Note: Okay, here's a short chapter. Sorry I'm still lacking inspiration to
work on this story but I am trying.
Crazy4nc128 - yeah Charlie isn't being the best listener right now but then again if he was I'd lose part of my plot. Sorry about the slow updates.
Jess- yeah, Charlie isn't very grateful. He's lucky Adam's such a forgiving person lol. Sorry about the short chapter but I felt I should at least post something.
Banksiesbabe99 - I totally agree with you that both Charlie and Adam are to blame for their problems right now. Glad you're reading and enjoying the story.
Rachel - well it wasn't quick but more did come and there is more to follow, I just got to actually sit down and get it out of my head and onto the computer, lol. Couples therapy might not be a bad idea for them.
Anne918- Thanks for your kind words. As I haven't been updating this story all that quickly I'll forgive your delay in reviewing the last chapter. Just don't let it happen again, lol. Let's just say the tension isn't getting resolved in this chapter.
C-chan96- well as you've been reviewing my Dawson fic story you know what I've been doing lately. Its slow going but this story is still going somewhere. Glad you enjoyed the last chapter. Sorry for the lack of Charlie/Connie in this chapter (okay the lack of Charlie period) but please don't let that stop you from reading. Later.
Alex's POV:
The game was an away game. Coach Bombay had arranged for a bus to take the team over to Jefferson Academy where the game was taking place. Bombay was riding with the team while Scott and I had decided to drive ourselves over. I was driving and Scott was sitting in the passenger seat giving me directions.
"What's going on with you and Charlie anyway?" Scott finally asked me in between directions.
"Where did that question come from?" I asked answering his question with one of my own in order to get around having to answer his question. It wasn't that I didn't want to discuss it with him, it was just that I didn't know for sure what was going on myself. I thought Charlie and I had been getting along great up until our short conversation after practice on Friday. His outburst had taken me completely by surprise and I had to admit it hurt. I had spent the weekend avoiding Charlie which hadn't been hard because Charlie seemed to be avoiding me too.
"Just trying to make conversation," Scott told me. "I just noticed that the two of you seem to be avoiding each other the last few days. I think everyone has," he added referring to the Ducks. I had to admit he was probably right.
"To be honest I'm not really sure," I told him. "Charlie's moods are hard to figure out sometimes."
"Must run in the family," Scott told me lightly.
"You're lucky I'm driving," I told him with a smile.
"The school is up here on the left," Scott told me and just like that the subject was dropped.
I turned into the school and continued following Scott's directions to the roller hockey court. The other team was already gathered on one side of the court. I parked the car and then Scott and I got our gear out of the trunk and headed for the court as the School bus from Eden Hall pulled up.
Scott and I put our stuff on the sidelines at mid-court opposite of the other team and then started talking with the coaches from Jefferson Academy. I couldn't help but notice that their student advisor was nowhere in sight. I glanced over at the bus where Coach Bombay was handing hockey bags out of the back of the bus.
I couldn't help but wonder if Coach Bombay was going to be able to stay out of coaching the team. He had said he was coming to the game strictly to cheer on the team but still he was a coach. I could just see him starting to yell coaching advice to the players during the game. Its not that I didn't want his help because I knew Scott and I were definitely benefitting from his guidance. I just didn't want him to start undermining our authority with the team.
Scott and I finished our pre-game conversation with Darryl and Steve, the Jefferson Academy coaches, and then walked over to the sideline. The team was busy getting pads and skates on. I could sense the nervousness in all of them. I felt it myself. It was first game of the season nerves. If this game went badly it could ruin the mood and momentum for the rest of the season.
I glanced at my watch. We had ten minutes before the start of the game.
"Will you relax," Scott whispered to me. "Your nerves are going to rub off on the team."
"Sorry," I told him trying to smile but not succeeding very well. I was going to say something more when I heard Averman's voice.
"Okay guys this isn't funny," Averman was saying. "What did you do with my stick?" He was looking accusingly at Charlie and Guy.
"I didn't do anything with it," Guy said standing up and grabbing his own stick. Both Guy and Averman looked to Charlie.
"Hey, don't look at me. I wouldn't do something like that," Charlie told them. Averman and Guy just continued to look at him. "Well at least not right before a game," Charlie amended.
"Averman, are you sure you didn't forget it?" I asked closing the short distance between us.
"No," he said quickly. "I know I had it when I left my dorm room."
"Okay, well retrace your steps. After leaving the dorm room what did you do?" I asked him. I had extra sticks with me, so I wasn't worried about that. I just didn't want Averman accusing someone of hiding his stick from him the whole game. Something like that was not going to help team morale.
"I left my dorm and went to the roller hockey court where we were meeting the bus. I was early so I put my stuff down by the fence leaning my stick up against the fence. I talked to Guy and Julie while waiting for the bus. When the bus came I grabbed my bag.." Averman hesitated. "You know come to think of it I don't remember grabbing my stick when I went to get on the bus."
"Nice going Averman," Guy said.
"It's a hockey game," Julie said. "How can you forget your hockey stick."
Averman shrugged looking embarrassed.
"Sorry Coach," he said glancing at me.
"No problem. I've got extra sticks with me. Hopefully your stick will still be where you left it when we get back. Why don't you guys go warm up," I told them.
"It's going to be a long game," Scott said softly as I walked back over to him.
I didn't say anything. I didn't want to admit it but I thought Scott had a point. This was not a good way to start out a game or a season.
Crazy4nc128 - yeah Charlie isn't being the best listener right now but then again if he was I'd lose part of my plot. Sorry about the slow updates.
Jess- yeah, Charlie isn't very grateful. He's lucky Adam's such a forgiving person lol. Sorry about the short chapter but I felt I should at least post something.
Banksiesbabe99 - I totally agree with you that both Charlie and Adam are to blame for their problems right now. Glad you're reading and enjoying the story.
Rachel - well it wasn't quick but more did come and there is more to follow, I just got to actually sit down and get it out of my head and onto the computer, lol. Couples therapy might not be a bad idea for them.
Anne918- Thanks for your kind words. As I haven't been updating this story all that quickly I'll forgive your delay in reviewing the last chapter. Just don't let it happen again, lol. Let's just say the tension isn't getting resolved in this chapter.
C-chan96- well as you've been reviewing my Dawson fic story you know what I've been doing lately. Its slow going but this story is still going somewhere. Glad you enjoyed the last chapter. Sorry for the lack of Charlie/Connie in this chapter (okay the lack of Charlie period) but please don't let that stop you from reading. Later.
Alex's POV:
The game was an away game. Coach Bombay had arranged for a bus to take the team over to Jefferson Academy where the game was taking place. Bombay was riding with the team while Scott and I had decided to drive ourselves over. I was driving and Scott was sitting in the passenger seat giving me directions.
"What's going on with you and Charlie anyway?" Scott finally asked me in between directions.
"Where did that question come from?" I asked answering his question with one of my own in order to get around having to answer his question. It wasn't that I didn't want to discuss it with him, it was just that I didn't know for sure what was going on myself. I thought Charlie and I had been getting along great up until our short conversation after practice on Friday. His outburst had taken me completely by surprise and I had to admit it hurt. I had spent the weekend avoiding Charlie which hadn't been hard because Charlie seemed to be avoiding me too.
"Just trying to make conversation," Scott told me. "I just noticed that the two of you seem to be avoiding each other the last few days. I think everyone has," he added referring to the Ducks. I had to admit he was probably right.
"To be honest I'm not really sure," I told him. "Charlie's moods are hard to figure out sometimes."
"Must run in the family," Scott told me lightly.
"You're lucky I'm driving," I told him with a smile.
"The school is up here on the left," Scott told me and just like that the subject was dropped.
I turned into the school and continued following Scott's directions to the roller hockey court. The other team was already gathered on one side of the court. I parked the car and then Scott and I got our gear out of the trunk and headed for the court as the School bus from Eden Hall pulled up.
Scott and I put our stuff on the sidelines at mid-court opposite of the other team and then started talking with the coaches from Jefferson Academy. I couldn't help but notice that their student advisor was nowhere in sight. I glanced over at the bus where Coach Bombay was handing hockey bags out of the back of the bus.
I couldn't help but wonder if Coach Bombay was going to be able to stay out of coaching the team. He had said he was coming to the game strictly to cheer on the team but still he was a coach. I could just see him starting to yell coaching advice to the players during the game. Its not that I didn't want his help because I knew Scott and I were definitely benefitting from his guidance. I just didn't want him to start undermining our authority with the team.
Scott and I finished our pre-game conversation with Darryl and Steve, the Jefferson Academy coaches, and then walked over to the sideline. The team was busy getting pads and skates on. I could sense the nervousness in all of them. I felt it myself. It was first game of the season nerves. If this game went badly it could ruin the mood and momentum for the rest of the season.
I glanced at my watch. We had ten minutes before the start of the game.
"Will you relax," Scott whispered to me. "Your nerves are going to rub off on the team."
"Sorry," I told him trying to smile but not succeeding very well. I was going to say something more when I heard Averman's voice.
"Okay guys this isn't funny," Averman was saying. "What did you do with my stick?" He was looking accusingly at Charlie and Guy.
"I didn't do anything with it," Guy said standing up and grabbing his own stick. Both Guy and Averman looked to Charlie.
"Hey, don't look at me. I wouldn't do something like that," Charlie told them. Averman and Guy just continued to look at him. "Well at least not right before a game," Charlie amended.
"Averman, are you sure you didn't forget it?" I asked closing the short distance between us.
"No," he said quickly. "I know I had it when I left my dorm room."
"Okay, well retrace your steps. After leaving the dorm room what did you do?" I asked him. I had extra sticks with me, so I wasn't worried about that. I just didn't want Averman accusing someone of hiding his stick from him the whole game. Something like that was not going to help team morale.
"I left my dorm and went to the roller hockey court where we were meeting the bus. I was early so I put my stuff down by the fence leaning my stick up against the fence. I talked to Guy and Julie while waiting for the bus. When the bus came I grabbed my bag.." Averman hesitated. "You know come to think of it I don't remember grabbing my stick when I went to get on the bus."
"Nice going Averman," Guy said.
"It's a hockey game," Julie said. "How can you forget your hockey stick."
Averman shrugged looking embarrassed.
"Sorry Coach," he said glancing at me.
"No problem. I've got extra sticks with me. Hopefully your stick will still be where you left it when we get back. Why don't you guys go warm up," I told them.
"It's going to be a long game," Scott said softly as I walked back over to him.
I didn't say anything. I didn't want to admit it but I thought Scott had a point. This was not a good way to start out a game or a season.