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Danish girl, Adrianna3, Anne918, and of course Spikey!
Dana- I actually knew it was Dean Buckley but I never really liked him, and with that large of a school I would assume there would be more than one Dean. That just my opion thought! I have been having problems with Coach Orion, but Adam is meant to be an ass right now. Thanks for telling me the truth, I really appreciate, I hope you like the next chapter and just let me know if you think of any thing else.
Nebula2 Thanks for giving my humble little story a second chance.
Six came to damn early. The alarm clock rang sending a piercing shriek in to my ears mixing oh so lovely with the pounding my head was already doing. I pulled a pillow over my head. The alarm stopped and Nick pulled the pillow off my head.
"Up and at um." He said in an annoyingly happy tone.
I sat up groggily suddenly regretting the whole party. I'd had hangovers before but I always would stay home claiming I was sick. At Eden Hal if you missed a class you had to go to the nurses office to tell them why. Uh yes I was going to tell my snooty flooty school that I was going to need a sick day because I partyed way to hard last night.
"Knock knock." Jason said opening the door. I looked over to find him also disgustingly perky. I sent him over the death glare and he cracked up. "You so suck at drinking." He said handing over nice warm black coffee. I got dressed in autopilot groaning every few minutes. All my classes just drowned on and on. Don't ask me what happened in any of them, because I have no idea. In fact I'm not sure if I went to all the right classes. Oh well.
Coach Orion decided to hold practice right after our last class. I was no longer fully dead but still thought a bullet in the head my might be better.
"Dud what's wrong with you?" Russ Tyler asked me when I sat down next to him.
"I'm hung over." I said looking at him like he was stupid. Hadn't he ever seen a hung over person before?
"What?" asked Guy Germaine, who sat on the other side of me.
"I drank too much last night." I said getting tired of twenty questions. "You can't tell me you haven't ever done that before."
"I've never been drunk. In fact I've never tried alcohol." Guy said looking down at the floor. I looked over at Russ next he shook his head no.
"Wait a minute you guys don't party? What the hell kinda team is this?" I asked no one in particular.
"Well excuses us for not breaking the law. Besides drinking is bad for you." Julie Gaffney said from across the locker room.
"Uh spare me the righteousness alright. It's none of your business." I said I grabbed my stick and headed out to the ice, leaving the team to finish dressing.
"So let me get this straight," said Dean Portman, "I have to put up with Mr. Beverly hills 902 whatever, whose a complete little punk, who probably has a brand new benz, get to go to all the parties that we cant get into," Charlie looked up over at Portman. He was right, but what could they do about it.
"Gets to make out with women we can only dream of." Lois added looking dreamily into space. Charlie cracked a smile at the remark that was there Lois.
"Just because Mr. Worbucks is his Daddy." Connie finished for them. There went Connie; her obsession with Annie had never died.
Charlie felt all there eyes shift over to him. Their captain, there cool head in bad situations. Uh, I don't know what to say, his brain screamed at him, he rested his head in his hands trying to clear his head, think of something to tell them.
"I'll figure it out. Don't worry about him right now, just go out there and have a good practice. The JV Varsity game is in two weeks, we need to practice." Hopefully that can tide them over until I can figure this out.
The team took that and went to join Banks out on the ice.
By the end of practice Coach Orion was pissed, and everyone knew it. Banks could not keep the puck, his passes sucked, and his pace was probably a little slower that a snail. The Ducks were still skating strong but they couldn't quiet pull it together.
He followed the team into the locker room, trying to keep his cool. He found last year that talking to them worked better than yelling.
"Banks what was going on out there?"
"I'm just having on off day. I'll be back Tommrow." Banks replied, he looked pale and tired.
"How can some one be amazing one day and barley able to hold a stick the next." Orion bellowed back.
"He told us he was hung over," Julie said stripping off her outer layer of pads. Adams head snapped up glaring at her.
"Is that the truth Banks?" Adam stared hard at the floor but nodded. Looking back up into his coach's eyes.
"Look yeah I got drunk, and yea that's wrong but it won't happen again. It was just a little congratulation party the Varsity team threw for me. I don't drink very."
"No, that statement should be I don't drink. You are underage and you will not play on this team if your idea of partying is going out and getting hammered all the time. You got that?"
"Yes sir, Coach Orion." Adam said not with much sprit. Coach walked out of the locker rooms with out another word spoken. "What the hell was with you telling Coach Orion?"
"Because it wrong, and someone needed to tell you that." Julie responded patently.
"Stay out of it. In fact don't talk to me and don't get involved in my business got that babe," I said stepping towards her slightly.
"Her name's Julie not babe," Portman said getting in front of Adam.
"Like I care," I said stepping past him and out the locker room. Someone followed after me but I kept up my pace.
"Hey," Jesse Hall grabbed my arm, "What's your problem man? You know what I was so pissed about you coming here and throwing around you preppy boy weight. But my Mom talked me into giving you the benefit of the doubt, but you know what I just found out you are the jerk I thought you were."
He let go of me and walked past me. I was standing there slightly shocked. My first thought was who the hell was he to come up to me and cock such a huge ass attitude. I headed back to my dorm room swearing to high heaven about Jesse Hall. When I got back to my room Nick looked up.
"What's up with you?" He asked as I truged in slammed the door and threw my backpack.
"I hate the hockey team. They such jerks. I mean they judged me and labeled me the preppy little rich boy before I'd even spoken one word and then this one girl told the coach I was hung over. Can you believe them I mean do they know who I am." But then my brain realized he was kinda right. I was acting like I had a stick up my ass. "oh my god, when did I become ea snob." I said sinking down in my chair.
Nick laughed lightly and looked over at me, "Well you weren't a snob in pewees so between the age of twelve and fifteen."
"Not helping," I said smiling at him.
"Well why are you being snobby to them?"
"There the ducks, and you know how they are. We were horrible to them, and well, I guess that nothing to do with huh. We were jerks to them not the other way around. I've just had a lot going on with my family. Huh, man I cant believe I did that to them. Just because they didn't like me it doesn't mean I had to be a complete jerk to them."
"Well then just try to be nice at the next practice, see how it goes."
"Yeah like that's going to happen." I mumbled flopping back on my bed I guess I'd have to wait and see.
Danish girl, Adrianna3, Anne918, and of course Spikey!
Dana- I actually knew it was Dean Buckley but I never really liked him, and with that large of a school I would assume there would be more than one Dean. That just my opion thought! I have been having problems with Coach Orion, but Adam is meant to be an ass right now. Thanks for telling me the truth, I really appreciate, I hope you like the next chapter and just let me know if you think of any thing else.
Nebula2 Thanks for giving my humble little story a second chance.
Six came to damn early. The alarm clock rang sending a piercing shriek in to my ears mixing oh so lovely with the pounding my head was already doing. I pulled a pillow over my head. The alarm stopped and Nick pulled the pillow off my head.
"Up and at um." He said in an annoyingly happy tone.
I sat up groggily suddenly regretting the whole party. I'd had hangovers before but I always would stay home claiming I was sick. At Eden Hal if you missed a class you had to go to the nurses office to tell them why. Uh yes I was going to tell my snooty flooty school that I was going to need a sick day because I partyed way to hard last night.
"Knock knock." Jason said opening the door. I looked over to find him also disgustingly perky. I sent him over the death glare and he cracked up. "You so suck at drinking." He said handing over nice warm black coffee. I got dressed in autopilot groaning every few minutes. All my classes just drowned on and on. Don't ask me what happened in any of them, because I have no idea. In fact I'm not sure if I went to all the right classes. Oh well.
Coach Orion decided to hold practice right after our last class. I was no longer fully dead but still thought a bullet in the head my might be better.
"Dud what's wrong with you?" Russ Tyler asked me when I sat down next to him.
"I'm hung over." I said looking at him like he was stupid. Hadn't he ever seen a hung over person before?
"What?" asked Guy Germaine, who sat on the other side of me.
"I drank too much last night." I said getting tired of twenty questions. "You can't tell me you haven't ever done that before."
"I've never been drunk. In fact I've never tried alcohol." Guy said looking down at the floor. I looked over at Russ next he shook his head no.
"Wait a minute you guys don't party? What the hell kinda team is this?" I asked no one in particular.
"Well excuses us for not breaking the law. Besides drinking is bad for you." Julie Gaffney said from across the locker room.
"Uh spare me the righteousness alright. It's none of your business." I said I grabbed my stick and headed out to the ice, leaving the team to finish dressing.
"So let me get this straight," said Dean Portman, "I have to put up with Mr. Beverly hills 902 whatever, whose a complete little punk, who probably has a brand new benz, get to go to all the parties that we cant get into," Charlie looked up over at Portman. He was right, but what could they do about it.
"Gets to make out with women we can only dream of." Lois added looking dreamily into space. Charlie cracked a smile at the remark that was there Lois.
"Just because Mr. Worbucks is his Daddy." Connie finished for them. There went Connie; her obsession with Annie had never died.
Charlie felt all there eyes shift over to him. Their captain, there cool head in bad situations. Uh, I don't know what to say, his brain screamed at him, he rested his head in his hands trying to clear his head, think of something to tell them.
"I'll figure it out. Don't worry about him right now, just go out there and have a good practice. The JV Varsity game is in two weeks, we need to practice." Hopefully that can tide them over until I can figure this out.
The team took that and went to join Banks out on the ice.
By the end of practice Coach Orion was pissed, and everyone knew it. Banks could not keep the puck, his passes sucked, and his pace was probably a little slower that a snail. The Ducks were still skating strong but they couldn't quiet pull it together.
He followed the team into the locker room, trying to keep his cool. He found last year that talking to them worked better than yelling.
"Banks what was going on out there?"
"I'm just having on off day. I'll be back Tommrow." Banks replied, he looked pale and tired.
"How can some one be amazing one day and barley able to hold a stick the next." Orion bellowed back.
"He told us he was hung over," Julie said stripping off her outer layer of pads. Adams head snapped up glaring at her.
"Is that the truth Banks?" Adam stared hard at the floor but nodded. Looking back up into his coach's eyes.
"Look yeah I got drunk, and yea that's wrong but it won't happen again. It was just a little congratulation party the Varsity team threw for me. I don't drink very."
"No, that statement should be I don't drink. You are underage and you will not play on this team if your idea of partying is going out and getting hammered all the time. You got that?"
"Yes sir, Coach Orion." Adam said not with much sprit. Coach walked out of the locker rooms with out another word spoken. "What the hell was with you telling Coach Orion?"
"Because it wrong, and someone needed to tell you that." Julie responded patently.
"Stay out of it. In fact don't talk to me and don't get involved in my business got that babe," I said stepping towards her slightly.
"Her name's Julie not babe," Portman said getting in front of Adam.
"Like I care," I said stepping past him and out the locker room. Someone followed after me but I kept up my pace.
"Hey," Jesse Hall grabbed my arm, "What's your problem man? You know what I was so pissed about you coming here and throwing around you preppy boy weight. But my Mom talked me into giving you the benefit of the doubt, but you know what I just found out you are the jerk I thought you were."
He let go of me and walked past me. I was standing there slightly shocked. My first thought was who the hell was he to come up to me and cock such a huge ass attitude. I headed back to my dorm room swearing to high heaven about Jesse Hall. When I got back to my room Nick looked up.
"What's up with you?" He asked as I truged in slammed the door and threw my backpack.
"I hate the hockey team. They such jerks. I mean they judged me and labeled me the preppy little rich boy before I'd even spoken one word and then this one girl told the coach I was hung over. Can you believe them I mean do they know who I am." But then my brain realized he was kinda right. I was acting like I had a stick up my ass. "oh my god, when did I become ea snob." I said sinking down in my chair.
Nick laughed lightly and looked over at me, "Well you weren't a snob in pewees so between the age of twelve and fifteen."
"Not helping," I said smiling at him.
"Well why are you being snobby to them?"
"There the ducks, and you know how they are. We were horrible to them, and well, I guess that nothing to do with huh. We were jerks to them not the other way around. I've just had a lot going on with my family. Huh, man I cant believe I did that to them. Just because they didn't like me it doesn't mean I had to be a complete jerk to them."
"Well then just try to be nice at the next practice, see how it goes."
"Yeah like that's going to happen." I mumbled flopping back on my bed I guess I'd have to wait and see.