my eyes and smirked. "Ok, so where do we start?"
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I nervously walked into the dining hall, looking around at the people hanging around before dinner was served. Some people would do homework in here, avoiding their noisy or messy roommates. I saw one girl at the JV Cheerleading table looking down at sheets and sheets of graphs, photos and timer. Her name was Charlotte. She was fairly good looking, witty as hell, and a complete goody-two shoes. She even had her slogan for her Senior Class President campaign figured out. Not to mention a cheerleader. I groaned and I walked toward the table.
I could almost hear Kenny telling me what to do. "First step: Find a girl who is dateless and the complete opposite to Josie. So basically someone girly and has school spirit, preferably a cheerleader."
I sat down beside Charlotte and looked over her shoulder. She was working out the finer details of a new routine for the cheerleaders. I bit my lip nervously. This wasn't going to work. I could tell. This was a completely futile plan. "Hey Charlotte."
She looked up at me quickly and looked down at her work again. "You're a hockey player right? Which one are you again?"
I blinked shaking my head. This was so NOT going to work. "Adam Banks."
She looked up at me and scoffed. "Oh yeah. Teen daddy. I almost forgot about that."
I rolled my eyes. Key word there: almost. "Yeah, but it isn't true."
She nodded. "Yeah I know. Gina the Gossip Ghost is a real bitch. She wrote that the Varsity Cheerleaders are all sluts because one of them hooked up with one of you guys." She looked up at the ceiling trying to get the name. "Lou or something. You know the Latin guy."
I frowned. "Luis." How I loathed him. He could get any girl, including a Varsity Cheerleader but he had to go for the one girl in this school I considered a good match for me.
She nodded and went back to work. "Yeah him. Well, it was completely untrue. My sister is a Varsity Cheerleader and she's still a virgin, even after going out with Riley who is really a he-whore, but you didn't hear that from me."
I nodded. "Yeah. Well I was wondering whether you were going to the Snowflake dance tonight."
She shook her head. "No."
I took a deep breath. "Do you want to?"
She looked up at me and scoffed. "I only go out with older guys."
I leaned back in my chair and frowned. "I knew it wouldn't work." I scolded myself.
"What wouldn't work?"
I looked over at her in a panic. "Nothing." Did I actually say that ALOUD!
She blinked. "Ok, you tell me what wouldn't work and I'll consider going to the dance with you. Tell me the complete truth."
I sighed. What the hell. I tried being sneaky. Would being truthful hurt? "Ok, well there is this girl I like, and she is going to the dance with one of the guys on the hockey team, even though she said she wouldn't go out with a guy like him if her life depended on it and I figured that if she saw me going with a girl who is the complete opposite to her, she would get jealous and you know. . ."
She frowned. "Do you watch Dawson's Creek?"
My head snapped to look at her. "No, and why is that important to my situation?"
She shrugged and looked down at her notes. "Oh, it just happened once on the show. Jen was going to the fair with this jock guy after she broke up with Dawson, who still liked her. Well Dawson consulted a girl in one of his classes to help him get her back."
I frowned. Ok that was weird how my life was mimicking a teenage drama. "Oh. What happened?"
"Blew up in his face. They didn't end up together. Actually I watched the like last episode, Jen dies and Dawson doesn't even get Joey. She ended up with Pacey. Like ewww! Like what an upset! Stupid Pacey. I hated him."
"Oh. Well that's encouraging." I said covering my face.
"Actually the captain of your team looks like Pacey. Don't you think?"
I looked over at her. "You think Charlie looks like Pacey? Oh please."
"Ok. Pick me up at eight. I'm room 115 in the Junior Girl's Dorm."
My jaw dropped. "You mean you'll go with me after all that?"
She nodded. "That show was one of my favorites! Why wouldn't I want to be part of the real life version of it?" She said picking up her papers and shoving them into her bag.
I blinked again. "Where are you going? Shouldn't we make like, I don't know, preparations?"
She shook her head. "No, just wear black. You'll be fine." She said getting up fro her chair and smiling. "And good luck, just in case I forget to tell you at the dance."
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A/N: *smiles and giggles* Ok that was SO fun! I like making funny references! Oh and the reference to Dawson's Creek, I honestly LIKED Pacey! I didn't like Dawson. He was too whiny in my opinion, not that I watched that often. The only reason why I actually knew of that one show and the ending episode was because I was really sick last year and I wasn't allowed to get up, so I was stuck in front of the TV and a Dawson's Creek marathon was on the entire week. But I was also like delusional. For some reason I kept telling my mom that I didn't want to go shopping. *looks around* It was weird. Anywho. I hope you like this chapter! SHOUT OUTS!
Rachel- I didn't know you where Queen of Cake-eaters! Oh, I'm stupid! You thought that the last chapter was the best ever? My personal favorite was the one before that (THE KISS) or Chapter 14. I though Adam battling the fact he was influenced by his father would be a nice touch and yes I think Adam does need to talk about his feelings. He so secretive. So mysterious. So brooding. So HOT!!! LOL. Thankies for the compliment!
Shelbers- Thanks for your opinion on my lyrics crisis. I'm still deciding what exactly is going to happen at the dance but until then, your opinion helped out during the process. However I STILL NEED TO KNOW WHETHER OR NOT I SHOULD INCLUDE LYRICS TO A SONG! *coughs dramatically* Anywho thanks so much!
Erica- You read my ENTIRE STORY last weekend? Holy! That's amazing! Yes, I like to have at least one chapter up like every other day. It bugs me if I don't write, and this is a major outlet for my stress. It's how I say normal and don't have an outburst like Adam have last chapter: ). The reason why Josie is a figure skater is because I was a figure skater. This season, just like Josie, but because it hurt. I have like problems with my feet because of skating and it was hurting really bad to keep skating the way I was, so I had to. But it's all good. I found writing and I like it even better! I like my imagination too even though I let it run wild sometimes. (If you want an example, read my arguments!) Thanks so much and keep reviewing!
Tara- Ok, yeah, I get that Josie totally overreacted to Adam and the condom thing. But think of it this way, you're a girl who was just accused by your father, and your school that you were pregnant and in reality, you are a virgin then some hockey player, who was just accused of being a major user when it came to girls has condoms in his drawers. If I were her, I wouldn't know what to think. Yay! You picked them up! Adam would come to the computer, but he's sleeping right now. My Granny was feeding him and then we took him out shopping. Poor him. But he says hi, and also says to tell Luis that Josie is NOT loco, and that he's a jerk for taking her to the dance even though he knew he liked her. He also says hi to Portman. No problem about sending them two.
Beaner- Yeah Adam was really mean to Guy, however, Guy called him a ass- kissing pretentious brat, so. . . I think they were mean to each other. Speaking of Guy, WHATDID YOU DO TO HIM! Did you forget to pick him up at the airport? I sent the poor boy in a wooden crate! Please let him out! He's probably starving and scared to death! When you get to him he'll probably be a twitching wreck! It's labeled To: Beaner! Go pick him up please? *coughs nervously and continues* Yup Adam is dealing with being like his father. No worries though ok? Not yet at least ok? Omigod! I AM psychic! I named the evil girl Erica like the girl who made your life hell, AND I named Adam's brother after your brother? Ok, I'm scared. *yells of Adam to come hold her* *Adam runs down the stairs and gives her a big hug* Do! Do! Do! Do! It's the Twilight Zone man!
Thankies all! REVIEW!
~Toodles!
Fulton looked over at me as squeezed my hand trying to make it stop bleeding. His face paled a little and covered his eyes. "Oh God." He muttered.
Kenny frowned as he got up to grab a towel. "You ok?" he asked us both.
I nodded, but Fulton shook his head nervously. "I hate blood. I hate it."
I smirked. "You're a Bash Brother. You're blood-thirsty!"
Fulton shook his head again. "No, Portman is. I can deal with hitting people and stuff, but blood. . ." he trailed off and grimaced.
Kenny came back with a towel and handed it to me. "Wrap it around and squeeze tight. It should make it stop."
Portman eyed Fulton who was teetering on the balls of his feet, trying to lean down and grab more broken glass. "So are you going to tell us what really happened or do you just want to break something else?" He asked me but kept his eyes locked on Fulton. "Because you know, I get the whole breaking, violence stuff."
I shrugged. "Argument again."
He frowned as he gathered glass into a little pile in front of him. "Yeah, but it's usually about someone, other than yourselves. First time it was Fulton, second time it was her father this time it was . . .?"
I sighed. "Mendoza and possibly Charlie, but more as in his actions, mainly his prank." I said motioning to the box of condoms in the corner of the room that hadn't been touched. "Which by the way, I'm going to kill him for."
A loud 'thunk' interrupted our conversation. Everyone looked over at Fulton who has fainted dead away. Kenny shook his head as he grabbed a pillow from Averman's bed and put it beneath Fulton's head. "Who would have thought? One of the biggest guys on the team faints at the sight of blood."
"I think we ought to keep that between ourselves." Portman announced glancing over at his roommate for a fraction of a second and swept up the glass in front of him. "The Ducks would be pulling fake blood pranks left and right."
I nodded and took the towel off of my hand and looked down at the cut. It wasn't too deep, not enough to need stitches or anything, but large enough to bleed a lot and man did it hurt like hell. I got up and stepped over Fulton's torso and padded my way to the washroom to clean up the cut.
"So what did Luis do?" I heard Kenny ask. Ken never really asked a lot of questions. He was the type of guy to sit back and let everyone else ask the obvious questions and ask the questions that no one ever thought about. He was kind of like that on the ice too. He didn't show off to the crowd like Portman and Charlie did, but when it came for his time to shine, he became one of the best.
"Josie and him are going to the dance together tonight, even after she said she wouldn't go to one and told me she wouldn't go out with any guy like him."
"She also said she wouldn't go out with the likes of you either. Now your Eden Hall's hottest almost couple." Portman interjected.
I blinked and looked around the corner. "Where did that come from?"
Portman frowned. "I think I should lay off the cheerleaders for a while."
I nodded. "Yeah, you should."
"So what are you going to do?" Portman said after a beat as he got up and dumped a pile of glass into the garbage bin; the glass making a jingling noise as it hit the bottom.
I shrugged.
"Well it's obvious." Ken said suddenly. "Josie is trying to make Adam jealous by going out with Luis. Like who would make the sucker bet of being someone's date over whether or not you could teach Mendoza how to stop consistently? And obviously," He motioned to the mess of glass that still flooded the floor, "it's working. So, he needs to counter it." He smirked. "Ask a girl to the dance who you know would drive her nuts to see you with; basically the anti-her."
Portman and I blinked completely amazed. "How did you come up with that?" Portman asked shaking his head.
Kenny shrugged. "Movie fanatic. Lately I've been watching teen flicks."
"You do realize that in movies this plan usually backfires?" I said concerned. "You know, the guy gets caught red-handed and looses the girl."
Kenny rolled his eyes. "Yeah, but this isn't the movies is it? (*giggles*) Besides, even in movies the boy sees the error of his ways and the girl eventually takes him back. Either way it's win-win."
"Yeah but Josie is definitely not like a girl in a movie. I'm sure." I said grabbing some gauss from the top shelf.
Portman made a face as if he were considering the plan. "It could work. It's like using her own tool against her." He blinked. "Like at the Goodwill games, Bombay called for the Flying V and Iceland did exactly the same thing, it was like the Anti-V."
I blinked nervously. "Yeah, but hockey isn't like life." I replied quoting Josie as I sat down on the hardwood floor beside passed out Fulton gingerly wrapping my hand with gauss.
"But we aren't comparing hockey to life." Kenny smirked. He must've been in the halls when Josie told me that. "We are borrowing strategy. In a war, you have to have a strategy or you're going to be beaten."
"When did our Ken become such an evil genius?" Portman asked cocking an eyebrow and shaking Fulton a little, trying to make him wake.
Ken smiled. "Goodwill Games. You guys were a bad influence"
I rolled my eyes and smirked. "Ok, so where do we start?"
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I nervously walked into the dining hall, looking around at the people hanging around before dinner was served. Some people would do homework in here, avoiding their noisy or messy roommates. I saw one girl at the JV Cheerleading table looking down at sheets and sheets of graphs, photos and timer. Her name was Charlotte. She was fairly good looking, witty as hell, and a complete goody-two shoes. She even had her slogan for her Senior Class President campaign figured out. Not to mention a cheerleader. I groaned and I walked toward the table.
I could almost hear Kenny telling me what to do. "First step: Find a girl who is dateless and the complete opposite to Josie. So basically someone girly and has school spirit, preferably a cheerleader."
I sat down beside Charlotte and looked over her shoulder. She was working out the finer details of a new routine for the cheerleaders. I bit my lip nervously. This wasn't going to work. I could tell. This was a completely futile plan. "Hey Charlotte."
She looked up at me quickly and looked down at her work again. "You're a hockey player right? Which one are you again?"
I blinked shaking my head. This was so NOT going to work. "Adam Banks."
She looked up at me and scoffed. "Oh yeah. Teen daddy. I almost forgot about that."
I rolled my eyes. Key word there: almost. "Yeah, but it isn't true."
She nodded. "Yeah I know. Gina the Gossip Ghost is a real bitch. She wrote that the Varsity Cheerleaders are all sluts because one of them hooked up with one of you guys." She looked up at the ceiling trying to get the name. "Lou or something. You know the Latin guy."
I frowned. "Luis." How I loathed him. He could get any girl, including a Varsity Cheerleader but he had to go for the one girl in this school I considered a good match for me.
She nodded and went back to work. "Yeah him. Well, it was completely untrue. My sister is a Varsity Cheerleader and she's still a virgin, even after going out with Riley who is really a he-whore, but you didn't hear that from me."
I nodded. "Yeah. Well I was wondering whether you were going to the Snowflake dance tonight."
She shook her head. "No."
I took a deep breath. "Do you want to?"
She looked up at me and scoffed. "I only go out with older guys."
I leaned back in my chair and frowned. "I knew it wouldn't work." I scolded myself.
"What wouldn't work?"
I looked over at her in a panic. "Nothing." Did I actually say that ALOUD!
She blinked. "Ok, you tell me what wouldn't work and I'll consider going to the dance with you. Tell me the complete truth."
I sighed. What the hell. I tried being sneaky. Would being truthful hurt? "Ok, well there is this girl I like, and she is going to the dance with one of the guys on the hockey team, even though she said she wouldn't go out with a guy like him if her life depended on it and I figured that if she saw me going with a girl who is the complete opposite to her, she would get jealous and you know. . ."
She frowned. "Do you watch Dawson's Creek?"
My head snapped to look at her. "No, and why is that important to my situation?"
She shrugged and looked down at her notes. "Oh, it just happened once on the show. Jen was going to the fair with this jock guy after she broke up with Dawson, who still liked her. Well Dawson consulted a girl in one of his classes to help him get her back."
I frowned. Ok that was weird how my life was mimicking a teenage drama. "Oh. What happened?"
"Blew up in his face. They didn't end up together. Actually I watched the like last episode, Jen dies and Dawson doesn't even get Joey. She ended up with Pacey. Like ewww! Like what an upset! Stupid Pacey. I hated him."
"Oh. Well that's encouraging." I said covering my face.
"Actually the captain of your team looks like Pacey. Don't you think?"
I looked over at her. "You think Charlie looks like Pacey? Oh please."
"Ok. Pick me up at eight. I'm room 115 in the Junior Girl's Dorm."
My jaw dropped. "You mean you'll go with me after all that?"
She nodded. "That show was one of my favorites! Why wouldn't I want to be part of the real life version of it?" She said picking up her papers and shoving them into her bag.
I blinked again. "Where are you going? Shouldn't we make like, I don't know, preparations?"
She shook her head. "No, just wear black. You'll be fine." She said getting up fro her chair and smiling. "And good luck, just in case I forget to tell you at the dance."
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A/N: *smiles and giggles* Ok that was SO fun! I like making funny references! Oh and the reference to Dawson's Creek, I honestly LIKED Pacey! I didn't like Dawson. He was too whiny in my opinion, not that I watched that often. The only reason why I actually knew of that one show and the ending episode was because I was really sick last year and I wasn't allowed to get up, so I was stuck in front of the TV and a Dawson's Creek marathon was on the entire week. But I was also like delusional. For some reason I kept telling my mom that I didn't want to go shopping. *looks around* It was weird. Anywho. I hope you like this chapter! SHOUT OUTS!
Rachel- I didn't know you where Queen of Cake-eaters! Oh, I'm stupid! You thought that the last chapter was the best ever? My personal favorite was the one before that (THE KISS) or Chapter 14. I though Adam battling the fact he was influenced by his father would be a nice touch and yes I think Adam does need to talk about his feelings. He so secretive. So mysterious. So brooding. So HOT!!! LOL. Thankies for the compliment!
Shelbers- Thanks for your opinion on my lyrics crisis. I'm still deciding what exactly is going to happen at the dance but until then, your opinion helped out during the process. However I STILL NEED TO KNOW WHETHER OR NOT I SHOULD INCLUDE LYRICS TO A SONG! *coughs dramatically* Anywho thanks so much!
Erica- You read my ENTIRE STORY last weekend? Holy! That's amazing! Yes, I like to have at least one chapter up like every other day. It bugs me if I don't write, and this is a major outlet for my stress. It's how I say normal and don't have an outburst like Adam have last chapter: ). The reason why Josie is a figure skater is because I was a figure skater. This season, just like Josie, but because it hurt. I have like problems with my feet because of skating and it was hurting really bad to keep skating the way I was, so I had to. But it's all good. I found writing and I like it even better! I like my imagination too even though I let it run wild sometimes. (If you want an example, read my arguments!) Thanks so much and keep reviewing!
Tara- Ok, yeah, I get that Josie totally overreacted to Adam and the condom thing. But think of it this way, you're a girl who was just accused by your father, and your school that you were pregnant and in reality, you are a virgin then some hockey player, who was just accused of being a major user when it came to girls has condoms in his drawers. If I were her, I wouldn't know what to think. Yay! You picked them up! Adam would come to the computer, but he's sleeping right now. My Granny was feeding him and then we took him out shopping. Poor him. But he says hi, and also says to tell Luis that Josie is NOT loco, and that he's a jerk for taking her to the dance even though he knew he liked her. He also says hi to Portman. No problem about sending them two.
Beaner- Yeah Adam was really mean to Guy, however, Guy called him a ass- kissing pretentious brat, so. . . I think they were mean to each other. Speaking of Guy, WHATDID YOU DO TO HIM! Did you forget to pick him up at the airport? I sent the poor boy in a wooden crate! Please let him out! He's probably starving and scared to death! When you get to him he'll probably be a twitching wreck! It's labeled To: Beaner! Go pick him up please? *coughs nervously and continues* Yup Adam is dealing with being like his father. No worries though ok? Not yet at least ok? Omigod! I AM psychic! I named the evil girl Erica like the girl who made your life hell, AND I named Adam's brother after your brother? Ok, I'm scared. *yells of Adam to come hold her* *Adam runs down the stairs and gives her a big hug* Do! Do! Do! Do! It's the Twilight Zone man!
Thankies all! REVIEW!
~Toodles!