*Two Months Later*
I woke up suddenly to a rustling in my room. I smirked know exactly what was going on. Poor, poor Averman; he never was the quiet, sneaky type. I reached behind me and grabbed onto one of the extra hockey sticks that were everywhere around our room and sat up abruptly.
"Averman put down my clean pants and slowly step away from them before I visualize your head as the puck." I ordered, rolling my eyes. "And everyone, else the same." I replied in monotone. I shook my head at the usual suspects; Averman, Dwayne, Russ, Goldberg and Mendoza.
Averman tossed my clean khakis on the floor in mock anger. "Damn it Banks! The polite thing to do would be to pretend that you didn't hear us and not bust us."
I rolled my eyes and got out of bed, collecting my clean clothes from their arms and tossing them on my bed. So much for freshly pressed. I turned around and frowned at them all. "What were you doing anyways?"
Averman nodded and Dwayne who tossed an aerosol can at me which I quickly caught. I turned it over and quickly looked over the label. "Spray stench?"
Russ shrugged and smirked. "Extra strength."
I sighed. "Ok, everyone out." I replied ushering the Ducks out into the hall, Averman included. "Out, out. Take your spray stench." I replied shoving the can into Russ's arms.
Averman panicked. "Banksie, you can't kick me out! I'm not ready and my key is in my coat!" He yelped trying to push past me.
I shrugged. "Should've thought of that before you tried to spray stench me." I mocked closing the door in his face and locking it quickly behind me. Ah . . . pay back against a roommate is always sweet.
"Banksie!" I heard Averman yelp as he flung his entire body at the door.
I chuckled as I grabbed a white button up shirt and threw it over me shoulders and doing up the buttons one by one and grabbing a grey sweater from my closet and pulling it over my head.
A thud on the other side of the door interrupted me looking for a pair of less wrinkled khakis. "Banks!" Averman yelled again, his fists probably pounding on the door.
"It's your own fault! I laughed as I pulled on my pants and walked over to the door letting him in before walking into our washroom. "But I'm a merciful person."
Averman eyed me as he rubbed his shoulder, obviously the one he had been using to run into our door. "It was just a joke." He grumbled as walked over to his bed and looked under it.
I placed my comb back into its usual spot. "A joke, which would make me smell like a gym sock all day."
"Actually a couple of weeks. The spray is waterproof." He replied opening my closet doors and tearing through the bottom of it.
I frowned as he tossed some of my hockey stuff across the room. "Hey, why are you going through my closet?!" I yelped collecting my stuff off the floor and putting it on my bed beside my large pile of clothes.
"My shoe; It's gone." He replied crawling further into my closet.
"And why would they be in my closet?" I asked shaking my head grabbing onto his jean jacket and dragging him out of my closet.
He rolled his eyes as if I had asked the stupidest question in the world. "Because. . ." He replied aggravated. "I kicked them off my feet last night, and I didn't watch where they flew, and your closet is in direct path from my bed. Duh. . ." He added for good measure.
I blinked. "Stupid me. Why didn't I think of that?" The sarcasm that was laced with my words went completely over his head.
He shrugged and went back to searching through my closet. I sighed and sat down on my bed and looked over at him, watching Averman carefully just in case he came across something breakable.
"Eureka!" He yelped coming up with a red converse shoe and began to shove it on his foot. He stopped and frowned, reaching into his shoe pulling out a little piece of black plastic. He frowned and looked it over. "Banks? Why are you putting black computer disks into my shoes?"
I jumped off my bed and grabbed the disk out of his hands, looking it over. Josie's name in big bold letters stood out on the label. Shit, I forgot to get rid of it. "I didn't; it must've fallen from a shelf." I replied quickly grabbing my coat from the hook on the back of the door and slipping my arms into it, and shoving the disk in my pocket. "I'm hungry. I'm going to go. See you later." I rambled at a lightning speed, making sure I had my keys. "We have practice at four!" I reminded him as I slammed the door behind me and rushed down the hall.
God! How could I be so careless!
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My stomach dropped as I walked into the dining hall. Not because of the slop that the cafeteria women served me this morning, which vaguely looked like scrambled eggs, charred bacon and burnt toast (not that it doesn't help), but because Josie was sitting with the Ducks. Not that I don't want my friends and my girlfriend interacting, in fact I encourage it full- heartedly, but I have major incriminating evidence in my pocket that I was almost certain that I disposed of, but obviously, seeing it was in my pocket, didn't.
I met eyes with Ken who immediately waved me over to our regular table. "Adam!" He called waving his hand in greeting.
Josie turned around in her chair, disrupting the regular loud debate that she and Charlie have almost everyday before school, usually about hockey and sometimes it strays off into the consistent argument of men versus women which neither would give up on. I think everyone has agreed that they argue for one sole reason: they both love to argue. "Hey!" she grinned blowing a quick kiss to me and motioning to the open seat beside her before her attention shifted back to Charlie on her right.
I smiled and took the seat poking the metal fork at the yellow rubbery eggs.
"Charlie! I can't believe you would say that! Women can do everything a man can do and more, sometimes even better than said man. Take Julie and Goldberg." She pointed out.
Charlie rolled his eyes. "Then why do they separate men and women in the Olympics? It's because men are clearly stronger, faster and better. And I have nothing against women, believe me, I love them to death, but its common knowledge that men are genetically stronger in those ways."
"What about Julie?"
Julie perked up from her book and smiled at Charlie. "Yeah Charlie, what about me?"
Charlie rolled his eyes. "Julie is an exception to that rule. Julie is like a really feminine guy."
"Thanks Charlie." Julie frowned and turned back to her book.
I rolled my eyes and decided now was the time to save one of my best friends from the quicksand this debate was slowly turning into, insuring the he could still possibly get a date before he blew it. "Josie, did you get last night's math homework?"
Josie looked over at me as if I were completely crazy. "We worked on it together you loser." She replied laughing. "Or did you forget?"
Charlie mouthed a quick thank-you and lowered his head so Josie wouldn't notice him and start up their daily argument again.
"Forgot I guess." I replied returning to poking the yellow rubber on my plate that seemed to jiggle oddly. I shivered. The one set back to staying at the Eden Hall dorms; the breakfasts sucked. Lunch and dinner were pretty good, but breakfast was the terrifying meal.
Josie looked down at my food and grimaced. "You do that everyday." She laughed setting an apple on my tray. "Stick to fresh fruit or cereal and you'll be fine."
I sighed and picked up the apple, even though it pained me that she was right. She hadn't even been here a year and she knew that. Why was I so slow at this? "Thanks." I mumbled. I couldn't bear to look her in the eyes. I felt as if I were going to be sick. "I got to get my books." I mumbled and quickly got up.
Josie got up with me. "I'll come. My photography class is right around the corner from your locker." She smiled.
"No!" I yelped, getting odd looks from everyone on my team, and possibly the surrounding tables. "I've got to go to my dorms. I forgot my . . ." Crap I didn't think that far ahead. ". . . Gym clothes?" I scolded myself for coming up with a lie so lame. "And I don't want to make you late."
She blinked confused as she settled back into her seat, looking up at me. "Oh . . . okay." Her voice wavered slightly. "I'll see you at lunch then."
I blinked. "Can't . . . I'm . . . going to start researching this big project during lunch." I explained away. Gah! I can't believe myself. I'm such a jerk.
She frowned rubbing her neck nervously as an embarrassed blush crept onto her cheeks. "You are coming to math right? I mean you aren't skipping it; are you?"
I nodded quickly. Hopefully by then I'll have my thoughts straightened out. "Yeah, of course, math."
A tiny concerned smile slipped onto her lips. "Ok . . . I'll see you then."
I nodded, kissing her forehead quickly and fleeing the dining hall with an apple and my book bag not daring to look back at the disappointment that probably had taken over Josie's face. I could feel the guilt in my stomach bubble angrily. I shook my head as I rushed to my locker, twirling the lock with ease. What are you talking about Adam Banks?! My inner voice seemed to yell. That is not guilt you're hungry!
I nodded, trying to agree with him . . . it . . . whatever. I looked down at the bright green, Granny Smith apple and put it on the top shelf. It seemed to stare back at me. I shook my head again. I must look like the biggest freak; staring at an apple in my locker. What was my life coming to?
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I groaned as I sat down in my second period Spanish class. I really hated this class. I have nothing against the language or anything, it's just that I'm completely content with speaking English, and if I ever do travel to a foreign country; my father has enough money to hire a translator for me.
Unfortunately, Eden Hall has this weird rule about having to take a foreign language for two years to actually graduate and the choices were French, Spanish or German. I figured I'd take Spanish because I already knew how to count to three and how to say please. Oh joy.
Julie took a seat in front of me before class started and turned around to face me. "Hey Banksie, are you ok?"
I frowned. "What a stupid question." I scoffed at her. "Of course I'm ok." I replied with a sharp tongue. Wow, when did I become so cynical? I blinked, staring at her shocked face. "Sorry Jules. I'm not having a good day."
She bit her lip in concern, curling a piece of her hair behind her ear. "Obviously. What happened?" She whispered.
I shook my head. "I don't want to talk about it."
Julie bit her lip. "Is it Josie? Did something happen between you two?"
"No, nothing happened between Josie and I. It's a completely unrelated topic and it's completely irrational for you to think that something between me and Josie is amuck." I replied quickly, lying through my teeth.
Julie blinked unconvinced. "Those are some pretty big words for saying that you and Josie are fine."
"Josie and I are fine. Better?" I sighed.
Julie licked her lips. "No. I still think something is up, especially after what happened at breakfast." The second bell tolled around us and she got up to take her assigned seat near the back of the class.
"Nothing happened at breakfast!" I called after her.
"Sure."
I sighed and rested my chin on the heel of my hand.
"¡Hola la clase!" Our perky Spanish teacher said in a thick accent. "¿Estamos listos para empezar?"
"Sí . . ." Our entire class replied in monotone.
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A/N: Ok I can't do a big author's note because I have my parentals breathing down my neck (something about being on the computer too much . . .), so I'm going to say (quickly) that I'm excited, that you're excited about my sequel! I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I can't wait to hear feedback!
Shout outs!
OreoLine00- Hey you! Yes it's finally up! I was excited to post it and it's even better when I get reviews like yours, despite the odd randomness . . . I'm not hungry . . . *blinks*. Yup! New chapter and I updated quick! I'm proud! Good job!! Go Panthers!! *waves pom-poms in your school colors* Good luck on your next game, whenever that is!
Joc- Oh. . . I know! I felt so bad for writing such a long story for your sake! But then I talked to Katie and she said I was crazy for thinking that because she was glad it was long . . . and then I got really confuzzled! But I'm always like that! Read Don't Speak at your leisure! No pressure! I don't think I'll whip you with a wet noodle because that's just odd, if that's ok. You liked my jerkiness paragraph? Killer!! Jay reminds you of your dad? Ok . . . that's odd. If you get confused just ask me or Katie, seeing she's basically an expert on my story. . . As soon as you figure out what you were going to say, drop me a line ok? I can't wait for your next review! Later!!
Beaner!!- I'm getting really angry at my spellchecker because whenever I type in your nickname it keeps changing it to Beanery and that's just weird. I don't even know what a beanery is! Yeah, her journal. Adam did a bad bad thing and I'm not going to say if she would be mad because that would give away my plot! For now, Adam is racked with guilt and I'm not saying anything more. Yes, I miss Guy and all his sexy goodness *wipes away drool* but I have Adam and Fulton and they aren't bad entire. I mean Adam has his sexy goodness and those baby blue eyes and Fulton he has . . . well he's Fulton!! Not too bad eh?? You don't have to sing in all your reviews! They get too long and my inbox got all bitchy because of it. *sighs* stupid hotmail. Yeah, I won't take Guy back. I promise. I miss him though. Give him a squeeze for me ok? Later!
Shelbers- Using a friend's computer hmmm . . . okay! I thought it would be a cool set up! I hope you liked this chapter seeing we're back into Eden Hall. Anyways! Later!
Rachel- Yes it's here! Did you ever doubt me? Yeah, my computer had a blip and that's my excuse! I bet it's not that boring in Washington! My goal is to visit all 50 states one day! Not sure why! *sends Averman a virtual huggle* We miss you too!! Adam especially! He misses his roommate, but of course, him being the manly man that he is *Fulton snorts behind Katie* *author turns and slaps Fulton in the gut* he would never admit that. Sorry that you weren't in the last chapter, but you were kind of implied. When Charlie said a bunch of the guys were going down to the pond, you were included. No worries. I'm planning on having you in the story like crazy. You've one of my favorites you know! I have witty humor *blushes*. You're too sweet. Jay, was creepy when he was nice? Well he'll make a couple of appearances too. Oh, and we kind of had a flash forward here, so the Ducks were good little Ducklings and didn't break him out of his 'jail'. Yes, I'm back to normal and hopefully I'll have my regular *world famous* updates as usual! Take care of Les for me! Later!
Angela (SqUiDsLiLpYrO) - Ok I checked your profile to find an easier name to write. As much as I love your screen name, it is a bitch to type out! So, I'm going to just put your author's notes under your first name ok? I couldn't have picked a better time to put up this story? Killer! My spring break unfortunately is coming to a close as well *sigh*. However this means more updates for you so I can relax and get rid off all of my stress. It's all good. Yeah, that evil evil disk. *shrugs* we'll see what happens won't we? I'm glad you enjoy my sequel and have fun drooling over Mike Vitar!! *giggles* Later!!
Ok, that's all my shout outs! Okay . . . let's see what do I have to say about this chapter. Oh, excuse my Spanish! I've never taken Spanish in my life, and I'm just using a free translation site on the net! So please don't review me saying that 'you said the donkey puts his hand up and wags his tail, in Spanish! Are you on crack?' *laughs* Ok, I doubt it actually says that, but I'm just a lowly Canadian, who has taken French her entire life and I only know how to say hello, count to three, and please in Spanish. It should have said, 'Hello class, are you ready to begin?' Uh . . . That's about it, so yeah, I'll try not to use anymore Spanish, but it was kind of necessary seeing they were in Spanish class. Anyways, that's it. Later!
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I woke up suddenly to a rustling in my room. I smirked know exactly what was going on. Poor, poor Averman; he never was the quiet, sneaky type. I reached behind me and grabbed onto one of the extra hockey sticks that were everywhere around our room and sat up abruptly.
"Averman put down my clean pants and slowly step away from them before I visualize your head as the puck." I ordered, rolling my eyes. "And everyone, else the same." I replied in monotone. I shook my head at the usual suspects; Averman, Dwayne, Russ, Goldberg and Mendoza.
Averman tossed my clean khakis on the floor in mock anger. "Damn it Banks! The polite thing to do would be to pretend that you didn't hear us and not bust us."
I rolled my eyes and got out of bed, collecting my clean clothes from their arms and tossing them on my bed. So much for freshly pressed. I turned around and frowned at them all. "What were you doing anyways?"
Averman nodded and Dwayne who tossed an aerosol can at me which I quickly caught. I turned it over and quickly looked over the label. "Spray stench?"
Russ shrugged and smirked. "Extra strength."
I sighed. "Ok, everyone out." I replied ushering the Ducks out into the hall, Averman included. "Out, out. Take your spray stench." I replied shoving the can into Russ's arms.
Averman panicked. "Banksie, you can't kick me out! I'm not ready and my key is in my coat!" He yelped trying to push past me.
I shrugged. "Should've thought of that before you tried to spray stench me." I mocked closing the door in his face and locking it quickly behind me. Ah . . . pay back against a roommate is always sweet.
"Banksie!" I heard Averman yelp as he flung his entire body at the door.
I chuckled as I grabbed a white button up shirt and threw it over me shoulders and doing up the buttons one by one and grabbing a grey sweater from my closet and pulling it over my head.
A thud on the other side of the door interrupted me looking for a pair of less wrinkled khakis. "Banks!" Averman yelled again, his fists probably pounding on the door.
"It's your own fault! I laughed as I pulled on my pants and walked over to the door letting him in before walking into our washroom. "But I'm a merciful person."
Averman eyed me as he rubbed his shoulder, obviously the one he had been using to run into our door. "It was just a joke." He grumbled as walked over to his bed and looked under it.
I placed my comb back into its usual spot. "A joke, which would make me smell like a gym sock all day."
"Actually a couple of weeks. The spray is waterproof." He replied opening my closet doors and tearing through the bottom of it.
I frowned as he tossed some of my hockey stuff across the room. "Hey, why are you going through my closet?!" I yelped collecting my stuff off the floor and putting it on my bed beside my large pile of clothes.
"My shoe; It's gone." He replied crawling further into my closet.
"And why would they be in my closet?" I asked shaking my head grabbing onto his jean jacket and dragging him out of my closet.
He rolled his eyes as if I had asked the stupidest question in the world. "Because. . ." He replied aggravated. "I kicked them off my feet last night, and I didn't watch where they flew, and your closet is in direct path from my bed. Duh. . ." He added for good measure.
I blinked. "Stupid me. Why didn't I think of that?" The sarcasm that was laced with my words went completely over his head.
He shrugged and went back to searching through my closet. I sighed and sat down on my bed and looked over at him, watching Averman carefully just in case he came across something breakable.
"Eureka!" He yelped coming up with a red converse shoe and began to shove it on his foot. He stopped and frowned, reaching into his shoe pulling out a little piece of black plastic. He frowned and looked it over. "Banks? Why are you putting black computer disks into my shoes?"
I jumped off my bed and grabbed the disk out of his hands, looking it over. Josie's name in big bold letters stood out on the label. Shit, I forgot to get rid of it. "I didn't; it must've fallen from a shelf." I replied quickly grabbing my coat from the hook on the back of the door and slipping my arms into it, and shoving the disk in my pocket. "I'm hungry. I'm going to go. See you later." I rambled at a lightning speed, making sure I had my keys. "We have practice at four!" I reminded him as I slammed the door behind me and rushed down the hall.
God! How could I be so careless!
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My stomach dropped as I walked into the dining hall. Not because of the slop that the cafeteria women served me this morning, which vaguely looked like scrambled eggs, charred bacon and burnt toast (not that it doesn't help), but because Josie was sitting with the Ducks. Not that I don't want my friends and my girlfriend interacting, in fact I encourage it full- heartedly, but I have major incriminating evidence in my pocket that I was almost certain that I disposed of, but obviously, seeing it was in my pocket, didn't.
I met eyes with Ken who immediately waved me over to our regular table. "Adam!" He called waving his hand in greeting.
Josie turned around in her chair, disrupting the regular loud debate that she and Charlie have almost everyday before school, usually about hockey and sometimes it strays off into the consistent argument of men versus women which neither would give up on. I think everyone has agreed that they argue for one sole reason: they both love to argue. "Hey!" she grinned blowing a quick kiss to me and motioning to the open seat beside her before her attention shifted back to Charlie on her right.
I smiled and took the seat poking the metal fork at the yellow rubbery eggs.
"Charlie! I can't believe you would say that! Women can do everything a man can do and more, sometimes even better than said man. Take Julie and Goldberg." She pointed out.
Charlie rolled his eyes. "Then why do they separate men and women in the Olympics? It's because men are clearly stronger, faster and better. And I have nothing against women, believe me, I love them to death, but its common knowledge that men are genetically stronger in those ways."
"What about Julie?"
Julie perked up from her book and smiled at Charlie. "Yeah Charlie, what about me?"
Charlie rolled his eyes. "Julie is an exception to that rule. Julie is like a really feminine guy."
"Thanks Charlie." Julie frowned and turned back to her book.
I rolled my eyes and decided now was the time to save one of my best friends from the quicksand this debate was slowly turning into, insuring the he could still possibly get a date before he blew it. "Josie, did you get last night's math homework?"
Josie looked over at me as if I were completely crazy. "We worked on it together you loser." She replied laughing. "Or did you forget?"
Charlie mouthed a quick thank-you and lowered his head so Josie wouldn't notice him and start up their daily argument again.
"Forgot I guess." I replied returning to poking the yellow rubber on my plate that seemed to jiggle oddly. I shivered. The one set back to staying at the Eden Hall dorms; the breakfasts sucked. Lunch and dinner were pretty good, but breakfast was the terrifying meal.
Josie looked down at my food and grimaced. "You do that everyday." She laughed setting an apple on my tray. "Stick to fresh fruit or cereal and you'll be fine."
I sighed and picked up the apple, even though it pained me that she was right. She hadn't even been here a year and she knew that. Why was I so slow at this? "Thanks." I mumbled. I couldn't bear to look her in the eyes. I felt as if I were going to be sick. "I got to get my books." I mumbled and quickly got up.
Josie got up with me. "I'll come. My photography class is right around the corner from your locker." She smiled.
"No!" I yelped, getting odd looks from everyone on my team, and possibly the surrounding tables. "I've got to go to my dorms. I forgot my . . ." Crap I didn't think that far ahead. ". . . Gym clothes?" I scolded myself for coming up with a lie so lame. "And I don't want to make you late."
She blinked confused as she settled back into her seat, looking up at me. "Oh . . . okay." Her voice wavered slightly. "I'll see you at lunch then."
I blinked. "Can't . . . I'm . . . going to start researching this big project during lunch." I explained away. Gah! I can't believe myself. I'm such a jerk.
She frowned rubbing her neck nervously as an embarrassed blush crept onto her cheeks. "You are coming to math right? I mean you aren't skipping it; are you?"
I nodded quickly. Hopefully by then I'll have my thoughts straightened out. "Yeah, of course, math."
A tiny concerned smile slipped onto her lips. "Ok . . . I'll see you then."
I nodded, kissing her forehead quickly and fleeing the dining hall with an apple and my book bag not daring to look back at the disappointment that probably had taken over Josie's face. I could feel the guilt in my stomach bubble angrily. I shook my head as I rushed to my locker, twirling the lock with ease. What are you talking about Adam Banks?! My inner voice seemed to yell. That is not guilt you're hungry!
I nodded, trying to agree with him . . . it . . . whatever. I looked down at the bright green, Granny Smith apple and put it on the top shelf. It seemed to stare back at me. I shook my head again. I must look like the biggest freak; staring at an apple in my locker. What was my life coming to?
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I groaned as I sat down in my second period Spanish class. I really hated this class. I have nothing against the language or anything, it's just that I'm completely content with speaking English, and if I ever do travel to a foreign country; my father has enough money to hire a translator for me.
Unfortunately, Eden Hall has this weird rule about having to take a foreign language for two years to actually graduate and the choices were French, Spanish or German. I figured I'd take Spanish because I already knew how to count to three and how to say please. Oh joy.
Julie took a seat in front of me before class started and turned around to face me. "Hey Banksie, are you ok?"
I frowned. "What a stupid question." I scoffed at her. "Of course I'm ok." I replied with a sharp tongue. Wow, when did I become so cynical? I blinked, staring at her shocked face. "Sorry Jules. I'm not having a good day."
She bit her lip in concern, curling a piece of her hair behind her ear. "Obviously. What happened?" She whispered.
I shook my head. "I don't want to talk about it."
Julie bit her lip. "Is it Josie? Did something happen between you two?"
"No, nothing happened between Josie and I. It's a completely unrelated topic and it's completely irrational for you to think that something between me and Josie is amuck." I replied quickly, lying through my teeth.
Julie blinked unconvinced. "Those are some pretty big words for saying that you and Josie are fine."
"Josie and I are fine. Better?" I sighed.
Julie licked her lips. "No. I still think something is up, especially after what happened at breakfast." The second bell tolled around us and she got up to take her assigned seat near the back of the class.
"Nothing happened at breakfast!" I called after her.
"Sure."
I sighed and rested my chin on the heel of my hand.
"¡Hola la clase!" Our perky Spanish teacher said in a thick accent. "¿Estamos listos para empezar?"
"Sí . . ." Our entire class replied in monotone.
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A/N: Ok I can't do a big author's note because I have my parentals breathing down my neck (something about being on the computer too much . . .), so I'm going to say (quickly) that I'm excited, that you're excited about my sequel! I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I can't wait to hear feedback!
Shout outs!
OreoLine00- Hey you! Yes it's finally up! I was excited to post it and it's even better when I get reviews like yours, despite the odd randomness . . . I'm not hungry . . . *blinks*. Yup! New chapter and I updated quick! I'm proud! Good job!! Go Panthers!! *waves pom-poms in your school colors* Good luck on your next game, whenever that is!
Joc- Oh. . . I know! I felt so bad for writing such a long story for your sake! But then I talked to Katie and she said I was crazy for thinking that because she was glad it was long . . . and then I got really confuzzled! But I'm always like that! Read Don't Speak at your leisure! No pressure! I don't think I'll whip you with a wet noodle because that's just odd, if that's ok. You liked my jerkiness paragraph? Killer!! Jay reminds you of your dad? Ok . . . that's odd. If you get confused just ask me or Katie, seeing she's basically an expert on my story. . . As soon as you figure out what you were going to say, drop me a line ok? I can't wait for your next review! Later!!
Beaner!!- I'm getting really angry at my spellchecker because whenever I type in your nickname it keeps changing it to Beanery and that's just weird. I don't even know what a beanery is! Yeah, her journal. Adam did a bad bad thing and I'm not going to say if she would be mad because that would give away my plot! For now, Adam is racked with guilt and I'm not saying anything more. Yes, I miss Guy and all his sexy goodness *wipes away drool* but I have Adam and Fulton and they aren't bad entire. I mean Adam has his sexy goodness and those baby blue eyes and Fulton he has . . . well he's Fulton!! Not too bad eh?? You don't have to sing in all your reviews! They get too long and my inbox got all bitchy because of it. *sighs* stupid hotmail. Yeah, I won't take Guy back. I promise. I miss him though. Give him a squeeze for me ok? Later!
Shelbers- Using a friend's computer hmmm . . . okay! I thought it would be a cool set up! I hope you liked this chapter seeing we're back into Eden Hall. Anyways! Later!
Rachel- Yes it's here! Did you ever doubt me? Yeah, my computer had a blip and that's my excuse! I bet it's not that boring in Washington! My goal is to visit all 50 states one day! Not sure why! *sends Averman a virtual huggle* We miss you too!! Adam especially! He misses his roommate, but of course, him being the manly man that he is *Fulton snorts behind Katie* *author turns and slaps Fulton in the gut* he would never admit that. Sorry that you weren't in the last chapter, but you were kind of implied. When Charlie said a bunch of the guys were going down to the pond, you were included. No worries. I'm planning on having you in the story like crazy. You've one of my favorites you know! I have witty humor *blushes*. You're too sweet. Jay, was creepy when he was nice? Well he'll make a couple of appearances too. Oh, and we kind of had a flash forward here, so the Ducks were good little Ducklings and didn't break him out of his 'jail'. Yes, I'm back to normal and hopefully I'll have my regular *world famous* updates as usual! Take care of Les for me! Later!
Angela (SqUiDsLiLpYrO) - Ok I checked your profile to find an easier name to write. As much as I love your screen name, it is a bitch to type out! So, I'm going to just put your author's notes under your first name ok? I couldn't have picked a better time to put up this story? Killer! My spring break unfortunately is coming to a close as well *sigh*. However this means more updates for you so I can relax and get rid off all of my stress. It's all good. Yeah, that evil evil disk. *shrugs* we'll see what happens won't we? I'm glad you enjoy my sequel and have fun drooling over Mike Vitar!! *giggles* Later!!
Ok, that's all my shout outs! Okay . . . let's see what do I have to say about this chapter. Oh, excuse my Spanish! I've never taken Spanish in my life, and I'm just using a free translation site on the net! So please don't review me saying that 'you said the donkey puts his hand up and wags his tail, in Spanish! Are you on crack?' *laughs* Ok, I doubt it actually says that, but I'm just a lowly Canadian, who has taken French her entire life and I only know how to say hello, count to three, and please in Spanish. It should have said, 'Hello class, are you ready to begin?' Uh . . . That's about it, so yeah, I'll try not to use anymore Spanish, but it was kind of necessary seeing they were in Spanish class. Anyways, that's it. Later!
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