I blinked, looking up at McGill. I hadn't seen him in a long while. I was
ten when I moved to the Ducks, which was the last I had talked to him, so
that's about six years, but I hadn't seen him since before the Goodwill
Games, or about three years. What surprised me was that he hadn't really
changed.
"Holy fuck Dan! I was talking to my girlfriend." A familiar voice yelled. I hadn't heard that voice in a while either. Ryan Larson quickly came into out view and followed McGill's locked gaze. "Is that Banks?"
Josie looked over at me. "Adam, what's going on?" She whispered her hand slipping out of mine. "Who are they?"
I heaved a sigh and closed my eyes. "Old acquaintances." I explained loosely.
"Are we not supposed to be here?" She asked suspiciously, eying both Larson and McGill, her eyes quickly treading over me.
I opened my eyes quickly. "Go over there and up the hill, wait for me at the bus stop."
She shot a look at me. "I don't think so Adam. I'm not a damsel in distress, even though you may think I am. I'm staying right here."
"Stubborn."
She shrugged. "Only child, I'm used to getting my way and not compromising."
McGill slowly made his way down the ice steps so he was staring me straight in the eyes. "Looky here; Adam Nathaniel Banks and his little cheerleading girlfriend; out on a date. How cute!"
"Cheerleader? Try again." Josie scoffed and rolled her eyes, them quickly settling on me. "Nathanial. . ." she giggled quietly.
I rubbed my temples, half smirking. Josie was the only person who could make me smile while McGill and Larson had decided to close in on us.
"Why are you here anyways? I told you to get out of here when you decided to be a Duck, you scrub." McGill spat as Larson slipped down the steps steadying himself on the truck of a tree halfway down the hill.
Josie cocked an eyebrow. "Ok, confused." She said turning to me. "You chose to be a Duck? I thought that was our school mascot."
I shook my head. "Jose; so not the time. Later ok?"
"Didn't tell your girlfriend hm . . .?" McGill asked taking a few steps to her and smirking eying her carefully and looking over at me. Josie stuck out her tongue making a retching noise, as he past; his eyes flipping towards her instantly. "You have a problem?"
She shook her head. "No, but you do. If I were you I would consider a stronger mouthwash and less aftershave."
Larson snickered at the base of the tree, and was quickly shut up by McGill shooting a look at him. "You sure know how to pick them Banksie-boy." Ryan spat at Josie.
"I always liked her." I shot back at him earning a smile from Josie. "And she does have a point." I replied completely serious.
"So you want a royal ass-kicking." He replied nodding and lacing his fingers together. "Ok, you've convinced me. Ry, take the chick." He said looking over his shoulder quickly at Larson who slipped a little and edged up on Josie.
"Touch me and I promise you won't be able to have children." Josie said eying Larson who looked from McGill to Josie.
McGill frowned. "She's a girl! You've taken bigger enforcers on the ice than her!" He yelled getting frustrated. Larson always did have more of a conscience when it came to picking on people, especially when it came to girls. I remember he was adamant about not picking on the District 5 kids when the 'tomboy' was around. I was respected that about Ryan, but McGill was always a little bit harder to convince when it came to that.
"Dan . . ." He replied rather hesitantly looking over at Josie, his eyes immediately falling to his shoes in shame; I'm not sure if it was because he was considering doing what McGill said, or that he wasn't listening to his friend.
"Now Larson!" McGill shot over his shoulder frowning. "It will be a whole lot easier beating the Ducks without their little 'starlet' tonight; now watch her."
I blinked. "What?"
"Yeah, we're playing against you, the Ducks tonight. Didn't you know that?" Larson asked from a distance.
I shook my head. "No were playing the St. Stephen, White Knights; you're Hawks."
"Jackets Adam; look at the jackets." Josie mutters.
I look at his black coat and see a white cross and a sword embroidered into the material and St. Stephen's was written above that. Oh duh. . .
"We haven't been Hawks for a while Adam." McGill scoffed.
Josie shook her head obviously confused. Too many mascots I suppose. "Ok, this is a territorial guy thing isn't it? Ok, How about we leave, you forget it, and everyone leaves here without any bloodshed."
McGill rolled his eyes. "Ryan, please shut her up."
"Ryan, touch her and I will personally hunt you down." I growled at him menacingly making him immediately back off.
"It's Banksie and a girl, who are you going to listen to; a Duck and a chick or me?" McGill asked, but it seemed more like an ultimatum.
Larson looked completely conflicted. I knew he didn't want to listen to me because I was supposed to be the enemy, in his eyes at least. But if he listened to McGill his best friend, he would be going against everything he believed in. I felt so much sympathy for him. "I. . ." He mumbled out.
He grabbed Josie's wrist loosely and dragged her away. I saw him move to whisper something in her ear, making her relax completely and not fight him as he covered her mouth with his hand gently.
"See Banks." McGill replied cockily. "You still don't belong here because you have no connections here. You lost them a long long time ago and I would have let you go, but I think I ought to kick your ass." He nodded. "You understand."
I bit my lip as I watched Josie and Ryan tip toe up the ice steps quietly leaving my view. What were they doing? "Uh. . . No, not exactly." I said buying myself some time and looking past McGill who stood completely oblivious to what was going on.
"I don't have time to explain it!" He yelped. "You see we have a game tonight and you won't be there. You will be here."
I blinked. "Oh?" Ok, I hadn't heard a noise from Ryan and Josie and I wasn't all the sure I trusted Ryan with my new girlfriend. "Why?"
He smirked. "After I'm done kicking your ass, I'm going to leave you here." He said sadistically. "Your Ducky friends won't even know; not that it matters, we'll beat you with or without you."
"What makes you so sure?"
"I know your weakness Banks." He scoffed. "You're not the only person with a TV, you know. Weak right wrist; couple taps and your out. You're a nothing, Banks."
He took a step to his right and I followed suit, beginning to make a little circle, as if we were sizing each other up a pair of trapped lions, threatening each other, daring each other to make the first move.
"Scared?" He asked smirking. "Afraid you're going to lose?"
The blood of a Hawk began to boil in my veins. I could feel it rise to the surface as he mocked me. "I never loose, especially to you." I spat at him.
He chuckled quietly. "The pee-wee championship was a fluke."
I rolled my eyes. It occurred to me that Riley had said the same thing on the stage during Snow Court awarding. Obviously, it wasn't a fluke if it happened twice against two different teams. "We'll see about that."
He threw the first punch aiming for my cheek, missing it by a tiny amount; almost being able to hear it whiz by my cheek. The second was threw by me, connecting with his stomach, making him bend over however instead of stand there he ran, his head hitting me in the gut throwing me down onto the hard snow, in a loud crunching noise. I tried to push him off but the punch that settled close to the bridge of my nose caught me off guard. I pulled my eyes closed and tried to block whatever I could.
"What the. . ." He yelped in my ear as he rolled off me.
I opened my eyes and saw Josie leaning over him with her boot to his throat, pinning him down. She smiled lightly and reached out her hand to me, helping me to my feet. "Let's go."
I nodded leaving McGill lying in the snow in complete shock. She walked up the ice steps before me and stopped by a tree not too far away with a pair of rollerblades and a bike leaning beside it and knelt down.
I frowned as I followed her and saw Larson smiling with his hands tied behind his back with the bike lock.
"Thanks." She smiled, giving him a quick hug and standing up. "Your friend will probably be a few minutes."
He nodded. "No prob." He looked up at me and his smile was wiped off. "Sorry man, about pee-wees and all. That was really dumb. You still know my number right? Call my house and my mom will give you the number to my dorm. It's good seeing you."
I blinked completely amazed. "Yeah, Ry. I guess I'll see you at the game."
"Course. But just because we're friends again, doesn't mean I'm easing up on you on the ice." He smirked.
I nodded quickly. "I wouldn't expect anything less."
Josie grabbed my hand. "Come on Hawk-boy." She smirked. "Let's get out of here before your little friend gets up."
I rolled my eyes. "Yeah. Later Ry." I waved at him.
He tried to wave back only realizing his hands were behind his back. "Later Banks!" Larson called after me, sitting in the snow.
Josie grabbed my hand and we speed walked out of there. She looked up at me and frowned. "Who would have thought, you a bully."
My eyes snapped down at her as we crossed the street. "What. . . How did you. . ."
"Ryan told me while I was tying him up. Nice guy, a little lost though." She smiled. "So you bullied the Ducks when you were little. I thought you told me you didn't have any secrets."
I shrugged. "It was a 'secret'; more like something I wanted to keep from you until the right time."
She nudged my shoulder. "You know, most serial killers were bullies in elementary school."
"Where do you get this stuff?" I laughed as we began to near the bus stop.
"Internet mostly." She laughed looking at the bus slowly approaching, us about a half block away. I quickly pulled her along, double timing my steps only to be abruptly stopped, by Josie stepping in front of me and kissing me.
"Whoa! Hello." I said pulling away and watching the bus pull off from the station. "And we just . . . missed our bus." I groaned. I wanted to be OUT of Edina ASAP. Stupid town; stupid rich people, stupid trust funds, very gorgeous girl in front of me with all the control she could ever want. "Well, that bus doesn't come back for a half hour."
She grinned widely. "Great. We get to spend time in your hometown . . . didn't catch the name of your hometown, Adam Nathaniel Banks." She giggled. "I love your middle name."
"Well we're in Edina, Joslyn Abigail Best." I scoffed at her. "And it's basically a hoity-toity etiquette loving hell-hole."
"Home sweet home." She sighed. "And I don't mind the Abigail part; just leave the Joslyn part out." "Joslyn."
"Nathaniel."
"Joslyn."
"Nathaniel."
I rolled my eyes. Neither of us we're going to give up on this. "Fine."
She grinned. "Fine, Nathaniel."
"Had to have the last word, didn't you?" I said letting go of her hand and throwing an arm over her shoulder.
She nodded. "So where are we going?"
I shrugged. "I don't know. We're walking. Where do you want to go?"
She smiled. "We could go shopping. I have daddy's platinum and I would love to see you without a collar." She giggled giddily.
"Definite no." I replied quickly. "Anything but that. With you I would end up in leather pants or something."
She shivered. "Gross Adam, like I really wanted the mental picture of you in leather pants."
"Could be worse, you could have the picture of Goldberg in tight leather pants."
"Double gross!" She yelped hitting me in the stomach. "Thanks Adam. As I said before, I don't want the mental picture of you or Goldberg in leather pants!"
"Well Portman . . ."
She grinned. "Portman in leather pants could be hot. Don't you love his jacket? God I could die!" She gushed.
"Oh yes, Portman is just a California Dreamboat." I scoffed.
She frowned. "I thought he was from Chicago."
I rolled my eyes. "He IS from Chicago. It's an expression. Why doesn't anyone understand my expressions?"
"Ohhh!" She said grabbed my hand and leaning against me. "You were being funny in a way no one gets. . ."
I narrowed my eyes at her. "You're the devil."
She shrugged. "And when I go to Catholic School I'm going to raise hell."
I laughed and looked down at my watch. Twenty minutes until the next bus.
"So Adam, tell me about how you became a Duck." Josie started up a new conversation. "Start from when you were a huge jerk, so I don't like you in the beginning."
I rolled my eyes. "Cute." Oh yes, let the fun begin.
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A/N: Ok, the guys have been amazing all week and everyone seemed to be wondering where Fulton was. Fulton: *shakes his head* "You guys have dirty minds! Dirty! All of you! Especially you Portman! I know exactly what you're thinking! After rooming with you I know! *points at himself* I know! Muah ha ha ha *coughs* uh . . . going now. . ." *Fulton tip-toes away past Peter and newly arrived Jesse* Peter: What the hell was up with him?" Jesse: *shrugs* "Five bucks he has a mental breakdown in 24 hours." Peter: "Make it ten and I'm in." *author frowns* Jesse: "I think we shouldn't be talking about betting on our friend's mental stability in front of the girl he slept with." I DID NOT SLEEP WITH HIM! *author gets up and chases Jesse and Peter, girlish screams echo through the house* *Averman, Kenny and Adam walk into the room* Averman: "Hey look it's Katie's story! Let's make changes. Ok, first idea, whenever someone refers to Charlie, including himself, he will be known as Professor Poopy Pants. Secondly, if anyone refers to me, they will call me . . . ok, I'm stuck between almighty powerful leader or Oh Captain my Captain." *Adam and Kenny roll their eyes* Kenny: "Gimme that!" *grabs keyboard* "Charlie or you aren't even MENTIONED in this chapter." Adam: "And secondly, Charlie would kick your ass if he found out you were trying to steal his C and change his name to Professor Poopy Pants." *Peter runs in and kicks Averman in the shins.* Peter: "That's for calling a mutiny on Charlie *runs out* *Averman runs after him* Kenny: "Looks like it's you and me. Finish Katie's shout-outs?" Adam: *nods* "Yeah, I want feedback!"
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Beaner- Adam: "Katie!! Yay! Why is everyone against my color-coded closet? It's neat and tidy and I match! *spins around* Look! I match!" Kenny: Adam, stop it, your scaring me." Adam: "You're neat and no one bugs you. *pouts* I'm not crazy . . . right?" Kenny: *looks away* Ok . . . uh. . . Ok, Katie, her notes say. . . You shouldn't lick Will because if you did you would get warts? What!" Adam: *grabs notes* "It's says, you shouldn't LIKE will because if you did SHE would be WORRIED! Learn to read Wu!" Kenny: "Oh. . . Well, don't lick him either. That would be gross and unusual. *shakes head* Anyways Katie said she was so happy that you liked her idea of the ravine! She was so giddy. We like ran upstairs, grabbed all of us and read the review to us. Three times. And then began squealing . . . and making out with Fulton. . ." Adam: *grabs sheet of paper* "That didn't happen! That's Averman's writing!" Kenny: "Uh. . . She likes wee-Adam term; she began doodling it all over her notes. But then again, she doodles Adam's name all over her notes, along with the name Vincent? *looks over at Adam* who's Vincent?" Adam: *shrugs* "Actually people have been pointing and whispering that name whenever I walk around here. It's creepy. It was like when Charlie was hanging with us, people would whisper 'Joshua'. Anyways that's about it. Thanks for reviewing! Love Katie, Adam, Kenny, Fulton, Peter, Averman, and Jesse in snowy Canada!"
SqUiDsLiLpYrO- Adam: "Hey! Katie is busy beating up Jesse and Peter for betting on Fulton's mentality so we're finishing her Shout-outs. Hope you don't mind! *pouts* they were mean to me. Don't you just want to hug me and make me feel all better?" Kenny: "Adam stop it! You're trying to get more people to like you! You don't have to; this whole freaking story is about you! Fulton was honestly, just tucking in Katie and helping her study French, when we found them, they were all cuddled up with her French books between them. It was pretty funny, especially when we woke up Katie and she freaked out that someone was beside her and screamed right in Fulton's ear, who jumped and rolled off her bed. No worries. They're fine. We're hoping you like this chapter!"
OreoLine00- *Katie wakes in* Oh hey! Thanks guys! Ok, I totally told Jesse off for calling Dale Earnhardt Jr. gay. He would say he's sorry personally, but he's a little tied up at the moment. *screams from other room* Jesse: "No!! Not . . . soap operas! Anything but that! NOOOO!" Josie totally changes a lot. I kind of needed her to change, only so in the end, all of her personalities come together as one. Besides, that's how a lot of how people are. People have different personalities depending on their moods and a lot of other factors and the reason why Peter (the dead one, not Mark) hasn't been mentioned is because believe it or not, Josie is a little preoccupied on things, which is actually a way of moving on, she's falling in love and trying to convince her father to let her stay at Eden Hall and there will be a whole lot more really soon. She kind of doesn't have time to be mourning Peter's death. My opinion on your story title. Hm . . . My opinion, go with something that you think is right. The reason why I picked my title was because I was listening to 'Don't Speak' and this story just sort of came to me. It's just has to feel right. I know I sound so vague, but as soon as you put out the story I'll be sure to read it, I promise! Thanks for the review and the heads up!
Tara- *Fulton skips into the room, tossing flower petals singing* Fulton: "Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do. . . I'm so crazy oh for the love of you!"
Everyone: "AVERMAN!" *Averman drops keyboard and whistles innocently* Fulton:" That's it Averman your ass is grass and I'm the lawn mower!" *Author picks up keyboard and grabs Fulton around the waist and calmly sits him down* Ok Fulton. Look, it's Dean Portman. Your friend. Your fellow Bash Brother. Type, be merry. Don't hurt Averman. Fulton: *groans* "Ok. . . Hey Portman . . . *sighs* I really really really want to hurt Averman right now, I get stuck with writing to you. This sucks. Not that I don't want to talk to you just, I'm itching to hurt him." Ok, glad we got that covered. Fulton: *perks up* "I did not sleep with Katie! Like she's cute and all, but dude, I've only known her since like a few weeks. I tucked her in, sat OVER the covers, and began quizzing her on her French. Oh! I can speak a little know. *clears throat* Je m'appelle Fulton Reed. Je suis seize ans. Mon favourits sport est hockey et mon amis est tout les Canards puissants au Eden Hall." *smiles proudly* I said, My name is Fulton Reed. I am sixteen years old. My favorite sport is hockey and my friends are all the Mighty Ducks of Eden Hall." *author gives him a squeeze* He's getting good too! Watch! Fulton, what are the colors of the Mighty Ducks in French? Fulton: "Uh . . . verte (green), blanc (white) et, violet (purple). (Author squeals) Anyways, I was helping her with French and we fell asleep, perfectly innocent." Anyways, Thanks for the review, I don't really have anything to say about it I enjoyed it . . .? *Peter runs up* Peter: "No, I'm not an enforcer. I would have loved to be, however genetics were against me. I have the heart of a Bash Brother, but not the size.*turns to Katie* I want to meet him! Please? Please?" *Katie pouts* Oh . . . but I want you here. Peter: "How about I go there for two weeks and come back?" *author shrugs* It's up to Tara. Do you want Peter for two weeks? I know he wants to meet Portman really really bad. Do you?
Shelbers: Hey! Ugh! Tell me about it! I hate French. I don't know why I took it! *Fulton agrees* Actually I have a vocabulary quiz tomorrow and I should study that. I'm soooo glad you liked the last chapter. I plan on keeping up the good work and the rest of the Ducks here say Hi! Adam: "Hey Conway!" Jesse: "Spazway! How you liking . . . shit I forgot where he went. . ." Fulton: "Captain Duck!! Hey!" Peter: "Charlie Conway. I didn't even get to see you when you were here." Kenny: "Hi Charlie! Have a nice vacation!" Averman: "Professor Poopy Pants!" *Fulton covers Averman's mouth* Fulton: "His ass is grass now! Later Charlie!" *author shakes head* Thanks for the review and keep reading!
Erica- Hey! I'm glad you liked my twist! *dances* Adam: *taps author on the shoulder* "I think she meant the plot twist, not the dance." Oh. Ok. Glad you liked that too. S'ok you couldn't write more. I had the same problem when I was still skating! Have fun!
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"Holy fuck Dan! I was talking to my girlfriend." A familiar voice yelled. I hadn't heard that voice in a while either. Ryan Larson quickly came into out view and followed McGill's locked gaze. "Is that Banks?"
Josie looked over at me. "Adam, what's going on?" She whispered her hand slipping out of mine. "Who are they?"
I heaved a sigh and closed my eyes. "Old acquaintances." I explained loosely.
"Are we not supposed to be here?" She asked suspiciously, eying both Larson and McGill, her eyes quickly treading over me.
I opened my eyes quickly. "Go over there and up the hill, wait for me at the bus stop."
She shot a look at me. "I don't think so Adam. I'm not a damsel in distress, even though you may think I am. I'm staying right here."
"Stubborn."
She shrugged. "Only child, I'm used to getting my way and not compromising."
McGill slowly made his way down the ice steps so he was staring me straight in the eyes. "Looky here; Adam Nathaniel Banks and his little cheerleading girlfriend; out on a date. How cute!"
"Cheerleader? Try again." Josie scoffed and rolled her eyes, them quickly settling on me. "Nathanial. . ." she giggled quietly.
I rubbed my temples, half smirking. Josie was the only person who could make me smile while McGill and Larson had decided to close in on us.
"Why are you here anyways? I told you to get out of here when you decided to be a Duck, you scrub." McGill spat as Larson slipped down the steps steadying himself on the truck of a tree halfway down the hill.
Josie cocked an eyebrow. "Ok, confused." She said turning to me. "You chose to be a Duck? I thought that was our school mascot."
I shook my head. "Jose; so not the time. Later ok?"
"Didn't tell your girlfriend hm . . .?" McGill asked taking a few steps to her and smirking eying her carefully and looking over at me. Josie stuck out her tongue making a retching noise, as he past; his eyes flipping towards her instantly. "You have a problem?"
She shook her head. "No, but you do. If I were you I would consider a stronger mouthwash and less aftershave."
Larson snickered at the base of the tree, and was quickly shut up by McGill shooting a look at him. "You sure know how to pick them Banksie-boy." Ryan spat at Josie.
"I always liked her." I shot back at him earning a smile from Josie. "And she does have a point." I replied completely serious.
"So you want a royal ass-kicking." He replied nodding and lacing his fingers together. "Ok, you've convinced me. Ry, take the chick." He said looking over his shoulder quickly at Larson who slipped a little and edged up on Josie.
"Touch me and I promise you won't be able to have children." Josie said eying Larson who looked from McGill to Josie.
McGill frowned. "She's a girl! You've taken bigger enforcers on the ice than her!" He yelled getting frustrated. Larson always did have more of a conscience when it came to picking on people, especially when it came to girls. I remember he was adamant about not picking on the District 5 kids when the 'tomboy' was around. I was respected that about Ryan, but McGill was always a little bit harder to convince when it came to that.
"Dan . . ." He replied rather hesitantly looking over at Josie, his eyes immediately falling to his shoes in shame; I'm not sure if it was because he was considering doing what McGill said, or that he wasn't listening to his friend.
"Now Larson!" McGill shot over his shoulder frowning. "It will be a whole lot easier beating the Ducks without their little 'starlet' tonight; now watch her."
I blinked. "What?"
"Yeah, we're playing against you, the Ducks tonight. Didn't you know that?" Larson asked from a distance.
I shook my head. "No were playing the St. Stephen, White Knights; you're Hawks."
"Jackets Adam; look at the jackets." Josie mutters.
I look at his black coat and see a white cross and a sword embroidered into the material and St. Stephen's was written above that. Oh duh. . .
"We haven't been Hawks for a while Adam." McGill scoffed.
Josie shook her head obviously confused. Too many mascots I suppose. "Ok, this is a territorial guy thing isn't it? Ok, How about we leave, you forget it, and everyone leaves here without any bloodshed."
McGill rolled his eyes. "Ryan, please shut her up."
"Ryan, touch her and I will personally hunt you down." I growled at him menacingly making him immediately back off.
"It's Banksie and a girl, who are you going to listen to; a Duck and a chick or me?" McGill asked, but it seemed more like an ultimatum.
Larson looked completely conflicted. I knew he didn't want to listen to me because I was supposed to be the enemy, in his eyes at least. But if he listened to McGill his best friend, he would be going against everything he believed in. I felt so much sympathy for him. "I. . ." He mumbled out.
He grabbed Josie's wrist loosely and dragged her away. I saw him move to whisper something in her ear, making her relax completely and not fight him as he covered her mouth with his hand gently.
"See Banks." McGill replied cockily. "You still don't belong here because you have no connections here. You lost them a long long time ago and I would have let you go, but I think I ought to kick your ass." He nodded. "You understand."
I bit my lip as I watched Josie and Ryan tip toe up the ice steps quietly leaving my view. What were they doing? "Uh. . . No, not exactly." I said buying myself some time and looking past McGill who stood completely oblivious to what was going on.
"I don't have time to explain it!" He yelped. "You see we have a game tonight and you won't be there. You will be here."
I blinked. "Oh?" Ok, I hadn't heard a noise from Ryan and Josie and I wasn't all the sure I trusted Ryan with my new girlfriend. "Why?"
He smirked. "After I'm done kicking your ass, I'm going to leave you here." He said sadistically. "Your Ducky friends won't even know; not that it matters, we'll beat you with or without you."
"What makes you so sure?"
"I know your weakness Banks." He scoffed. "You're not the only person with a TV, you know. Weak right wrist; couple taps and your out. You're a nothing, Banks."
He took a step to his right and I followed suit, beginning to make a little circle, as if we were sizing each other up a pair of trapped lions, threatening each other, daring each other to make the first move.
"Scared?" He asked smirking. "Afraid you're going to lose?"
The blood of a Hawk began to boil in my veins. I could feel it rise to the surface as he mocked me. "I never loose, especially to you." I spat at him.
He chuckled quietly. "The pee-wee championship was a fluke."
I rolled my eyes. It occurred to me that Riley had said the same thing on the stage during Snow Court awarding. Obviously, it wasn't a fluke if it happened twice against two different teams. "We'll see about that."
He threw the first punch aiming for my cheek, missing it by a tiny amount; almost being able to hear it whiz by my cheek. The second was threw by me, connecting with his stomach, making him bend over however instead of stand there he ran, his head hitting me in the gut throwing me down onto the hard snow, in a loud crunching noise. I tried to push him off but the punch that settled close to the bridge of my nose caught me off guard. I pulled my eyes closed and tried to block whatever I could.
"What the. . ." He yelped in my ear as he rolled off me.
I opened my eyes and saw Josie leaning over him with her boot to his throat, pinning him down. She smiled lightly and reached out her hand to me, helping me to my feet. "Let's go."
I nodded leaving McGill lying in the snow in complete shock. She walked up the ice steps before me and stopped by a tree not too far away with a pair of rollerblades and a bike leaning beside it and knelt down.
I frowned as I followed her and saw Larson smiling with his hands tied behind his back with the bike lock.
"Thanks." She smiled, giving him a quick hug and standing up. "Your friend will probably be a few minutes."
He nodded. "No prob." He looked up at me and his smile was wiped off. "Sorry man, about pee-wees and all. That was really dumb. You still know my number right? Call my house and my mom will give you the number to my dorm. It's good seeing you."
I blinked completely amazed. "Yeah, Ry. I guess I'll see you at the game."
"Course. But just because we're friends again, doesn't mean I'm easing up on you on the ice." He smirked.
I nodded quickly. "I wouldn't expect anything less."
Josie grabbed my hand. "Come on Hawk-boy." She smirked. "Let's get out of here before your little friend gets up."
I rolled my eyes. "Yeah. Later Ry." I waved at him.
He tried to wave back only realizing his hands were behind his back. "Later Banks!" Larson called after me, sitting in the snow.
Josie grabbed my hand and we speed walked out of there. She looked up at me and frowned. "Who would have thought, you a bully."
My eyes snapped down at her as we crossed the street. "What. . . How did you. . ."
"Ryan told me while I was tying him up. Nice guy, a little lost though." She smiled. "So you bullied the Ducks when you were little. I thought you told me you didn't have any secrets."
I shrugged. "It was a 'secret'; more like something I wanted to keep from you until the right time."
She nudged my shoulder. "You know, most serial killers were bullies in elementary school."
"Where do you get this stuff?" I laughed as we began to near the bus stop.
"Internet mostly." She laughed looking at the bus slowly approaching, us about a half block away. I quickly pulled her along, double timing my steps only to be abruptly stopped, by Josie stepping in front of me and kissing me.
"Whoa! Hello." I said pulling away and watching the bus pull off from the station. "And we just . . . missed our bus." I groaned. I wanted to be OUT of Edina ASAP. Stupid town; stupid rich people, stupid trust funds, very gorgeous girl in front of me with all the control she could ever want. "Well, that bus doesn't come back for a half hour."
She grinned widely. "Great. We get to spend time in your hometown . . . didn't catch the name of your hometown, Adam Nathaniel Banks." She giggled. "I love your middle name."
"Well we're in Edina, Joslyn Abigail Best." I scoffed at her. "And it's basically a hoity-toity etiquette loving hell-hole."
"Home sweet home." She sighed. "And I don't mind the Abigail part; just leave the Joslyn part out." "Joslyn."
"Nathaniel."
"Joslyn."
"Nathaniel."
I rolled my eyes. Neither of us we're going to give up on this. "Fine."
She grinned. "Fine, Nathaniel."
"Had to have the last word, didn't you?" I said letting go of her hand and throwing an arm over her shoulder.
She nodded. "So where are we going?"
I shrugged. "I don't know. We're walking. Where do you want to go?"
She smiled. "We could go shopping. I have daddy's platinum and I would love to see you without a collar." She giggled giddily.
"Definite no." I replied quickly. "Anything but that. With you I would end up in leather pants or something."
She shivered. "Gross Adam, like I really wanted the mental picture of you in leather pants."
"Could be worse, you could have the picture of Goldberg in tight leather pants."
"Double gross!" She yelped hitting me in the stomach. "Thanks Adam. As I said before, I don't want the mental picture of you or Goldberg in leather pants!"
"Well Portman . . ."
She grinned. "Portman in leather pants could be hot. Don't you love his jacket? God I could die!" She gushed.
"Oh yes, Portman is just a California Dreamboat." I scoffed.
She frowned. "I thought he was from Chicago."
I rolled my eyes. "He IS from Chicago. It's an expression. Why doesn't anyone understand my expressions?"
"Ohhh!" She said grabbed my hand and leaning against me. "You were being funny in a way no one gets. . ."
I narrowed my eyes at her. "You're the devil."
She shrugged. "And when I go to Catholic School I'm going to raise hell."
I laughed and looked down at my watch. Twenty minutes until the next bus.
"So Adam, tell me about how you became a Duck." Josie started up a new conversation. "Start from when you were a huge jerk, so I don't like you in the beginning."
I rolled my eyes. "Cute." Oh yes, let the fun begin.
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A/N: Ok, the guys have been amazing all week and everyone seemed to be wondering where Fulton was. Fulton: *shakes his head* "You guys have dirty minds! Dirty! All of you! Especially you Portman! I know exactly what you're thinking! After rooming with you I know! *points at himself* I know! Muah ha ha ha *coughs* uh . . . going now. . ." *Fulton tip-toes away past Peter and newly arrived Jesse* Peter: What the hell was up with him?" Jesse: *shrugs* "Five bucks he has a mental breakdown in 24 hours." Peter: "Make it ten and I'm in." *author frowns* Jesse: "I think we shouldn't be talking about betting on our friend's mental stability in front of the girl he slept with." I DID NOT SLEEP WITH HIM! *author gets up and chases Jesse and Peter, girlish screams echo through the house* *Averman, Kenny and Adam walk into the room* Averman: "Hey look it's Katie's story! Let's make changes. Ok, first idea, whenever someone refers to Charlie, including himself, he will be known as Professor Poopy Pants. Secondly, if anyone refers to me, they will call me . . . ok, I'm stuck between almighty powerful leader or Oh Captain my Captain." *Adam and Kenny roll their eyes* Kenny: "Gimme that!" *grabs keyboard* "Charlie or you aren't even MENTIONED in this chapter." Adam: "And secondly, Charlie would kick your ass if he found out you were trying to steal his C and change his name to Professor Poopy Pants." *Peter runs in and kicks Averman in the shins.* Peter: "That's for calling a mutiny on Charlie *runs out* *Averman runs after him* Kenny: "Looks like it's you and me. Finish Katie's shout-outs?" Adam: *nods* "Yeah, I want feedback!"
Shout-outs!
Beaner- Adam: "Katie!! Yay! Why is everyone against my color-coded closet? It's neat and tidy and I match! *spins around* Look! I match!" Kenny: Adam, stop it, your scaring me." Adam: "You're neat and no one bugs you. *pouts* I'm not crazy . . . right?" Kenny: *looks away* Ok . . . uh. . . Ok, Katie, her notes say. . . You shouldn't lick Will because if you did you would get warts? What!" Adam: *grabs notes* "It's says, you shouldn't LIKE will because if you did SHE would be WORRIED! Learn to read Wu!" Kenny: "Oh. . . Well, don't lick him either. That would be gross and unusual. *shakes head* Anyways Katie said she was so happy that you liked her idea of the ravine! She was so giddy. We like ran upstairs, grabbed all of us and read the review to us. Three times. And then began squealing . . . and making out with Fulton. . ." Adam: *grabs sheet of paper* "That didn't happen! That's Averman's writing!" Kenny: "Uh. . . She likes wee-Adam term; she began doodling it all over her notes. But then again, she doodles Adam's name all over her notes, along with the name Vincent? *looks over at Adam* who's Vincent?" Adam: *shrugs* "Actually people have been pointing and whispering that name whenever I walk around here. It's creepy. It was like when Charlie was hanging with us, people would whisper 'Joshua'. Anyways that's about it. Thanks for reviewing! Love Katie, Adam, Kenny, Fulton, Peter, Averman, and Jesse in snowy Canada!"
SqUiDsLiLpYrO- Adam: "Hey! Katie is busy beating up Jesse and Peter for betting on Fulton's mentality so we're finishing her Shout-outs. Hope you don't mind! *pouts* they were mean to me. Don't you just want to hug me and make me feel all better?" Kenny: "Adam stop it! You're trying to get more people to like you! You don't have to; this whole freaking story is about you! Fulton was honestly, just tucking in Katie and helping her study French, when we found them, they were all cuddled up with her French books between them. It was pretty funny, especially when we woke up Katie and she freaked out that someone was beside her and screamed right in Fulton's ear, who jumped and rolled off her bed. No worries. They're fine. We're hoping you like this chapter!"
OreoLine00- *Katie wakes in* Oh hey! Thanks guys! Ok, I totally told Jesse off for calling Dale Earnhardt Jr. gay. He would say he's sorry personally, but he's a little tied up at the moment. *screams from other room* Jesse: "No!! Not . . . soap operas! Anything but that! NOOOO!" Josie totally changes a lot. I kind of needed her to change, only so in the end, all of her personalities come together as one. Besides, that's how a lot of how people are. People have different personalities depending on their moods and a lot of other factors and the reason why Peter (the dead one, not Mark) hasn't been mentioned is because believe it or not, Josie is a little preoccupied on things, which is actually a way of moving on, she's falling in love and trying to convince her father to let her stay at Eden Hall and there will be a whole lot more really soon. She kind of doesn't have time to be mourning Peter's death. My opinion on your story title. Hm . . . My opinion, go with something that you think is right. The reason why I picked my title was because I was listening to 'Don't Speak' and this story just sort of came to me. It's just has to feel right. I know I sound so vague, but as soon as you put out the story I'll be sure to read it, I promise! Thanks for the review and the heads up!
Tara- *Fulton skips into the room, tossing flower petals singing* Fulton: "Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do. . . I'm so crazy oh for the love of you!"
Everyone: "AVERMAN!" *Averman drops keyboard and whistles innocently* Fulton:" That's it Averman your ass is grass and I'm the lawn mower!" *Author picks up keyboard and grabs Fulton around the waist and calmly sits him down* Ok Fulton. Look, it's Dean Portman. Your friend. Your fellow Bash Brother. Type, be merry. Don't hurt Averman. Fulton: *groans* "Ok. . . Hey Portman . . . *sighs* I really really really want to hurt Averman right now, I get stuck with writing to you. This sucks. Not that I don't want to talk to you just, I'm itching to hurt him." Ok, glad we got that covered. Fulton: *perks up* "I did not sleep with Katie! Like she's cute and all, but dude, I've only known her since like a few weeks. I tucked her in, sat OVER the covers, and began quizzing her on her French. Oh! I can speak a little know. *clears throat* Je m'appelle Fulton Reed. Je suis seize ans. Mon favourits sport est hockey et mon amis est tout les Canards puissants au Eden Hall." *smiles proudly* I said, My name is Fulton Reed. I am sixteen years old. My favorite sport is hockey and my friends are all the Mighty Ducks of Eden Hall." *author gives him a squeeze* He's getting good too! Watch! Fulton, what are the colors of the Mighty Ducks in French? Fulton: "Uh . . . verte (green), blanc (white) et, violet (purple). (Author squeals) Anyways, I was helping her with French and we fell asleep, perfectly innocent." Anyways, Thanks for the review, I don't really have anything to say about it I enjoyed it . . .? *Peter runs up* Peter: "No, I'm not an enforcer. I would have loved to be, however genetics were against me. I have the heart of a Bash Brother, but not the size.*turns to Katie* I want to meet him! Please? Please?" *Katie pouts* Oh . . . but I want you here. Peter: "How about I go there for two weeks and come back?" *author shrugs* It's up to Tara. Do you want Peter for two weeks? I know he wants to meet Portman really really bad. Do you?
Shelbers: Hey! Ugh! Tell me about it! I hate French. I don't know why I took it! *Fulton agrees* Actually I have a vocabulary quiz tomorrow and I should study that. I'm soooo glad you liked the last chapter. I plan on keeping up the good work and the rest of the Ducks here say Hi! Adam: "Hey Conway!" Jesse: "Spazway! How you liking . . . shit I forgot where he went. . ." Fulton: "Captain Duck!! Hey!" Peter: "Charlie Conway. I didn't even get to see you when you were here." Kenny: "Hi Charlie! Have a nice vacation!" Averman: "Professor Poopy Pants!" *Fulton covers Averman's mouth* Fulton: "His ass is grass now! Later Charlie!" *author shakes head* Thanks for the review and keep reading!
Erica- Hey! I'm glad you liked my twist! *dances* Adam: *taps author on the shoulder* "I think she meant the plot twist, not the dance." Oh. Ok. Glad you liked that too. S'ok you couldn't write more. I had the same problem when I was still skating! Have fun!
Hey that's everyone! Thanks all for your reviews you kick ass! Keep reading and the Ducks send their love!
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~Toodles!