It's been about two days since the tournament and already the whole school
knows that Adam and I are officially dating.
"You know, this is so typical! Your relationship with Adam I mean," Averman started.
"What do you mean?" I asked
"Typical jock gets typical cheerleader girlfriend, its all so typical!"
I jabbed his arm angrily. Averman whined and shut up. We were all in Charlie's room doing...well, nothing. Then I broke the silence.
"Hey, I was just curious. When I was in Adam's dorm the other day, I saw a picture of him and two other boys. They were all wearing black jerseys and carrying hockey sticks, who are they?"
The Ducks looked at each other.
"Sorry, we're not in the position to tell you that. You can ask Adam though," Charlie said, sounding a bit uncomfortable.
I looked at them. Who were those two boys?
The next day, I told Adam that I wanted to meet him at his dorm.
I knocked on the door and Adam let me in.
"You wanted to see me about something?"
"Yeah. I asked the Ducks but they wouldn't tell me," I said uneasily.
"Tell you what?" Adam asked, sounding worried.
I took a deep breath "Who are those two in that picture?" I pointed to the framed photograph.
Adam took the photo and sat on his bed. I sat beside him. He stared at the photo before saying.
"They were my best friends," he said unsteadily.
"What happened?" I asked softly.
He sighed "First thing you need to know, I wasn't always a duck. I used to be a hawk."
"A hawk?"
He nodded. "One day, Coach Bombay and this guy came over while we were training and he said that I was playing for the wrong team. I couldn't be a Hawk; I had to be a Duck. My whole world came crashing down. Daniel Larson and Andrew McGill were my best friends. They were hockey players, playing for the Hawks. They ditched me the second they heard I wasn't a Hawk anymore"
I could see a tear roll down his cheek. I wanted to tell him that it was okay, but I couldn't. It wasn't okay.
I wrapped my arms around Adam and lay my head on Adam's chest. I closed my eyes. I could feel Adam's heartbeat and his arm around my shoulder. There's so much I wanted to tell him, to make him feel better, but how?
I opened my eyes, "I want to show you something."
I took Adam by the hand and we went to my dorm. I pulled out the gigantic cardboard box. I reached into the box and pulled out a photograph. The photo frame was decorated with pictures of tennis rackets.
"My St. Margaret's tennis team" I said and passed him the photo. "They meant the world to me too."
"I didn't know you played tennis"
"Well, I'm just your average tennis playing, figure skating gal!"
Adam smiled at my remark.
"You know, you don't need to be sad. I came here and I'm very happy. I'm sure you feel the same way about leaving the Hawks, so lets stop brooding and we can find out a bit more about each other's past."
He nodded, a smile slowly growing on his face "Okay, then may I ask who this girl is?
"Oh, she's Hei Tung" I answered.
"She's hot"
"Excuse me! You're supposed to be MY boyfriend," I said, "but every tennis girl was given a nickname that the seniors gave us. Her's was hairy peach"
He laughed "Why?"
"Well, because a peach is very sweet"
"And the hairy?"
"Ermm...I think that word is self-explanatory"
Adam laughed even louder "What was your nickname?"
"Oh...Mexican Bean No. 1, my partner was Mexican Bean No.2"
"Because of your height?" he asked, controlling his laughter
"Oh rub it in, why don't ya!"
We spent the rest of the day going through my cardboard box and talking about our past. Surprisingly, we both had very hilarious stories.
But there was something I needed to do. I ran to Charlie's dorm and knocked on the door.
"Do hockey players hold grudges?" I asked a very puzzled Charlie.
Trust me when I say that I wasn't put on this earth to play tennis and figure skate.
"You know, this is so typical! Your relationship with Adam I mean," Averman started.
"What do you mean?" I asked
"Typical jock gets typical cheerleader girlfriend, its all so typical!"
I jabbed his arm angrily. Averman whined and shut up. We were all in Charlie's room doing...well, nothing. Then I broke the silence.
"Hey, I was just curious. When I was in Adam's dorm the other day, I saw a picture of him and two other boys. They were all wearing black jerseys and carrying hockey sticks, who are they?"
The Ducks looked at each other.
"Sorry, we're not in the position to tell you that. You can ask Adam though," Charlie said, sounding a bit uncomfortable.
I looked at them. Who were those two boys?
The next day, I told Adam that I wanted to meet him at his dorm.
I knocked on the door and Adam let me in.
"You wanted to see me about something?"
"Yeah. I asked the Ducks but they wouldn't tell me," I said uneasily.
"Tell you what?" Adam asked, sounding worried.
I took a deep breath "Who are those two in that picture?" I pointed to the framed photograph.
Adam took the photo and sat on his bed. I sat beside him. He stared at the photo before saying.
"They were my best friends," he said unsteadily.
"What happened?" I asked softly.
He sighed "First thing you need to know, I wasn't always a duck. I used to be a hawk."
"A hawk?"
He nodded. "One day, Coach Bombay and this guy came over while we were training and he said that I was playing for the wrong team. I couldn't be a Hawk; I had to be a Duck. My whole world came crashing down. Daniel Larson and Andrew McGill were my best friends. They were hockey players, playing for the Hawks. They ditched me the second they heard I wasn't a Hawk anymore"
I could see a tear roll down his cheek. I wanted to tell him that it was okay, but I couldn't. It wasn't okay.
I wrapped my arms around Adam and lay my head on Adam's chest. I closed my eyes. I could feel Adam's heartbeat and his arm around my shoulder. There's so much I wanted to tell him, to make him feel better, but how?
I opened my eyes, "I want to show you something."
I took Adam by the hand and we went to my dorm. I pulled out the gigantic cardboard box. I reached into the box and pulled out a photograph. The photo frame was decorated with pictures of tennis rackets.
"My St. Margaret's tennis team" I said and passed him the photo. "They meant the world to me too."
"I didn't know you played tennis"
"Well, I'm just your average tennis playing, figure skating gal!"
Adam smiled at my remark.
"You know, you don't need to be sad. I came here and I'm very happy. I'm sure you feel the same way about leaving the Hawks, so lets stop brooding and we can find out a bit more about each other's past."
He nodded, a smile slowly growing on his face "Okay, then may I ask who this girl is?
"Oh, she's Hei Tung" I answered.
"She's hot"
"Excuse me! You're supposed to be MY boyfriend," I said, "but every tennis girl was given a nickname that the seniors gave us. Her's was hairy peach"
He laughed "Why?"
"Well, because a peach is very sweet"
"And the hairy?"
"Ermm...I think that word is self-explanatory"
Adam laughed even louder "What was your nickname?"
"Oh...Mexican Bean No. 1, my partner was Mexican Bean No.2"
"Because of your height?" he asked, controlling his laughter
"Oh rub it in, why don't ya!"
We spent the rest of the day going through my cardboard box and talking about our past. Surprisingly, we both had very hilarious stories.
But there was something I needed to do. I ran to Charlie's dorm and knocked on the door.
"Do hockey players hold grudges?" I asked a very puzzled Charlie.
Trust me when I say that I wasn't put on this earth to play tennis and figure skate.