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Julie's POV
I don't know what made me do it. Charlie would kill me if he found out. All I knew was that I wanted to protect him. No matter what he'd done, I didn't want him involved.
I still hated Varsity, and I still wanted revenge on them. With Adam out the way I could enjoy it. Seeing the idiots hopping out their rooms, scratching and itching like they had fleas was one of the funniest moments of my life.
He showed up at the unofficial JV-Varsity game though. I wasn't surprised. He grabbed me just before we hit the ice, and thanked me for my warning. He said Riley had called him, told him he had to be there. I was just telling him he'd better not score on me when Riley called him away. I was starting to hate that – we weren't allowed to talk outside of Bio.
With Goldberg in nets I could concentrate on the game. I could tell it was going to erupt – it was a fight waiting to happen. As soon as Adam started hacking at Charlie, trying to prevent him getting his shot off, I knew something was going to happen. Adam was perfectly legal but Charlie hauled him down, and that was it.
As soon as I reached the fighting players I tried to pull Adam away from Charlie. They were best friends – they shouldn't have been fighting. Plus, I'd seen Charlie hit someone before, and for a skinny guy he had a mean right hook. I didn't want Adam to get hurt.
He shrugged me off, but as soon as I spoke and he heard my voice he backed away. I was glad when Orien arrived; I didn't like fighting, especially amongst people who used to be a team, used to be friends. As Adam skated off he looked back at me. His expression – I couldn't place it. Anger? Sadness? Hurt? Regret? Longing? Maybe a mixture of them all.
After that, things went from bad to worse. Charlie and Fulton left the team. We were falling apart. I told Adam about it on Monday. He blamed himself – I told him he was stupid. It was Orien and his methods, it was Charlie and his pigheadedness, it was Fulton and his unwavering loyalty to Charlie.
Nothing changed between Adam and I. It didn't make things worse – we stayed friends. We supported each other, we comforted each other, in our own little world. Secret friends.
I'd thought things couldn't get worse, but they did. Hans died. I hadn't been there in Peewees, but I'd heard the stories. He'd helped Coach Bombay find himself, he'd helped to found the Ducks – he'd taught us to fly. It hit us all hard, but Charlie the hardest. Adam was gutted too – he told me afterwards that Hans had been there when he'd first joined the team, he'd been someone for him to confide in.
The day after we decided to play street hockey. We all needed a release, we needed to have fun, forget our differences, and be a team again. I invited Adam. He said no. I told him Charlie wouldn't be there, and he agreed.
We skated to the rec ground together. He was nervous, shaking, and when I took his hand in reassurance his palm was sweaty. The Ducks seemed apprehensive, but he was the same old Adam, and as soon as they understood that it was fine.
We started to play, and were having a great time. Luis kept crashing into the fence, Goldberg kept falling over, Portman and Fulton were pretending to beat up Kenny, Averman kept trying to commentate on the game with Guy screaming, "shut up Averman!" at every opportunity, Dwayne had a rope. It was just like the old days.
Then Coach Bombay and Charlie showed up.
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Author's Note : Thanks for all the reviews guys! Keep going!
Only one more chapter to go, so look out for it!
Toodles!
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Julie's POV
I don't know what made me do it. Charlie would kill me if he found out. All I knew was that I wanted to protect him. No matter what he'd done, I didn't want him involved.
I still hated Varsity, and I still wanted revenge on them. With Adam out the way I could enjoy it. Seeing the idiots hopping out their rooms, scratching and itching like they had fleas was one of the funniest moments of my life.
He showed up at the unofficial JV-Varsity game though. I wasn't surprised. He grabbed me just before we hit the ice, and thanked me for my warning. He said Riley had called him, told him he had to be there. I was just telling him he'd better not score on me when Riley called him away. I was starting to hate that – we weren't allowed to talk outside of Bio.
With Goldberg in nets I could concentrate on the game. I could tell it was going to erupt – it was a fight waiting to happen. As soon as Adam started hacking at Charlie, trying to prevent him getting his shot off, I knew something was going to happen. Adam was perfectly legal but Charlie hauled him down, and that was it.
As soon as I reached the fighting players I tried to pull Adam away from Charlie. They were best friends – they shouldn't have been fighting. Plus, I'd seen Charlie hit someone before, and for a skinny guy he had a mean right hook. I didn't want Adam to get hurt.
He shrugged me off, but as soon as I spoke and he heard my voice he backed away. I was glad when Orien arrived; I didn't like fighting, especially amongst people who used to be a team, used to be friends. As Adam skated off he looked back at me. His expression – I couldn't place it. Anger? Sadness? Hurt? Regret? Longing? Maybe a mixture of them all.
After that, things went from bad to worse. Charlie and Fulton left the team. We were falling apart. I told Adam about it on Monday. He blamed himself – I told him he was stupid. It was Orien and his methods, it was Charlie and his pigheadedness, it was Fulton and his unwavering loyalty to Charlie.
Nothing changed between Adam and I. It didn't make things worse – we stayed friends. We supported each other, we comforted each other, in our own little world. Secret friends.
I'd thought things couldn't get worse, but they did. Hans died. I hadn't been there in Peewees, but I'd heard the stories. He'd helped Coach Bombay find himself, he'd helped to found the Ducks – he'd taught us to fly. It hit us all hard, but Charlie the hardest. Adam was gutted too – he told me afterwards that Hans had been there when he'd first joined the team, he'd been someone for him to confide in.
The day after we decided to play street hockey. We all needed a release, we needed to have fun, forget our differences, and be a team again. I invited Adam. He said no. I told him Charlie wouldn't be there, and he agreed.
We skated to the rec ground together. He was nervous, shaking, and when I took his hand in reassurance his palm was sweaty. The Ducks seemed apprehensive, but he was the same old Adam, and as soon as they understood that it was fine.
We started to play, and were having a great time. Luis kept crashing into the fence, Goldberg kept falling over, Portman and Fulton were pretending to beat up Kenny, Averman kept trying to commentate on the game with Guy screaming, "shut up Averman!" at every opportunity, Dwayne had a rope. It was just like the old days.
Then Coach Bombay and Charlie showed up.
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Author's Note : Thanks for all the reviews guys! Keep going!
Only one more chapter to go, so look out for it!
Toodles!