A/N: This Chapter is dedicated to my friend Laura whom I have turned onto the Duck fandom!! Yay Laura! This one's for you!

Chapter 6: Duck Tape- the Tape made out of Ducks

"Mr. Banks, although the movie, 'Dude Where's my Car?' has some funny aspects that a teenager much like yourself might enjoy, I highly doubt either of the characters have any personality traits that they share with Romeo." My new English teacher scoffed as he slammed my paper onto my desk and continued down the row.

I rolled my eyes and looked at the giant red F on the right hand corner. I blinked and glared down at the sheet. I vaguely remember proving every point with proof from both the movie and the play.

I smirked when I realized that in fact I hadn't done that, and everything made little or no sense. I guess Alan was right. I shouldn't do homework in the condition I was in two nights before. Shrugging it off, I folded the paper twice and shoved it into the pocket of my khaki pants. Hm... I wonder if my mother was going to get a call on how I compared one of the greatest love stories of all time to a comedy about pot and 'super super hot space alien chicks'; should be an interesting conversation.

The last bell of the day rang around me and I dumped all my books into my backpack and swung it over my shoulder and bolted out of the room as quickly as I could, rushing to my locker so I could hang out with Drake and Alan and find out their plans for the weekend. Ahh... Fridays... God's gift to high school students.

As I twirled the combination lock on my locker, a quick, light tap on my shoulder interrupted me. I spun around and stared into a pair of deep brown eyes and nearly gagged. It was that Quinn girl that Alan was trying to get me to consider, that under normal circumstances I would never look twice at, mainly because I usually liked a challenge; however these weren't normal circumstances.

"You're Adam Banks, am I correct?" Every word fell gracefully from her glossy pink lips that I could almost see my reflection in. It kind of freaked me out on how much lip gloss some girls used. I wondered if that was the reason why Drake liked guys.

I popped out of my little theory and nodded quietly; thinking that maybe if she thought I was anti-social or quiet, she might just walk away. Girls like her like people who interact with them and talk just as quickly as they do. When she didn't move I realized I would be stuck in this limbo until I actually said something. "Yes I am. Why?"

She grinned, her mirror like lips spreading across her face. "I think I remember you. You lived in Edina for a while right? Played hockey for the Hawks? I lived, and actually still do live up the street from you!"

I smiled and nodded. I had no clue where this was all coming from. She must've taken something to get her this perky. She probably feels that everyone is judging her and she has to plaster on a bright smile whenever she walked into the room; a ray of fucking sunshine. "Yeah I remember." I lied. I had tried to block out every memory in that house that didn't include my father.

She grinned and tilted her head to the right. "That's great! No body likes being in a school where they don't know anyone. It's just not fun, isn't it?" She asked, not even waiting for my answer before continuing. "So anyways I'm throwing this little party this weekend because my parents are off to Tahoe for the week. It'd be awesome if you could come, bring a couple friends, make a couple friends." Her hand rose to my shoulder and ran her fingers down the sleeve of my shirt before she dropped her hand, allowing a pink tinge to stain her cheeks.

It was an obvious flirting technique she had probably picked up from some girly magazine that she read like a bible. And at that, I decided to mess with her head a little bit. I smirked slyly, pretending to flirt back. "I don't know... I'm kind of busy this weekend..."

"Oh come on! Don't be shy!" She giggled girlishly, flashing a quick photo-op smile that took over her All-American girl petite features. "Everyone is going to be there!"

"Everyone?"

"Yeah! Everyone! Even the JV hockey team and they barely ever come to one of the parties that aren't thrown by one of them!" She exclaimed half laughing.

The Ducks.

The theoretical light bulb flashed in my mind. I leaned down so that our noses were level, so much that I could hear her breath catch in her throat. And she thought I was the one who was nervous. "I'm in." I breathed, with what my brother called an 'up to no good' smirk, kicked my locker closed, making her jump and turning away from her, walking down the hall, knowing full well that she had probably run off to tell her little clique.

After tonight, the Ducks were going to wish they never went to this party.

After tonight, they were going to wish they never messed with my family.

They were going to pay.

"Ugh this stupid computer is gay!" I yelled slamming the screen down as I realized it had deleted some paper I had actually worked on for a while.

"I didn't know that computers had sexual preferences, let alone sexes." I turned around and half laughed at Drake who was standing at our dorm room door and closing it quietly behind him, for once looking rather rumpled and messy.

I shrugged and glared at my computer. "Yeah well this one does."

He leaned over the back of my chair so he was also looking at my computer. "I don't know if I like sharing the same label as your ill-working computer." He commented before walking over to his bed and tossing his shoes beneath the bed so they were out of the way.

"Fine. It isn't gay. I curse it to eternal damnation along with my mother and brother." I scoffed, spinning my chair so I was facing him as he grabbed a magazine off his nightstand and flipped it open. "Better?"

"Much." He replied, in a bored tone not even glancing up at me. "So what are you planning on doing this weekend?" He muttered, flipping the page with a bored yawn.

"We are going to a party." I announced with a smirk, crossing my arms over my chest.

He dropped his magazine and stared at me. "We are going to a party? Who's party? The only party I've heard of going on is Quinn Jefferies, Alan's ex- girlfriend."

"Exactly."

He grabbed his magazine roughly and buried himself in it so that I couldn't see his face. "No. I'm not going to that witch's house." He growled. "I vowed I would never talk to her ever again after what she did to Alan."

I blinked. "She dumped him."

He dropped his magazine. "Exactly. She dumped him right when he needed his significant other the most; when he was injured, kicked off the track team and all of his grades were dropping." He shook his head and licked his lips angrily. He was fuming. "She doesn't like me, and I don't like her and I don't want to go alright?"

I laughed lightly and shook my head. "I'm not going there to party, I've got ulterior motives. Do you really think I would just go to a party like that for the hell of it?"

"You can never tell with some of the new preppies that come to this place." He replied with a laugh. "So what are your plans?"

I smirked. "Are you coming or not?"

He sat up on the edge of his bed. "Oh I'm coming. That's a given."

"What about Alan? Don't you think he would want to be in on this?" I asked pulling my chair closer to Drake's bed.

Drake rolled his eyes and sighed. "Alan's parents are flying in from New England and he has to visit them. Something about a 25th wedding anniversary or some sort of shit. Now tell me the plans!"

I leaned in toward him with a smirk. "We're going after the Ducks."

Drake leaned back and frowned. "Alan told me something was up between you and the JV hockey team. I'm not going to be your little henchman and carry out your however old beef against them." He shifted on his mattress and frowned. "I can deal with things that set you off... like they just start annoying you during lunch with that stupid chant of theirs, but something that has been brewing since before I knew you, is too much for me, you got that?"

I blinked at him and scoffed. "Oh please. You pressure me into tripping a Varsity player to start a fight before I even go to my first class and now you can't do something for me that's been a long time coming?" I asked accusingly with a scowl. "I should've known. You're just another schoolyard bully whose only weapon is peer pressure."

He stood up, grabbing onto the collar of my shirt and dragging me to my feet. "I didn't pressure you to do nothing." He growled at me and giving me a push so I was in the middle of the room. "Look, I don't get involved with shit like this. This isn't my area alright; so back off preppy."

"Don't call me preppy." I stated with a razor edge to my tongue. "All I did; was ask a favor."

"And I said no, so you should drop it alright?" He shot back at me, turning away from me and walking over to the window as he ran a hand roughly through the blue streak of hair.

"I'm not even going after just the Ducks ok? They are just the main target! I'm planning on ruining the whole party and framing them!"

He stopped in mid-stride and glanced over his shoulder at me. "Really."

"Yeah." I lied through my teeth. "They'll be so stuck they won't know what hit them." I grinned.

He turned around and crossed his arms. "Do tell me. What are you planning?"

I licked my lips and allowed my lips to curl into a cruel smile as I reached into my backpack. "All we need is this whistle, and this."

He caught the duct tape that I threw to him and rolled it between his hands as if he were weighing it carefully. "Duct tape?"

I smiled. "Did you know some people mispronounce it 'Duck' tape?"

He laughed and shook his head. "You mean, tape made of ducks?"

I nodded and blew the whistle, the sound of a quiet quack coming from the wood. "Quack, quack, quack." I hissed as I tossed it to him.

He raised an eyebrow and let out a quiet chuckle. "Ok, now fill me in with the minor details."

I nodded and sat down on my bed. "You got it."