A/N : Hi everyone!!! Thanks a million for the reviews!!!!!!!!!!! =) Ok.. I
guess I need to clear a few things. First things first, I have no idea why
the Ducks are in a different school. I just felt like it I guess.. hehe..
maybe they transferred. Or maybe they didn't go to Eden Hall in the first
place. But I guess the latter makes more sense. You'll see when the story
goes on because the Ducks aren't exactly strangers to the students in their
school. Second thing is, I'm sorry about Connie and Guy not being together.
So.. there's a choice. Hands up for those who wants them back together? Of
course, I'll have to think of a way for them to get back together. Third, I
had to wear a uniform when I was in high school. Is that the case of anyone
else? That gave me an idea for this fic. Also the system in this fic is
based largely on my own experiences in high school, like the separate
classes we had based on our averages. Just as a side note, I was a B
student.. so.. hehehe.. Lastly.. thanks again for your reviews and
gooooooooo Adam~!!!!!!! Hahah.. as you can tell.. I'm a big fan of his..
Chap 2: My Angel
Ken's POV
I watched as Mr. Creston paced up and down in front explaining something about force and reaction. Anyone looking at me would have thought that I was deeply immersed in the lesson beforehand. They would be wrong. I wasn't listening at all. In fact, I didn't even have a clue what he was talking about. I guess he was another one of those people who had to become a teacher because he couldn't get a job elsewhere. The minute he stepped into class he made it clear that he hated teaching.
"I'm Mr. Creston. I'll be teaching you physics. This is a tough subject so if any of you think that he or she can't cope, then please do me a favour and drop this subject because I don't have enough time to waste outside class for extra pointers or help. If you really want to follow up, I suggest you make some friends in this class or you're all on your own." This was all said in a gruff and bored tone. If he'd wanted to make sure that no student approached him for questions then he'd certainly succeeded in that. No way was anyone going to bother him after that. Stupid teacher. You'd think that they would at least provide the best class with a good teacher. Or even any teacher that was interested in teaching.
What everyone doesn't realize is, I'm not as bright as they thought I was. I worked doubly hard to get there. Not just in studies. But in every single thing I do, including hockey and figure skating. My life isn't as easy as people make out to be. Like Banks, my dad is a terror. Not because he's trying to pressure me or anything. But I guess that's what Asians are like. Totally disciplined and organized. Always the obedient ones. In my opinion, no wonder we get our asses kicked for frequently than other people. And that's why I get picked on easily. Because we don't fight back. Not that we didn't have any pride. It's just the way we were brought up to be. No fights. The first time I ever really punched anyone was during the Junior Goodwill Games. My dad gave me hell for that when I got home. My grandfather looked so disappointed. He said that good men don't fight with their fists. I took that meaning to another light. That was why I bugged Russ to teach me trash talking. Grandfather never said anything about dishing verbal assaults, just physical.
"Kenny! Kenny?"
"Huh?" I turned to my left. Guy was leaning across the aisle, bent towards me.
"You have any idea what he just said?" he asked frantically. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see sprawling handwriting all over his book. Wow, I was amazed that he actually found stuff to write. My page was clean. He was still looking at me expectantly.
"Err.. sorry.. I didn't catch that," I answered him before he could freak out. Then he turned behind to ask Adam instead. They started a whispered heated discussion on the topic. Figures. They were brains.
I turned my attention back to Mr. Creston who was now scribbling something on the blackboard. I couldn't make head or tail of it. I stared at my textbook. It still didn't make any sense. Oh well, I thought as the bell rang, signaling the end of the period, I'd just get some idea of it from Julie during break. That's right. At the back of my head I could still picture grandfather's face as he said, "To get the grain you must reap and sow the crop." Boy, do I have some sowing to do on this subject.
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Luis's POV
"Bla.. bla.. bla.. bla.. bla.." That was all I heard from the teacher. Man, there wasn't anyone grumpier than he was. He walked right in, scribbled his name, Mr. Creston, and the rest he said, I never heard because right then the most beautiful girl I've ever seen walked in.
Hey, don't get me wrong. I just believe that a man's gotta appreciate true beauty when he sees it. And I'm a REAL man. I believe in beauty and of course, love. I'm a man of love. I, Luis Mendoza, the resident "pretty boy" is a picture of beauty itself. Being able to look good doesn't mean you're gay, because the last time I checked, I don't get turned on by guys. It's just essential to bring out one's beauty, where the inner-self reflects upon the natural physical charms, which I might add, I happen to have.
"Class, this is Lorraine Matthews. She just transferred from St. Mary's. I hope you'll all welcome her to our school," said Mr. Creston in a bored tone. "Just take a sit anywhere," he told her and gestured to the class. She looked a little nervous and perhaps intimidated. And it was my duty, as prince charming, to save my princess the embarrassment. I quickly raised my hand, "You can sit here beside me." They don't call me the speedster for nothing. In cases like this, I knew how to move fast too. All around me Connie, Charlie, Russ and Dwayne snickered. I ignored them but my princess flushed bright red. Man, was she cute or what? This was lucky day alright.
She flopped down in her seat and gave, what I thought, was a sigh of relief. I watched her as she settled down. Her hair was a mass of dark curls which looked incredibly sexy. I loved girls with that kind of hair, not to mention that I happened to have dark curls too. See? We were a match. She had a really small and delicate profile. One that would fit mine perfectly. As she flipped open her book, I noticed that she had a habit of rubbing her nose as she did. Then she withdrew from a case, spectacles. Cute scholarly look. I wondered what type she was as I held out my hand. She looked surprised.
"Hi, Luis Mendoza," I said smoothly, flashing her my signature smile. Crooked to the left side and slightly lifted. She stared at me for a second, the shade of red growing darker and darker when she finally whispered, "Hi." I was sure I heard the voice of an angel. She turned her attention back to the teacher but I could tell that I'd made an impression on her. Then Russ tapped her on the shoulders. I glared at him. What was he trying to do? He winked at me. I frowned and creased my eyebrows. I sure hope he wasn't saying anything bad about me. But I forgot all about that when she opened her mouth to speak. All I could do was stare at her lips. They were soft and tinted with pale pink gloss. I wondered at what they would feel like on my own. I licked my dry and chapped lips. Hopefully, it won't be long before I find out.
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Finally the bell rang for break time. We had precisely 20 minutes of rest. Gee, what fun. The bunch of us waited outside 10A for Ken, Julie, Adam and Guy. They didn't look too happy when they came out.
"What?" Charlie asked anxiously. The four of them exchanged glances. "We've got like," said Guy and he stretched his arms at least a meter long, "at least this much of homework."
"You must be joking?! For first day of school? Man, I cannot believe that!" said Russ, shaking his head in disbelief. We walked down the stairs slowly.
"No joke. It's true. The teachers here are evil," said Ken with a sigh.
"You're kidding. We don't have any homework at all," Averman said with a grin. I thought, thank God we only had a small piece of composition to do for English. But in a way, I was beginning to notice the huge difference between the standard of each class. Was that even fair? Don't get me wrong, I don't really like school but I like to do as well as I can. The intelligence works off well on ladies. That's how you impress them. You see, they flip out if you're good-looking and intellectual. The perfect package. But now the school's already treating us like we have limited capabilities compared to the first class. What am I going to do if the girls start searching for the smarter men? Was I going to be second in line just because I was in the second class? That really sucks. But I suppose that's what you get in a public school. I guess I'd just have to..
"Yo, Lorraine!" Russ yelled suddenly. But he didn't have to do that to catch my attention because I already saw her. I'd recognize that dainty face anywhere. She looked over at us and started walking over. Great, now was the chance to work my charm skills on her. The only big catch was, there was a boy walking beside her. Competition eh? Bring it on! I've never lost. Hey, it's only natural. I'm Luis Mendoza. I opened my mouth to say something smooth but strangely, my mouth went dry, and all I could do was stare as she and the boy approached our table.
"Yo.." she replied slowly and smiled. "Russ right?" she clarified. Then she turned to me expectantly, as if waiting for me to say something. "Um.. err.. hi.." I whispered. She blushed, so did I. That was a first. Naturally, the whole gang went silent and stared at us. And it was only natural that they made room for her and the boy at the table. Then it also seemed perfectly normal for me to gape at her as she started to speak. I was mesmerized by her quiet manner. Again I thought about how she resembled an angel. My angel at least. As she bit into her sandwich I was barely aware of what the others were saying. All I could do was stare at the perfect creature sitting a few seats away, smiling politely at everyone and timidly answering the many questions that they fired at her.
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"Mendoza! Hey! Yoohoo?? Anybody home?"
I vaguely noticed that someone was calling my name. And as she disappeared around the corner, I snapped out of my trance and fell back to reality. Recess was over and I hadn't touched my food. I stared down at my sandwich. It was already starting to look soggy. I quickly wrapped it up and threw it into the bin. Who could think of eating when you had such a beautiful image to look at? Oh well.. it looks like I got some work cut out for me because clearly, she was attached.
"Didn't you listen to a word we said? She's not attached," said Russ. Huh? She's not?
"The guy's her brother. Ian. Ian Matthews," he emphasized on the word "brother".
"Oh," was all I could say in response.
"And a cute one at that," Connie gushed beside us. Guy scowled and walked off in a huff. But she barely noticed. Poor Guy. He's taking it really hard. I wished those two would get back together. Not because of anything else but the fact that the way it was going, the team's concentration was shot. At least, Guy's was. The break up had affected his game, and it was showing. I felt it enormously, because we were on the same line. There were times when the puck was not where it's supposed to be. He would be thinking about something else and I would be waiting frantically and the half life to bring it down to the goal only to watch as the other team steals it away from under his nose.
Connie continued to chatter, letting out a squeal occasionally as we trudged back to class. Clearly, she was smitten by Ian Matthews because he was soooo gorgeous and soooo sweet. But I can think of someone else who beats him by far. As we walked into class, my eyes fell on her again. She stared steadily into her book, glasses and all, her face buried with focus. I watched as her brow wrinkled up in concentration. I liked the way she bit her lips as if that would help her understand the text better. Again, I wondered what they would feel like on my own. Wow, she's too cute for words. I couldn't help but think that we're in big trouble because now I had a reason to let my mind wander off during practices and games. I just hope the others forgive me because I had fallen for this girl. Hard.
Chap 2: My Angel
Ken's POV
I watched as Mr. Creston paced up and down in front explaining something about force and reaction. Anyone looking at me would have thought that I was deeply immersed in the lesson beforehand. They would be wrong. I wasn't listening at all. In fact, I didn't even have a clue what he was talking about. I guess he was another one of those people who had to become a teacher because he couldn't get a job elsewhere. The minute he stepped into class he made it clear that he hated teaching.
"I'm Mr. Creston. I'll be teaching you physics. This is a tough subject so if any of you think that he or she can't cope, then please do me a favour and drop this subject because I don't have enough time to waste outside class for extra pointers or help. If you really want to follow up, I suggest you make some friends in this class or you're all on your own." This was all said in a gruff and bored tone. If he'd wanted to make sure that no student approached him for questions then he'd certainly succeeded in that. No way was anyone going to bother him after that. Stupid teacher. You'd think that they would at least provide the best class with a good teacher. Or even any teacher that was interested in teaching.
What everyone doesn't realize is, I'm not as bright as they thought I was. I worked doubly hard to get there. Not just in studies. But in every single thing I do, including hockey and figure skating. My life isn't as easy as people make out to be. Like Banks, my dad is a terror. Not because he's trying to pressure me or anything. But I guess that's what Asians are like. Totally disciplined and organized. Always the obedient ones. In my opinion, no wonder we get our asses kicked for frequently than other people. And that's why I get picked on easily. Because we don't fight back. Not that we didn't have any pride. It's just the way we were brought up to be. No fights. The first time I ever really punched anyone was during the Junior Goodwill Games. My dad gave me hell for that when I got home. My grandfather looked so disappointed. He said that good men don't fight with their fists. I took that meaning to another light. That was why I bugged Russ to teach me trash talking. Grandfather never said anything about dishing verbal assaults, just physical.
"Kenny! Kenny?"
"Huh?" I turned to my left. Guy was leaning across the aisle, bent towards me.
"You have any idea what he just said?" he asked frantically. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see sprawling handwriting all over his book. Wow, I was amazed that he actually found stuff to write. My page was clean. He was still looking at me expectantly.
"Err.. sorry.. I didn't catch that," I answered him before he could freak out. Then he turned behind to ask Adam instead. They started a whispered heated discussion on the topic. Figures. They were brains.
I turned my attention back to Mr. Creston who was now scribbling something on the blackboard. I couldn't make head or tail of it. I stared at my textbook. It still didn't make any sense. Oh well, I thought as the bell rang, signaling the end of the period, I'd just get some idea of it from Julie during break. That's right. At the back of my head I could still picture grandfather's face as he said, "To get the grain you must reap and sow the crop." Boy, do I have some sowing to do on this subject.
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Luis's POV
"Bla.. bla.. bla.. bla.. bla.." That was all I heard from the teacher. Man, there wasn't anyone grumpier than he was. He walked right in, scribbled his name, Mr. Creston, and the rest he said, I never heard because right then the most beautiful girl I've ever seen walked in.
Hey, don't get me wrong. I just believe that a man's gotta appreciate true beauty when he sees it. And I'm a REAL man. I believe in beauty and of course, love. I'm a man of love. I, Luis Mendoza, the resident "pretty boy" is a picture of beauty itself. Being able to look good doesn't mean you're gay, because the last time I checked, I don't get turned on by guys. It's just essential to bring out one's beauty, where the inner-self reflects upon the natural physical charms, which I might add, I happen to have.
"Class, this is Lorraine Matthews. She just transferred from St. Mary's. I hope you'll all welcome her to our school," said Mr. Creston in a bored tone. "Just take a sit anywhere," he told her and gestured to the class. She looked a little nervous and perhaps intimidated. And it was my duty, as prince charming, to save my princess the embarrassment. I quickly raised my hand, "You can sit here beside me." They don't call me the speedster for nothing. In cases like this, I knew how to move fast too. All around me Connie, Charlie, Russ and Dwayne snickered. I ignored them but my princess flushed bright red. Man, was she cute or what? This was lucky day alright.
She flopped down in her seat and gave, what I thought, was a sigh of relief. I watched her as she settled down. Her hair was a mass of dark curls which looked incredibly sexy. I loved girls with that kind of hair, not to mention that I happened to have dark curls too. See? We were a match. She had a really small and delicate profile. One that would fit mine perfectly. As she flipped open her book, I noticed that she had a habit of rubbing her nose as she did. Then she withdrew from a case, spectacles. Cute scholarly look. I wondered what type she was as I held out my hand. She looked surprised.
"Hi, Luis Mendoza," I said smoothly, flashing her my signature smile. Crooked to the left side and slightly lifted. She stared at me for a second, the shade of red growing darker and darker when she finally whispered, "Hi." I was sure I heard the voice of an angel. She turned her attention back to the teacher but I could tell that I'd made an impression on her. Then Russ tapped her on the shoulders. I glared at him. What was he trying to do? He winked at me. I frowned and creased my eyebrows. I sure hope he wasn't saying anything bad about me. But I forgot all about that when she opened her mouth to speak. All I could do was stare at her lips. They were soft and tinted with pale pink gloss. I wondered at what they would feel like on my own. I licked my dry and chapped lips. Hopefully, it won't be long before I find out.
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Finally the bell rang for break time. We had precisely 20 minutes of rest. Gee, what fun. The bunch of us waited outside 10A for Ken, Julie, Adam and Guy. They didn't look too happy when they came out.
"What?" Charlie asked anxiously. The four of them exchanged glances. "We've got like," said Guy and he stretched his arms at least a meter long, "at least this much of homework."
"You must be joking?! For first day of school? Man, I cannot believe that!" said Russ, shaking his head in disbelief. We walked down the stairs slowly.
"No joke. It's true. The teachers here are evil," said Ken with a sigh.
"You're kidding. We don't have any homework at all," Averman said with a grin. I thought, thank God we only had a small piece of composition to do for English. But in a way, I was beginning to notice the huge difference between the standard of each class. Was that even fair? Don't get me wrong, I don't really like school but I like to do as well as I can. The intelligence works off well on ladies. That's how you impress them. You see, they flip out if you're good-looking and intellectual. The perfect package. But now the school's already treating us like we have limited capabilities compared to the first class. What am I going to do if the girls start searching for the smarter men? Was I going to be second in line just because I was in the second class? That really sucks. But I suppose that's what you get in a public school. I guess I'd just have to..
"Yo, Lorraine!" Russ yelled suddenly. But he didn't have to do that to catch my attention because I already saw her. I'd recognize that dainty face anywhere. She looked over at us and started walking over. Great, now was the chance to work my charm skills on her. The only big catch was, there was a boy walking beside her. Competition eh? Bring it on! I've never lost. Hey, it's only natural. I'm Luis Mendoza. I opened my mouth to say something smooth but strangely, my mouth went dry, and all I could do was stare as she and the boy approached our table.
"Yo.." she replied slowly and smiled. "Russ right?" she clarified. Then she turned to me expectantly, as if waiting for me to say something. "Um.. err.. hi.." I whispered. She blushed, so did I. That was a first. Naturally, the whole gang went silent and stared at us. And it was only natural that they made room for her and the boy at the table. Then it also seemed perfectly normal for me to gape at her as she started to speak. I was mesmerized by her quiet manner. Again I thought about how she resembled an angel. My angel at least. As she bit into her sandwich I was barely aware of what the others were saying. All I could do was stare at the perfect creature sitting a few seats away, smiling politely at everyone and timidly answering the many questions that they fired at her.
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"Mendoza! Hey! Yoohoo?? Anybody home?"
I vaguely noticed that someone was calling my name. And as she disappeared around the corner, I snapped out of my trance and fell back to reality. Recess was over and I hadn't touched my food. I stared down at my sandwich. It was already starting to look soggy. I quickly wrapped it up and threw it into the bin. Who could think of eating when you had such a beautiful image to look at? Oh well.. it looks like I got some work cut out for me because clearly, she was attached.
"Didn't you listen to a word we said? She's not attached," said Russ. Huh? She's not?
"The guy's her brother. Ian. Ian Matthews," he emphasized on the word "brother".
"Oh," was all I could say in response.
"And a cute one at that," Connie gushed beside us. Guy scowled and walked off in a huff. But she barely noticed. Poor Guy. He's taking it really hard. I wished those two would get back together. Not because of anything else but the fact that the way it was going, the team's concentration was shot. At least, Guy's was. The break up had affected his game, and it was showing. I felt it enormously, because we were on the same line. There were times when the puck was not where it's supposed to be. He would be thinking about something else and I would be waiting frantically and the half life to bring it down to the goal only to watch as the other team steals it away from under his nose.
Connie continued to chatter, letting out a squeal occasionally as we trudged back to class. Clearly, she was smitten by Ian Matthews because he was soooo gorgeous and soooo sweet. But I can think of someone else who beats him by far. As we walked into class, my eyes fell on her again. She stared steadily into her book, glasses and all, her face buried with focus. I watched as her brow wrinkled up in concentration. I liked the way she bit her lips as if that would help her understand the text better. Again, I wondered what they would feel like on my own. Wow, she's too cute for words. I couldn't help but think that we're in big trouble because now I had a reason to let my mind wander off during practices and games. I just hope the others forgive me because I had fallen for this girl. Hard.