///AN: Sorry this part is so short, the next part'll be longer, promise.
Thanks to all the people who reviewed and my Beta.
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It was Monday practice. Laverna, having nothing better to do, was sitting in the stands with Adam as he watched the Ducks. They sat in companionable silence, neither of them really doing anything.
Laverna liked to think she was rather perceptive. Because of her reputation, she didn't really have any friends so she spent most of her time studying and observing her peers. The preps and brains avoided her because of her appearance and the rumors. The true druggies saw through the appearance though, and wouldn't talk to her because they thought of her as a brain. She didn't fit in with anyone. Which was fine with her.
And so, as usual, she observed Adam. It was much more fun to observe someone like him than to pick at her own inadequacies. Even if it weren't for her perceptiveness, she was certain that she knew more about him that anybody else. Like herself, no one knew the true him. They saw him as a jock and a prep. But really he was anything but. She knew that while his family was rich, his favorite restaurant was McDonalds and he couldn't stand caviar. And as far as the jock stereotype went, he really couldn't care about the fans and cheerleaders. All that mattered to him was the game, well, maybe his future career. But mostly the game. She was confidant that she was the only one who really knew him. She also knew he wanted to keep it that way.
"Are you playing in the game on Friday?" she asked him quietly, as not to disturb him.
"Hmm? Yeah, will you be there?" Laverna noted how casually he said this. As if it didn't matter.
"I'll go. But are you sure you want to be in that game? Do you know who you're playing?" she asked carefully, trying to see how he really felt.
Adam turned to her and spoke confidently, "Does it really matter? We'll beat them."
The practice was ending, and as she got up to leave she only said one word just loud enough for him to hear: "Blake."
~~~
After she left, Adam went down to join the rest of the team in the locker room. He arrived just in time for them to grill him about her.
"So, Adam, Charlie? What's up with you guys and Laverna?" Averman asked, nosy as ever.
"She's gonna help Spazway pass history." Adam answered for them.
"Yeah, but that doesn't explain why you're hanging out with her," Goldberg pointed out.
"What? Afraid of her, Goldie? Threatened?" Connie teased.
"Yeah right. That whole `Oh look at me, I'm a Goth' act doesn't phase me," he responded, with a lot of bravado.
"Just don't let her hear you say that. 20 bucks says she'd kick your ass, Goldberg," Charlie said, trying to stick up for her.
"Either way, do either of you like her?" Guy asked.
"You," Fulton said pointing at Guy, "have been spending way too much time with Connie."
"Ouch, Fulton, that hurt," Connie said sarcastically.
"Besides, I think it's the other way around," Russ suggested.
Charlie rolled his eyes trying to ignore their argument, "No, we're just friends."
"Yeah, besides, we'd never work out." Adam added confidently, almost echoing Charlie's words.
"Oh, and why's that?"
"She's not my type. See you guys later." And with that, Adam walked out of the locker room. He was going to track Laverna down and ask her what she meant by her Blake comment.
~~~
After half an hour of walking around and trying to find her, he returned to his room to find Laverna on his bed talking to Charlie.
"I just talked to Mrs. Wilson, and she told me your grade," Laverna was telling Charlie; she seemed really excited.
"Wow, she's graded them already?" Charlie asked.
"Yep. Now, here's the question, does an A minus count as an A...?" Laverna replied, turning to acknowledge Adam.. "Hey, Adam, what's up?"
"No, no, no!" Adam said, backing up, and when he hit the door he started feeling for the doorknob. "You, Laverna, are crazy. I never agreed to this!"
"So, I have plenty of dye in my room. What color do you think would look good on him?" Laverna asked Charlie; she was far too eager for his liking.
Sighing, he realized that there was no way to change her mind, so he quietly asked, "Can it wait until after the game?"
"Jock. Fine... Gives you some time to decide on a color." Laverna looked at her watch. "Eep, I gotta go! See you tomorrow, Charlie. Bye!"
"I hate her."
"Sure ya do, Banksie," Charlie said while patting Adam's back reassuringly. "And I hate hockey."
end part 3
///Okay, I'm pretty indesisive, anyone who wants to put their two cents in about Adam's hair, feel free. I'm open to all suggestions. ^^///
Thanks to all the people who reviewed and my Beta.
///
It was Monday practice. Laverna, having nothing better to do, was sitting in the stands with Adam as he watched the Ducks. They sat in companionable silence, neither of them really doing anything.
Laverna liked to think she was rather perceptive. Because of her reputation, she didn't really have any friends so she spent most of her time studying and observing her peers. The preps and brains avoided her because of her appearance and the rumors. The true druggies saw through the appearance though, and wouldn't talk to her because they thought of her as a brain. She didn't fit in with anyone. Which was fine with her.
And so, as usual, she observed Adam. It was much more fun to observe someone like him than to pick at her own inadequacies. Even if it weren't for her perceptiveness, she was certain that she knew more about him that anybody else. Like herself, no one knew the true him. They saw him as a jock and a prep. But really he was anything but. She knew that while his family was rich, his favorite restaurant was McDonalds and he couldn't stand caviar. And as far as the jock stereotype went, he really couldn't care about the fans and cheerleaders. All that mattered to him was the game, well, maybe his future career. But mostly the game. She was confidant that she was the only one who really knew him. She also knew he wanted to keep it that way.
"Are you playing in the game on Friday?" she asked him quietly, as not to disturb him.
"Hmm? Yeah, will you be there?" Laverna noted how casually he said this. As if it didn't matter.
"I'll go. But are you sure you want to be in that game? Do you know who you're playing?" she asked carefully, trying to see how he really felt.
Adam turned to her and spoke confidently, "Does it really matter? We'll beat them."
The practice was ending, and as she got up to leave she only said one word just loud enough for him to hear: "Blake."
~~~
After she left, Adam went down to join the rest of the team in the locker room. He arrived just in time for them to grill him about her.
"So, Adam, Charlie? What's up with you guys and Laverna?" Averman asked, nosy as ever.
"She's gonna help Spazway pass history." Adam answered for them.
"Yeah, but that doesn't explain why you're hanging out with her," Goldberg pointed out.
"What? Afraid of her, Goldie? Threatened?" Connie teased.
"Yeah right. That whole `Oh look at me, I'm a Goth' act doesn't phase me," he responded, with a lot of bravado.
"Just don't let her hear you say that. 20 bucks says she'd kick your ass, Goldberg," Charlie said, trying to stick up for her.
"Either way, do either of you like her?" Guy asked.
"You," Fulton said pointing at Guy, "have been spending way too much time with Connie."
"Ouch, Fulton, that hurt," Connie said sarcastically.
"Besides, I think it's the other way around," Russ suggested.
Charlie rolled his eyes trying to ignore their argument, "No, we're just friends."
"Yeah, besides, we'd never work out." Adam added confidently, almost echoing Charlie's words.
"Oh, and why's that?"
"She's not my type. See you guys later." And with that, Adam walked out of the locker room. He was going to track Laverna down and ask her what she meant by her Blake comment.
~~~
After half an hour of walking around and trying to find her, he returned to his room to find Laverna on his bed talking to Charlie.
"I just talked to Mrs. Wilson, and she told me your grade," Laverna was telling Charlie; she seemed really excited.
"Wow, she's graded them already?" Charlie asked.
"Yep. Now, here's the question, does an A minus count as an A...?" Laverna replied, turning to acknowledge Adam.. "Hey, Adam, what's up?"
"No, no, no!" Adam said, backing up, and when he hit the door he started feeling for the doorknob. "You, Laverna, are crazy. I never agreed to this!"
"So, I have plenty of dye in my room. What color do you think would look good on him?" Laverna asked Charlie; she was far too eager for his liking.
Sighing, he realized that there was no way to change her mind, so he quietly asked, "Can it wait until after the game?"
"Jock. Fine... Gives you some time to decide on a color." Laverna looked at her watch. "Eep, I gotta go! See you tomorrow, Charlie. Bye!"
"I hate her."
"Sure ya do, Banksie," Charlie said while patting Adam's back reassuringly. "And I hate hockey."
end part 3
///Okay, I'm pretty indesisive, anyone who wants to put their two cents in about Adam's hair, feel free. I'm open to all suggestions. ^^///