A/N Alright GO ME! I've finally updated. Thanks to all those who reviewed
the last chapter, it meant a lot to me! Keep it up!
The rest of the weekend slowly ticked by. I spent most of it in my bedroom, starring at my walls or yelling at someone to leave me the hell alone. My Father left on Saturday night. He leaves a lot. We never spoke; he nodded at me but nothing more. I just can't get him.
Monday morning came way too slowly for me. School's better than home, well most of the time. Today was not. I didn't do any homework, my bad, but why do teachers have to get all in your face about it.... I caught up with my "friends" for lunch. They were the in crowd, and according to my Country Club membership I belonged with them. But I don't know, I'd much rather hang out with Varsity but then I'm just the tag along little brother, which gets really annoying. I could go eat with the ducks.... Right! They irritated me the highest level. Just watching the morons pissed me off.
"Hello," Some girl said a real attitude in her voice. All prep girls have major attitude, guess they same thing could be said about me...
"What?" I asked matching her tone.
"You were totally ignoring me." She said uh-ing with her friend, she tossed her perfect blonde hair and just stormed off muttering something about my Ass hole tendency who couldn't have gotten her if I wanted too.
"Nice one Banks," Nick said sitting down next to me. It's weird were roommates who belong to the same clique, and are ex-best friends and have hardly spoke ten words to each other since we've gotten to Eden Hall.
"Thanks," I said just shrugging. "So," I said after a long silence.
"So," he said back. We both laughed a little neither knowing why. "This is weird."
"Yep," I paused "How's you Mom,"
"Great," He said smiling, "She's been in remission for three years,"
"That's great.." I paused feeling bad, "I'm sorry I couldn't be there more, but you know my Dad was all freaked when the Ducks won, he shipped me off to a private school with a better hockey program before I could blink." I explained, trying to make myself feel better more than him.
"Hey at least you called, not many Hawks even bothered with that," I smiled feeling slightly better. Maybe there is one good thing about this clique...
Things had vaguely seemed better after lunch. Not much but marginally. I was officially buried in homework that I barley understood and had practice from three till six, which leave me very little time to get all this shit done. I feel a late night coming. I headed to my locker between fifth and sixth to drop off all my books, that way I could book my ass to hockey practice on time. I opened my locker easily but jumped out of my skin.
There was a duck in my locker. A real life duck that flew straight at me. I ducked and it landed on the floor honking at me. Everyone in the hallway cracked up, well until I gave them the death stare. What in God name is a duck doing in my locker... I rolled my eyes when it hit me, the Ducks of course, Ha ha very funny. I turned my attention back to my locker; they'd egged my locker. How did they even get in my locker? What the hell kind of hockey team is this, I mean a Duck in a locker... It's cruelty to animals. Not to mention a hell of a mess. I pulled out my once nice Jansport backpack that had been filled with feathers mind you. I wanted to go find Conway and beat his ass into the ground or beat this head in or something, but instead I turned and went back to dealing with my mess. I would get them later. The bell rang so I was left alone in a hallway, with a Duck and about six-dozen eggs, not to mention the feathers.
"What happened to you?" Scooter asked pulling up next to me. His locker was directly next to mine. I like Scott, he's Varsity goalie and my brothers best friend, and he's always late, for everything.
"Ducks," I said looking down at the eggs that had fallen to the floor.
"Don't you mean Duck," He said laughing pointing down to the Duck, who had finally calmed down and was walking around honking.
"Oh very funny," I said, "What should I do, I'm late for class and my book has been egged." I said holding up my Algebra book.
He looked at me for a minute then walked across the hallway. He jimmied open a locker, how I have no idea. But it swung open; I crinkled my nose at the messy locker.
"Book," He said. I handed him my nice egged book, he slid out an Algebra book and replaced it with my egged one. He closed up the locker looking quite pleased with himself.
"Wait, isn't that mean." I said stopping him before he ran off.
"He's Captain Duckey, let him deal with his mess." A smile inched across my lips this was good. I always liked Scooter.
I said thanks and he ran off to class. I walked over and closed my locker, "You behave," I said to the Duck, he just honked at me. What else was I suppose to do with him?
I was about half way to class when it dawned on me. Conway was a Sophomore, I smirked Captain Duck was still in Algebra. The teacher reamed me for being late but nothing big, not even detention. I slumped down in my chair and zoned out till the bell rang.
After class I was asked to the principles office where I was interrogated. The Dean had eyewitness accounts from the entire JV hockey team that I had put a Duck in my locker, I was supposedly planning on egging the locker room and letting a Duck fly around, but they had caught me. My brilliant plan had been discovered
At least they covered the tracts. I have to admit Conway did a hell of a job, a prank and he blamed it one me. Now to back track and pull the "I've been framed card", to just yell pulling the "how dare you accuse me of doing this do you have any idea who I am" card. I choose the latter, and luckily it worked. I even got an apology. That's the one good thing about living with my Dad, I've learned the fine art how to be a real ass and get what you want in the process.
I left not sure whether or not I should be looking forward to practice. I mean how to respond?
An hour later I strolled into the locker room head held high, I'm a Banks I don't know how to walk any other way. There snickers filled the locker room and I just smiled back. I walked straight back to Orion office.
I knock, "Coach Orion sir, I know your bust but if I could just have one moment of your time?" I asked fake cheeriness dripping from my voice.
"Yes Adam," He said not looking over joyed at the idea of talking to me. I heard the locker room fall silent. Oh they had it coming. "What's on your mind?"
"Well I was just in the Dean office, giving him a message from my Father you know, their such good friends. When he asked me to give these to you, he seems concerned." I handed over a stack of papers.
"What are these?" He asked flipping through them.
"Oh, just some progress reports, seem the ducky haven't been doing their homework. Now if my memory serves me right, you have a very strict B average rule. Don't you Coach Orion." I turned and walked out. That's right Captain duck you messed with the wrong man.
A/n So how was it??? Anyway a little note for all those who are reading Family Ties, I've hit a brick wall with the story, so any advise, encouragement, or anything you didn't really like would be GREATLY appreciated! Rachel
The rest of the weekend slowly ticked by. I spent most of it in my bedroom, starring at my walls or yelling at someone to leave me the hell alone. My Father left on Saturday night. He leaves a lot. We never spoke; he nodded at me but nothing more. I just can't get him.
Monday morning came way too slowly for me. School's better than home, well most of the time. Today was not. I didn't do any homework, my bad, but why do teachers have to get all in your face about it.... I caught up with my "friends" for lunch. They were the in crowd, and according to my Country Club membership I belonged with them. But I don't know, I'd much rather hang out with Varsity but then I'm just the tag along little brother, which gets really annoying. I could go eat with the ducks.... Right! They irritated me the highest level. Just watching the morons pissed me off.
"Hello," Some girl said a real attitude in her voice. All prep girls have major attitude, guess they same thing could be said about me...
"What?" I asked matching her tone.
"You were totally ignoring me." She said uh-ing with her friend, she tossed her perfect blonde hair and just stormed off muttering something about my Ass hole tendency who couldn't have gotten her if I wanted too.
"Nice one Banks," Nick said sitting down next to me. It's weird were roommates who belong to the same clique, and are ex-best friends and have hardly spoke ten words to each other since we've gotten to Eden Hall.
"Thanks," I said just shrugging. "So," I said after a long silence.
"So," he said back. We both laughed a little neither knowing why. "This is weird."
"Yep," I paused "How's you Mom,"
"Great," He said smiling, "She's been in remission for three years,"
"That's great.." I paused feeling bad, "I'm sorry I couldn't be there more, but you know my Dad was all freaked when the Ducks won, he shipped me off to a private school with a better hockey program before I could blink." I explained, trying to make myself feel better more than him.
"Hey at least you called, not many Hawks even bothered with that," I smiled feeling slightly better. Maybe there is one good thing about this clique...
Things had vaguely seemed better after lunch. Not much but marginally. I was officially buried in homework that I barley understood and had practice from three till six, which leave me very little time to get all this shit done. I feel a late night coming. I headed to my locker between fifth and sixth to drop off all my books, that way I could book my ass to hockey practice on time. I opened my locker easily but jumped out of my skin.
There was a duck in my locker. A real life duck that flew straight at me. I ducked and it landed on the floor honking at me. Everyone in the hallway cracked up, well until I gave them the death stare. What in God name is a duck doing in my locker... I rolled my eyes when it hit me, the Ducks of course, Ha ha very funny. I turned my attention back to my locker; they'd egged my locker. How did they even get in my locker? What the hell kind of hockey team is this, I mean a Duck in a locker... It's cruelty to animals. Not to mention a hell of a mess. I pulled out my once nice Jansport backpack that had been filled with feathers mind you. I wanted to go find Conway and beat his ass into the ground or beat this head in or something, but instead I turned and went back to dealing with my mess. I would get them later. The bell rang so I was left alone in a hallway, with a Duck and about six-dozen eggs, not to mention the feathers.
"What happened to you?" Scooter asked pulling up next to me. His locker was directly next to mine. I like Scott, he's Varsity goalie and my brothers best friend, and he's always late, for everything.
"Ducks," I said looking down at the eggs that had fallen to the floor.
"Don't you mean Duck," He said laughing pointing down to the Duck, who had finally calmed down and was walking around honking.
"Oh very funny," I said, "What should I do, I'm late for class and my book has been egged." I said holding up my Algebra book.
He looked at me for a minute then walked across the hallway. He jimmied open a locker, how I have no idea. But it swung open; I crinkled my nose at the messy locker.
"Book," He said. I handed him my nice egged book, he slid out an Algebra book and replaced it with my egged one. He closed up the locker looking quite pleased with himself.
"Wait, isn't that mean." I said stopping him before he ran off.
"He's Captain Duckey, let him deal with his mess." A smile inched across my lips this was good. I always liked Scooter.
I said thanks and he ran off to class. I walked over and closed my locker, "You behave," I said to the Duck, he just honked at me. What else was I suppose to do with him?
I was about half way to class when it dawned on me. Conway was a Sophomore, I smirked Captain Duck was still in Algebra. The teacher reamed me for being late but nothing big, not even detention. I slumped down in my chair and zoned out till the bell rang.
After class I was asked to the principles office where I was interrogated. The Dean had eyewitness accounts from the entire JV hockey team that I had put a Duck in my locker, I was supposedly planning on egging the locker room and letting a Duck fly around, but they had caught me. My brilliant plan had been discovered
At least they covered the tracts. I have to admit Conway did a hell of a job, a prank and he blamed it one me. Now to back track and pull the "I've been framed card", to just yell pulling the "how dare you accuse me of doing this do you have any idea who I am" card. I choose the latter, and luckily it worked. I even got an apology. That's the one good thing about living with my Dad, I've learned the fine art how to be a real ass and get what you want in the process.
I left not sure whether or not I should be looking forward to practice. I mean how to respond?
An hour later I strolled into the locker room head held high, I'm a Banks I don't know how to walk any other way. There snickers filled the locker room and I just smiled back. I walked straight back to Orion office.
I knock, "Coach Orion sir, I know your bust but if I could just have one moment of your time?" I asked fake cheeriness dripping from my voice.
"Yes Adam," He said not looking over joyed at the idea of talking to me. I heard the locker room fall silent. Oh they had it coming. "What's on your mind?"
"Well I was just in the Dean office, giving him a message from my Father you know, their such good friends. When he asked me to give these to you, he seems concerned." I handed over a stack of papers.
"What are these?" He asked flipping through them.
"Oh, just some progress reports, seem the ducky haven't been doing their homework. Now if my memory serves me right, you have a very strict B average rule. Don't you Coach Orion." I turned and walked out. That's right Captain duck you messed with the wrong man.
A/n So how was it??? Anyway a little note for all those who are reading Family Ties, I've hit a brick wall with the story, so any advise, encouragement, or anything you didn't really like would be GREATLY appreciated! Rachel