"No more Exams!!!"
I looked down the hall and saw Charlie running down towards me, bag in hand, papers flying from it in all directions screaming it over and over. He was a complete mental case.
"Banksie!" He yelped coming to a quick halt. "Let's go to the arena! It's Tuesday so the Varsity won't be in until after lunch. Come on! I know you want to! You haven't been on the ice since Sunday and it's driving you mad!"
I laughed at him. He was a loon and belonged in Minneapolis Psych. "I'm waiting for word from Josie."
He jumped. "OH!!!" He yelped and began digging through the pockets in his cargo pants. "She gave me a note but I can't remember which pocket I put it in." He explained and shoved both hands into his front pockets, coming up with nothing and began to search through the ones at his knees. "She said it was important. Something about meeting her somewhere at this place, today at some time . . ."
My eyes widened. "Charlie! Find it!!"
He bit his lip. "I can't remember where I put it." He explained checking his back pockets.
I rubbed my face in frustration. He was such a scatterbrain. "Charlie, think back to when you were talking to her. Where did you put your hands when you got the note?" I replied taking a breath and trying not yell at our Captain.
He stopped and grabbed his plaid shirt from around his waist and undid the breast pocket smiling in victory. "Found it. She said to put it in a safe place and I put it over my heart so I wouldn't forget."
I rolled my eyes and snatched the note from his hands unfolding it shakily. I read it quietly aloud. "Hey Adam . . . just finished my exam . . . giving this to Charlie so you may not get this . . . meet me in the dark room during dinner . . . if you aren't there by seven I'll meet you in your room." I looked up at Charlie. "Thanks."
He shrugged. "And you were worried."
I rolled my eyes at him and began to walk into the courtyard toward the arena. "Hey, you know who I haven't seen a lot of . . . Charlotte. I didn't see her at the game. Where was she?"
Charlie groaned. "Oh that." He shook his head and shrugged. "She's refusing to talk to me until she knows for a fact that I passed math. The problem is that I really like her and now our impending relationship depends on whether or not I knew how to find the distance between a line and a point!"
I smirked. "Why do you pick girls like that?"
He shrugged. "You know, something to do, something to keep my life interesting." He frowned and turned to me. "Besides, who are you to talk? You're the one with the girl who is going to an All-Girl's school at the end of the week and her father hates you."
I rolled my eyes. "Thanks Charlie. I've been trying to go through this week without thinking about that or the fact that I have to pack up all my stuff and move back into my house." I shot at him angrily. "Not that you have been any help."
"Sorry, but this really isn't my department." He said raising his hands in mock surrender. "I can deal with ants and freezing locker rooms, but convincing parents to keep kids in this school, that's Bombay's job."
I froze. "Bombay." I smiled. "Coach Bombay could help us!" I turned to Charlie. "I could call him, get him to come down, sit down with my dad and Josie's dad, drink cocktails, then convince our parents it's a good idea and, BANG! I stay in the dorms, Josie stays in Eden Hall, I become the good guy, Josie looks good in the eyes of her father and we live happily ever after! Charlie you're a genius!"
Charlie blinked as if he were stupefied. "Did I say that?"
"Charlie! It's what you meant! I need his cell number! Give it to me!" I ordered him.
"Adam, I don't think you have thought this completely through." Charlie replied shaking his head slowly going over everything I told him in a very short amount of time. "First of all, giving cocktails to a recovering alcoholic is probably not a good idea. . ."
I frowned. "Charlie! Number! Now!"
He looked completely shocked. "Adam! Calm down! You need to calm. Breath deep. In with the good, out with the bad. . ."
I groaned. "Charlie! This is not helping me! I don't have time for calm and breathing and all that. I need the number so Josie and I have a chance!"
Charlie suddenly took a stand, tired of being pushed around by me. "Have you even thought this could be a sign Adam?!"
I blinked. "What?" I spat at him.
He shook his head angrily. "I hate to say it but maybe you and Josie aren't meant for each other. Maybe this is a sign. Maybe you aren't supposed to get through this Adam."
My jaw dropped. "Did you hear nothing of what Russ said in the change room on Sunday? Josie and I don't deserve anymore pain. We belong together."
"Adam!" He yelped. "You've know this girl for a month and now your soul mates? You don't know the first thing about her. You've only officially been going out with her for what, four days? Adam I get the fact you like her and I get the fact she is nice and sweet and makes you feel like a million bucks . . . now. But, you can't just put all of you on her. First of all, that's a heavy commitment for a relationship as young as yours. I don't think Connie and Guy are like that yet and they've been going out since before we stopped believing in cooties!"
I rolled my eyes at him. "Charlie, I love h. . ."
He quickly cut me off. "Secondly, you're going to scare her off! Like Jesus, Banks. You are putting so much pressure on her to make sure she stays with you. Have you even thought about what this is doing to her? Maybe she wants to go! Maybe she doesn't. Have you even asked her what she's most afraid of; because when she gave me that note she looked terrified."
"Of course I know what she's scared of! She scared of not being with me!" I burst at him.
His lips pursed. "Do you have any idea how self-centered you sound?!" He yelped. "Put yourself in her shoes for two seconds here, ok? You are a fifteen year old girl who's just been ripped away from everything she knows and everyone she loves and forced into a prep school where she meets a guy who looks exactly like your best friend who died. After a couple weeks of bonding with said guy you are going to be ripped away from that environment again!"
I frowned. "Exactly! I'm on the right track here!" I replied turning away from him and beginning to stomp away from Charlie.
He grabbed my arm and spun me around. "No Adam. What she's scared of isn't, not being with you, but being alone, and you telling her that she isn't leaving is just setting her up for the biggest let down yet." He took a breath. "What you need to do is reassure her that she is going to make friends and stop telling her that she isn't leaving because contrary to what you what, she is."
"She isn't leaving." I replied stubbornly yet softly. "Josie has to stay here."
Charlie closed his eyes. "Banksie, I'm sorry but statistics are against you on this one."
I bit my lip. "I at least have to try. Charlie, please at least help me try. It's the least I can do for her."
He nodded. "Fine. We'll call Bombay and he'll give us our options." He opened his warm friendly eyes. "We need more people like her around here anyways."
I smiled and nodded, running off with him towards the guy's dorms.
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I sat on the edge of Germaine's bed eagerly, my knee bouncing in nervousness and excitement as Charlie dialed the number for Bombay that he had uncovered on his cork board on the back of his door.
"Hi, this is Charles Conway I would like to speak to Gordon Bombay, please?" Charlie asked politely into the phone. He bit his lip. "I'm his . . . nephew." He answered into the phone nervously. "You didn't know he had a sister? Well he does. Um . . . this is kind of urgent so could you connect me?" Charlie replied rather impatiently. "It's a family matter. Just tell him it's Charlie. Ok thank-you." He covered the speaker with his hand. "New secretary. The old one knew me; this one likes to play twenty questions."
I chuckled quietly and rolled my eyes as Charlie reached over to the phone and pressed the speaker phone button. He had saved up months to buy that stupid phone and barely ever used it.
"Uh. . . Hello?" Gordon's voice asked suspiciously.
"Hey Coach!" Charlie replied brightly.
"Charlie! Oh hey! Doris said it was my nephew, and I knew that was impossible seeing I'm an only child." Gordon replied sternly. "I'll have to tell her to just connect you. You won't have to go through that again."
"Thanks Coach! Banks is here too." Charlie replied. He seemed to perk up whenever he talked to Coach Bombay. It was this weird thing with him.
"Hey Coach!" I immediately said nervously. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all.
I could almost hear Coach grinning over the phone. "Hi Adam! I have a feeling you two aren't calling me for social reasons or to annoy my secretary." He stopped suddenly. "Neither of you are getting expelled are you?"
"No!" Charlie and I both yelped at the same time.
"That's good to hear." Coach chuckled on the other end. "So guys what's up?"
"Uh . . . Well, I kind of have a problem, you see my girlfriend. . ." I started.
Coach began laughing on the other line. "Another girl problem, Banks? Wow! Two in one month!!"
I rolled my eyes.
"I'm sorry Adam, continue." Coach began to suppress his chuckles although I could just picture him with his feet up on a big oak desk, leaning back in his big leather chair, with a wide smirk spread across his face.
Charlie shook his head. "Adam's girlfriend is going to be going to another school next semester." He explained quickly.
"Oh, that's too bad Adam." Gordon replied, his voice actually sympathetic. "But I don't see where I exactly come in here."
"Well, her dad is taking her out and pulling her into an All-Girl's school in Minneapolis and she doesn't want to go and it's kind of my fault that she's going there." I explained loosely.
"How?"
"There was a rumor that she was pregnant." I explained quietly.
There was a loud rumble on the other end and a sudden 'Oof!' Charlie and I exchanged glances and stared at the phone. There was a cough and a rattle and Bombay's voice came back to us. "Well is she?"
"No." I replied quickly. "What happened?"
Bombay was silent for a few seconds. "I fell out of my chair." He admitted defeated. "So, her father thinks she's pregnant so he's putting her in a different school than you. Well prove it to him that it isn't true."
I sighed. "We did. Actually he did, but now he doesn't like me and he's still going to take her away."
"Well Adam, I don't know what I can do for your situation." Bombay replied frustrated. "I really want to because you sound upset but I can't do anything and neither can you. This is a miscommunication between your girlfriend and her father and they are the only people who can fix it."
I groaned. "But Coach! I was kind of hoping you could voice our side of this to him and my dad because they don't listen to us!"
"You want me to fly from my office in New York to Minneapolis to talk to your dad? Adam . . ."
"You wouldn't even have to do that! You could just call them! Talk to them." I replied in a panic. "They won't listen to us because they think we're just kids and we don't know what we want or need!"
"You ARE just kids and you DON'T know what you need." Bombay replied half laughing.
"But I need her!" I replied. "You said so yourself."
He stopped laughing and became silent for a second. "When did I say that? I don't remember that!"
I sighed. "The night you found me sitting on the curb in front of Charlie's house."
Charlie's head jerked in my direction. "When were you in front of my house?" He stopped and thought about it. "Ohh . . . were you the Duck in need?"
I nodded quickly. And turned toward the speaker. "Do you remember?"
Coach seemed confused. "I think so. Jodie, right?"
"Josie." I corrected. "And you said that I'm not the type to give up and after everything Josie and I have gone through I'm not giving up because her father is getting in the way." I stopped and took a quick breath. "I just can't."
Coach sighed and seemed to ponder this for a few seconds leaving Charlie and me in complete suspense. "I'll call your father and talk to him. He seems to like me more than he does Orion at the moment, driving my secretary crazy with demands of me taking over the Ducks again . . ." He grumbled.
I couldn't help but chuckle. My father was very fickle when it came to coaches. He didn't particularly like Coach Riley when my brother started the Hawks because he wouldn't play Jay very often the first year. Then after sending my brother to hockey camp that summer, Riley played him constantly and my father liked him. He didn't like Bombay at all but seemed to like him more than Orion, because he didn't agree with his methods.
I grinned. "So you'll talk to them?"
"Yeah, I guess." Bombay sighed. "I'll try to get Josie's father's number off your dad ok? It's the least I can to for you." He said. "You're a good kid and by the way you speak of this Josie girl I figure she is too, so I'll try my hardest."
"Thanks Coach!" I yelped smiling widely. "I'll tell her when I see her next! But . . . uh . . . Don't tell her dad that, I'm not supposed to talk to her and her me."
Gordon groaned. "Fine. Is there anything else? Charlie? Do you have a friend or girlfriend in jail you need me to bail out while I'm at it?" He replied sarcastically.
Charlie smirked. "No, but I'll keep that in mind if I ever need you to."
"Funny Charlie."
"I knew you would think so." Charlie smirked looking down at the phone. "We better go. Orion put an announcement on this morning about a meeting with us in the main foyer at 4."
"Ok, guys. I'll call you guys later with the results. Ok?" Gordon replied. "Bye!"
"Later Coach!" Charlie yelped as he hit the disconnect button on the machine.
I got up off Guy's bed and stretched my arms as Charlie grabbed his coat off his bedpost and walked towards the door. "He may not even have to call. Josie's dad's head might explode if he tries to convince him otherwise."
Charlie shrugged. "Maybe. If that happens you wouldn't have to worry about her father anymore."
I grinned as I stepped over the threshold into the main hall. "That's a bonus. I think I may pray for that."
Charlie smirked as he locked his door. "I think you should keep praying that Josie's father doesn't strangle you when he finds out that you have been seeing her behind his back."
"What are you talking about? When he finds out . . . he won't!"
"Murphy's Law: Anything that can happen; will happen." Charlie replied.
My expression fell. "I'm so glad you have faith in me Charlie."
He shrugged as we neared the stairs. "What can I say? I'm a natural born optimist!"
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A/N: Again! Filler!! The important thing I think will occur next chapter! It's just that I can't skip from Sunday right to Friday, I've never done that in this story except for one time, and that was in chapter 1 and it was like just setting everything up. So what I think what I'll do is I'll have the meeting in the foyer of the hockey team, then the meeting of Adam and Josie and then I'll skip to Thursday or Friday (probably Friday). Anywho, I just mapped out most of next chapter in my head there . . . so I don't really have anything more to say sooo.
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Beanz- Katie!! Yay!! I'm so excited!! Has Joc been trying to catch up still because last I heard from her she was at like chapter 16! *makes guilty face* I feel so bad for writing such a long story . . . She has so much to read . . .Anyways, you! You liked Aves rant? I thought he was the ranting type! I think I might have him rant more often. Well you'll have to see if by some twist of fate that Josie stays! That's the point of you reading! Did you think I was going to be like . . . oh yeah and this and this and THIS is going to happen? NOOO!! Yes. . . I love dragging Adam's clothes into the arguments! It's like my signature piece! I thought the Averman joke of mugging a cheerleader was funny. In the sequel there might be a continuation of that joke so watch out for it! Ok, I don't know for a fact that cold spit is worse than warm spit; I just used common sense for that one. It's not like I did an experiment or anything!! *turns to Fulton* Ok start spitting on Averman now and then push him outside and ask him if cold spit is worse than warm spit ok? *Fulton nods and smiles evilly at Averman who is tied up to a chair* Aves: "Help . . ." Why were you calling Australia? OH! I so had 2 Duck moments today! The first one was in the car and they played We Will Rock You and We are the Champions back to back and then some guy at my dentist office was reading a magazine with a guy wearing a Duck jersey on the cover! I was like Omigod!! Duck moment!! I was bouncing in my chair and everyone was giving me weird looks. *coughs* Anyways, thanks for the review!!
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I looked down the hall and saw Charlie running down towards me, bag in hand, papers flying from it in all directions screaming it over and over. He was a complete mental case.
"Banksie!" He yelped coming to a quick halt. "Let's go to the arena! It's Tuesday so the Varsity won't be in until after lunch. Come on! I know you want to! You haven't been on the ice since Sunday and it's driving you mad!"
I laughed at him. He was a loon and belonged in Minneapolis Psych. "I'm waiting for word from Josie."
He jumped. "OH!!!" He yelped and began digging through the pockets in his cargo pants. "She gave me a note but I can't remember which pocket I put it in." He explained and shoved both hands into his front pockets, coming up with nothing and began to search through the ones at his knees. "She said it was important. Something about meeting her somewhere at this place, today at some time . . ."
My eyes widened. "Charlie! Find it!!"
He bit his lip. "I can't remember where I put it." He explained checking his back pockets.
I rubbed my face in frustration. He was such a scatterbrain. "Charlie, think back to when you were talking to her. Where did you put your hands when you got the note?" I replied taking a breath and trying not yell at our Captain.
He stopped and grabbed his plaid shirt from around his waist and undid the breast pocket smiling in victory. "Found it. She said to put it in a safe place and I put it over my heart so I wouldn't forget."
I rolled my eyes and snatched the note from his hands unfolding it shakily. I read it quietly aloud. "Hey Adam . . . just finished my exam . . . giving this to Charlie so you may not get this . . . meet me in the dark room during dinner . . . if you aren't there by seven I'll meet you in your room." I looked up at Charlie. "Thanks."
He shrugged. "And you were worried."
I rolled my eyes at him and began to walk into the courtyard toward the arena. "Hey, you know who I haven't seen a lot of . . . Charlotte. I didn't see her at the game. Where was she?"
Charlie groaned. "Oh that." He shook his head and shrugged. "She's refusing to talk to me until she knows for a fact that I passed math. The problem is that I really like her and now our impending relationship depends on whether or not I knew how to find the distance between a line and a point!"
I smirked. "Why do you pick girls like that?"
He shrugged. "You know, something to do, something to keep my life interesting." He frowned and turned to me. "Besides, who are you to talk? You're the one with the girl who is going to an All-Girl's school at the end of the week and her father hates you."
I rolled my eyes. "Thanks Charlie. I've been trying to go through this week without thinking about that or the fact that I have to pack up all my stuff and move back into my house." I shot at him angrily. "Not that you have been any help."
"Sorry, but this really isn't my department." He said raising his hands in mock surrender. "I can deal with ants and freezing locker rooms, but convincing parents to keep kids in this school, that's Bombay's job."
I froze. "Bombay." I smiled. "Coach Bombay could help us!" I turned to Charlie. "I could call him, get him to come down, sit down with my dad and Josie's dad, drink cocktails, then convince our parents it's a good idea and, BANG! I stay in the dorms, Josie stays in Eden Hall, I become the good guy, Josie looks good in the eyes of her father and we live happily ever after! Charlie you're a genius!"
Charlie blinked as if he were stupefied. "Did I say that?"
"Charlie! It's what you meant! I need his cell number! Give it to me!" I ordered him.
"Adam, I don't think you have thought this completely through." Charlie replied shaking his head slowly going over everything I told him in a very short amount of time. "First of all, giving cocktails to a recovering alcoholic is probably not a good idea. . ."
I frowned. "Charlie! Number! Now!"
He looked completely shocked. "Adam! Calm down! You need to calm. Breath deep. In with the good, out with the bad. . ."
I groaned. "Charlie! This is not helping me! I don't have time for calm and breathing and all that. I need the number so Josie and I have a chance!"
Charlie suddenly took a stand, tired of being pushed around by me. "Have you even thought this could be a sign Adam?!"
I blinked. "What?" I spat at him.
He shook his head angrily. "I hate to say it but maybe you and Josie aren't meant for each other. Maybe this is a sign. Maybe you aren't supposed to get through this Adam."
My jaw dropped. "Did you hear nothing of what Russ said in the change room on Sunday? Josie and I don't deserve anymore pain. We belong together."
"Adam!" He yelped. "You've know this girl for a month and now your soul mates? You don't know the first thing about her. You've only officially been going out with her for what, four days? Adam I get the fact you like her and I get the fact she is nice and sweet and makes you feel like a million bucks . . . now. But, you can't just put all of you on her. First of all, that's a heavy commitment for a relationship as young as yours. I don't think Connie and Guy are like that yet and they've been going out since before we stopped believing in cooties!"
I rolled my eyes at him. "Charlie, I love h. . ."
He quickly cut me off. "Secondly, you're going to scare her off! Like Jesus, Banks. You are putting so much pressure on her to make sure she stays with you. Have you even thought about what this is doing to her? Maybe she wants to go! Maybe she doesn't. Have you even asked her what she's most afraid of; because when she gave me that note she looked terrified."
"Of course I know what she's scared of! She scared of not being with me!" I burst at him.
His lips pursed. "Do you have any idea how self-centered you sound?!" He yelped. "Put yourself in her shoes for two seconds here, ok? You are a fifteen year old girl who's just been ripped away from everything she knows and everyone she loves and forced into a prep school where she meets a guy who looks exactly like your best friend who died. After a couple weeks of bonding with said guy you are going to be ripped away from that environment again!"
I frowned. "Exactly! I'm on the right track here!" I replied turning away from him and beginning to stomp away from Charlie.
He grabbed my arm and spun me around. "No Adam. What she's scared of isn't, not being with you, but being alone, and you telling her that she isn't leaving is just setting her up for the biggest let down yet." He took a breath. "What you need to do is reassure her that she is going to make friends and stop telling her that she isn't leaving because contrary to what you what, she is."
"She isn't leaving." I replied stubbornly yet softly. "Josie has to stay here."
Charlie closed his eyes. "Banksie, I'm sorry but statistics are against you on this one."
I bit my lip. "I at least have to try. Charlie, please at least help me try. It's the least I can do for her."
He nodded. "Fine. We'll call Bombay and he'll give us our options." He opened his warm friendly eyes. "We need more people like her around here anyways."
I smiled and nodded, running off with him towards the guy's dorms.
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I sat on the edge of Germaine's bed eagerly, my knee bouncing in nervousness and excitement as Charlie dialed the number for Bombay that he had uncovered on his cork board on the back of his door.
"Hi, this is Charles Conway I would like to speak to Gordon Bombay, please?" Charlie asked politely into the phone. He bit his lip. "I'm his . . . nephew." He answered into the phone nervously. "You didn't know he had a sister? Well he does. Um . . . this is kind of urgent so could you connect me?" Charlie replied rather impatiently. "It's a family matter. Just tell him it's Charlie. Ok thank-you." He covered the speaker with his hand. "New secretary. The old one knew me; this one likes to play twenty questions."
I chuckled quietly and rolled my eyes as Charlie reached over to the phone and pressed the speaker phone button. He had saved up months to buy that stupid phone and barely ever used it.
"Uh. . . Hello?" Gordon's voice asked suspiciously.
"Hey Coach!" Charlie replied brightly.
"Charlie! Oh hey! Doris said it was my nephew, and I knew that was impossible seeing I'm an only child." Gordon replied sternly. "I'll have to tell her to just connect you. You won't have to go through that again."
"Thanks Coach! Banks is here too." Charlie replied. He seemed to perk up whenever he talked to Coach Bombay. It was this weird thing with him.
"Hey Coach!" I immediately said nervously. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all.
I could almost hear Coach grinning over the phone. "Hi Adam! I have a feeling you two aren't calling me for social reasons or to annoy my secretary." He stopped suddenly. "Neither of you are getting expelled are you?"
"No!" Charlie and I both yelped at the same time.
"That's good to hear." Coach chuckled on the other end. "So guys what's up?"
"Uh . . . Well, I kind of have a problem, you see my girlfriend. . ." I started.
Coach began laughing on the other line. "Another girl problem, Banks? Wow! Two in one month!!"
I rolled my eyes.
"I'm sorry Adam, continue." Coach began to suppress his chuckles although I could just picture him with his feet up on a big oak desk, leaning back in his big leather chair, with a wide smirk spread across his face.
Charlie shook his head. "Adam's girlfriend is going to be going to another school next semester." He explained quickly.
"Oh, that's too bad Adam." Gordon replied, his voice actually sympathetic. "But I don't see where I exactly come in here."
"Well, her dad is taking her out and pulling her into an All-Girl's school in Minneapolis and she doesn't want to go and it's kind of my fault that she's going there." I explained loosely.
"How?"
"There was a rumor that she was pregnant." I explained quietly.
There was a loud rumble on the other end and a sudden 'Oof!' Charlie and I exchanged glances and stared at the phone. There was a cough and a rattle and Bombay's voice came back to us. "Well is she?"
"No." I replied quickly. "What happened?"
Bombay was silent for a few seconds. "I fell out of my chair." He admitted defeated. "So, her father thinks she's pregnant so he's putting her in a different school than you. Well prove it to him that it isn't true."
I sighed. "We did. Actually he did, but now he doesn't like me and he's still going to take her away."
"Well Adam, I don't know what I can do for your situation." Bombay replied frustrated. "I really want to because you sound upset but I can't do anything and neither can you. This is a miscommunication between your girlfriend and her father and they are the only people who can fix it."
I groaned. "But Coach! I was kind of hoping you could voice our side of this to him and my dad because they don't listen to us!"
"You want me to fly from my office in New York to Minneapolis to talk to your dad? Adam . . ."
"You wouldn't even have to do that! You could just call them! Talk to them." I replied in a panic. "They won't listen to us because they think we're just kids and we don't know what we want or need!"
"You ARE just kids and you DON'T know what you need." Bombay replied half laughing.
"But I need her!" I replied. "You said so yourself."
He stopped laughing and became silent for a second. "When did I say that? I don't remember that!"
I sighed. "The night you found me sitting on the curb in front of Charlie's house."
Charlie's head jerked in my direction. "When were you in front of my house?" He stopped and thought about it. "Ohh . . . were you the Duck in need?"
I nodded quickly. And turned toward the speaker. "Do you remember?"
Coach seemed confused. "I think so. Jodie, right?"
"Josie." I corrected. "And you said that I'm not the type to give up and after everything Josie and I have gone through I'm not giving up because her father is getting in the way." I stopped and took a quick breath. "I just can't."
Coach sighed and seemed to ponder this for a few seconds leaving Charlie and me in complete suspense. "I'll call your father and talk to him. He seems to like me more than he does Orion at the moment, driving my secretary crazy with demands of me taking over the Ducks again . . ." He grumbled.
I couldn't help but chuckle. My father was very fickle when it came to coaches. He didn't particularly like Coach Riley when my brother started the Hawks because he wouldn't play Jay very often the first year. Then after sending my brother to hockey camp that summer, Riley played him constantly and my father liked him. He didn't like Bombay at all but seemed to like him more than Orion, because he didn't agree with his methods.
I grinned. "So you'll talk to them?"
"Yeah, I guess." Bombay sighed. "I'll try to get Josie's father's number off your dad ok? It's the least I can to for you." He said. "You're a good kid and by the way you speak of this Josie girl I figure she is too, so I'll try my hardest."
"Thanks Coach!" I yelped smiling widely. "I'll tell her when I see her next! But . . . uh . . . Don't tell her dad that, I'm not supposed to talk to her and her me."
Gordon groaned. "Fine. Is there anything else? Charlie? Do you have a friend or girlfriend in jail you need me to bail out while I'm at it?" He replied sarcastically.
Charlie smirked. "No, but I'll keep that in mind if I ever need you to."
"Funny Charlie."
"I knew you would think so." Charlie smirked looking down at the phone. "We better go. Orion put an announcement on this morning about a meeting with us in the main foyer at 4."
"Ok, guys. I'll call you guys later with the results. Ok?" Gordon replied. "Bye!"
"Later Coach!" Charlie yelped as he hit the disconnect button on the machine.
I got up off Guy's bed and stretched my arms as Charlie grabbed his coat off his bedpost and walked towards the door. "He may not even have to call. Josie's dad's head might explode if he tries to convince him otherwise."
Charlie shrugged. "Maybe. If that happens you wouldn't have to worry about her father anymore."
I grinned as I stepped over the threshold into the main hall. "That's a bonus. I think I may pray for that."
Charlie smirked as he locked his door. "I think you should keep praying that Josie's father doesn't strangle you when he finds out that you have been seeing her behind his back."
"What are you talking about? When he finds out . . . he won't!"
"Murphy's Law: Anything that can happen; will happen." Charlie replied.
My expression fell. "I'm so glad you have faith in me Charlie."
He shrugged as we neared the stairs. "What can I say? I'm a natural born optimist!"
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A/N: Again! Filler!! The important thing I think will occur next chapter! It's just that I can't skip from Sunday right to Friday, I've never done that in this story except for one time, and that was in chapter 1 and it was like just setting everything up. So what I think what I'll do is I'll have the meeting in the foyer of the hockey team, then the meeting of Adam and Josie and then I'll skip to Thursday or Friday (probably Friday). Anywho, I just mapped out most of next chapter in my head there . . . so I don't really have anything more to say sooo.
SHOUT OUTS!
Oh how I love them so . . .!!
Tara- Yeah!! Ok, I'm upset that you couldn't do your regular super long review, and I totally understand that you can't (college or university is probably 100 times harder than high school, but I wouldn't know!) and I totally forgive you! A 2 hour drive back to school? Yikes! I can't sit still for two hours without thinking about what I'm going to write (which is basically me daydreaming about really big fights (for our sequel *grins knowingly*)) or going completely crazy (which is basically the same thing!!). I plan on keeping up the good work! And I hope that Portman and Luis aren't distracting you!!
Beanz- Katie!! Yay!! I'm so excited!! Has Joc been trying to catch up still because last I heard from her she was at like chapter 16! *makes guilty face* I feel so bad for writing such a long story . . . She has so much to read . . .Anyways, you! You liked Aves rant? I thought he was the ranting type! I think I might have him rant more often. Well you'll have to see if by some twist of fate that Josie stays! That's the point of you reading! Did you think I was going to be like . . . oh yeah and this and this and THIS is going to happen? NOOO!! Yes. . . I love dragging Adam's clothes into the arguments! It's like my signature piece! I thought the Averman joke of mugging a cheerleader was funny. In the sequel there might be a continuation of that joke so watch out for it! Ok, I don't know for a fact that cold spit is worse than warm spit; I just used common sense for that one. It's not like I did an experiment or anything!! *turns to Fulton* Ok start spitting on Averman now and then push him outside and ask him if cold spit is worse than warm spit ok? *Fulton nods and smiles evilly at Averman who is tied up to a chair* Aves: "Help . . ." Why were you calling Australia? OH! I so had 2 Duck moments today! The first one was in the car and they played We Will Rock You and We are the Champions back to back and then some guy at my dentist office was reading a magazine with a guy wearing a Duck jersey on the cover! I was like Omigod!! Duck moment!! I was bouncing in my chair and everyone was giving me weird looks. *coughs* Anyways, thanks for the review!!
Rachel- You loved every second? Wow. I'm so glad you enjoyed my Averman rant! I'm planning on more in the sequel because I love writing them sooo much!! Averman seems like the ranting type doesn't he? Your working on an Averman story!! Tell me when you put it up! I really want to read it ok? Why do you like my filler so much? Ugh! I know! I hate it when I know exactly what I want to happen in a chapter, but my brain is like singing a song instead of thinking about the story! The weird thing is, whenever I have that, you guys seem to like those chapters a lot! It's crazy! You like! You like! GO US! GO US! GO US! GO US!! I was so proud when I added that tiny bit to your chapter title! 'Don't Forget Us'. Ugh! Its prefect and I doubt I could find one that's any better! Thanks so much for your help!!
SqUiDsLiLpYrO- Everyone liked last chapter! Why is that?? Whoa!! Home schooling is a lot of money! That's crazy!! It would have been cool, but you probably would have missed the socializing; I know I would!! Yeah, I think you can change your name on this site if you don't like it, but then you guys, may not recognize me and that wouldn't be cool!! Have you re- named your nickel yet?? *giggles* You're crazy!! I think I like it that way!! Thanks for the review!
Shelbers- I know!! They keep doing that in the movies. However I think the D1 incident can be explained. The ref probably called the McGill move an accident and because he SAW Fulton flip the kid into his bench, he was taken off the ice. But they won anyways so I'm not complaining. Go do your homework and Thanks for the review and your opinion!!
OK thanks for the reviews everyone!! You rock!!
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