Author's Note (Mary): I haven't updated in quite awhile. For me anyway.
Life keeps getting in the road. Anyway, a lot of this is copied out of the
D3 book again except for the Casey/Orion part. And when Charlie and his
mother are in the car. Bad, bad chapter here. I do however have good plans
for Chapters seven and nine. But hey, at least its longer then the last
ones. But in this case, quantity overrules quality.
Author's Note (Chelsea): *smiles* Hello world! I like dropping in on Mary's chapters, even though I had nothing to do with their writing...ness...Lol...Yeah. Okies...I'll take care of answering reviews. I have lots of spare time on my hands...lol...
Allie- Aw, Dwaynie, be nice and help Allie with her reviews! You oughtta know better by now! *shakes head* What are we going to do with them? Awesome! 'The Better Life' is an awesome CD! You like "Loser," too? I (C- chan96) listened to that song a billion times when I first got it. Lol...In fact, I liked it so much I wrote a story based on it! Lol...It's for Dawson's Creek, but it's about Josh Jackson's character Pacey. Man, I'm just abusive to Josh Jackson's characters in general, aren't I? Lol...thanks, and I'm SURE you'll enjoy Mary's installment as well! Lol...yeah, I need a life...
Sarah- Thanks! ^_~ Enjoy the chapter!
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Nebula- Lol...Yes, I hated his stepfather at a mere mention of him too. ^_~ Nah, not me...what are you thinking? Lol...All that made sense to me. *nods* Just for the record, I'm not a morning person either...lol...I never use my alarm clock...It gives me a heart attack because it's so freaking LOUD! But my mom wakes me up every morning anyway...Light wakes me up...it's obnoxious...The sun rises WAY too early...*cough* Wow! I managed to give you another view of Charlie! *feels SO incredibly accomplished* I made you think Charlie isn't a jerk! Gee, I oughtta get a prize for that! Lol...just kidding. o.O
Rachel- Ah, I forgive you. Lol...friends are important; especially if you never get to see them. ^_^ Lol...thanks bunches, and thanks for reviewing!
Banksiesbabe99- Lol...*grins* Yeah, Charlie is pretty convincing when it comes to me allowing him to hate someone for a long time...I accept bribes! Lol...Thanks for the review!
AntiIRONY- Don't worry; no gay relationships here. Both Mary and I don't like slash, so you won't have to worry about that. Lol...anyway, thanks for all your reviews, and I hope you enjoy this chapter as well! ^_~
-Chapter 5-
Charlie's POV
I stood outside the locker room in a big puddle. Stupid varsity and their pranks. I'll get them back later. I have more pressing matters to deal with. Like phoning Hans. I promised I'd phone him as soon as the game was over.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out a quarter. I put it into the little slot in the phone booth and dialed a number.
"Hello," I heard Hans say.
"Hello Hans," I mumbled.
"Oh Charlie. It's you. Where are you?" he asked me.
"I'm still at the rink," I said checking my watch. Four fifteen. "I'll be at the shop around seven. I have to meet up with someone."
There was a pause on the phone.
"What happened, Charlie?" he asked me, sounding concerned. "It sounded like you just quit out there."
I'm not in the mood for a lecture. I had just gotten a rather loud lecture when from Coach Orion. For something that wasn't even my fault. But for some reason, I got blamed.
If I was still captain, the blame would be fine with me but now that I'm not, why should I care? Why should I get all the blame when I don't even have the C on my chest? Can't anyone understand this? If you don't want me to be captain, FINE! Just don't blame me when things come tumbling down.
"Whatever, Hans," I said.
"Charlie," he said. "What is it?"
I felt myself loosing control.
"I can't play this coach's system!" I blurted out. "Listen, Hans, I'll talk to you later. Bye."
I slammed the phone back on the hook.
I let out a big sigh and leaned against the wall. I spotted Linda standing by the concession stand all by herself.
I walked up to her. She was initially smiling and then she noticed something.
"I've heard of the wet look, but I think you may be taking it a bit too far," she told me.
I tried to act upbeat. "Yeah. A stupid varsity prank."
Linda just looked at me. I hated that. My mother gives me the exact same look.
"Sorry about the game. I really wanted to win it for you," I told her. "We'll win the next game for sure. Our coach has no idea what he's doing. As soon as the team realize that they should be listening to me instead of some rookie coach, the better off we'll be."
"But I thought you said you were the captain?" she asked me.
"I was. Until the Ice Nazi decided to take it away," I said bitterly.
"He doesn't sound that bad," Linda suggested.
"He is. Just count yourself lucky that you don't have to spend almost every afternoon with him," I said. "And those refs were blind. Then definitely had it in for us."
"It was only my first game," Linda offered," But I think you could have used a little defense out there."
A little defense? What does she know? It's her first game. For crying out loud, the first day I met her she couldn't even figure out that I liked hockey even thought I was wearing my hockey jersey.
"Great. One game and you're an expert."
"No, I'm not," Linda said." Relax Charlie. It's only a game. Right?"
"Right. And it doesn't matter if you win or lose," I snapped back. I don't have the opportunity to lose. If we lose, we lose our scholarship.
Linda frowned at me. "Now you sound like a real jock."
I glared back. "Maybe I am."
God, I thought I've already told her that I like hockey. She spun around and walked away. I pulled out two quarters and a dime and put it into the vending machine. I pushed for a coke and a can came tumbling down into the slot. I picked it up and opened it. Not before it exploded, making fizz go all over my jeans.
I may as well go ask my mother to see if I could have a ride. I told her that I would join her to watch the Varsity game, but I don't want to now.
I walk through the west wing of the arena and I was almost to the parking lot doors when I saw my mother. Talking to Orion of all people. Luckily for me, Orion was facing the other way.
"Well," my mother said. "I don't know much about hockey. I only go because my son loves hockey. I've attended every single one of his games. Except when he's gone on a tournament."
"He plays for Varsity?" Orion asked.
"No. JV. He didn't play too well today," my mother sighed. "I'll have a word with him about his actions on the ice."
"I don't think he was that bad," Orion replied. "I mean, Blake played way above potential."
"Oh no. My son plays for Eden Hall."
I could almost see something go click in my mother's head. Sometimes, she really is blonde. "Oh. You must be the Coach Orion that my son is always talking about."
"Oh really," Orion said sounding interested. Please Mom. Don't tell him that I'm you son. I'll rather die.
My mother looked up, saw me and grinned. Oh please. Anything but this.
"Here comes my son now," she said.
That was my key to take off. I ran around the corner and out of sight. But I stood just around the corner so I could still hear their conversation.
"Where is he? I don't see him," Orion said.
"He just ran off. He's normally not shy at all," Casey said.
"Oh, look at the time," Orion said looking at the watch. "I have to go. It's been nice talking to you."
He smiled at my mother. And what was worse was that she was smiling back. "Likewise," my mother said. "It's great to see you again Ted."
AGAIN? My mother already knows Ted Orion? How can this be? I've just met him. My mother walked towards the parking lot. I followed behind her.
She saw me and frowned. "Just get in the car Charlie," she told me harshly.
I got in. She started the car and drove out of the parking lot. I sunk into my seat and sulked for the rest of the ride to the diner.
We finally arrived at the diner after three red lights in a row. My mother is a crazy driver. When you look at her, you never can image what wrath can come out of her but when you cut in front of her when she's driving, watch out. Mud pies are better to look at.
Kind of like right now.
She parked the car and turned off the engine. She got out of the car. I just sat there.
"Charlie," my mother told me. "Get out of the car."
I moaned. I don't want to. I'm tired.
My mother saw that I wasn't going to be moving anytime soon so she opened the door, grabbed me by the ear and say, "Young man. Move! Now!"
I winced when she pulled by ear. I muttered something under my breath, grabbed my knapsack and slung it over my shoulder.
"I'm coming. I'm coming," I grumbled.
"Just come in and sit down," my mother told me.
We went into the diner. Jennie was working. She used to be my favorite waitress because she used to baby-sit me when my mother would work overtime...but lately, she's been really grouchy. My mother and her have been best friends since high school.
"Thank you so much Jennie. I'm sorry we're late," my mother apologized.
"No problem honey," she told my mother and then looked at me. "How was the game?"
I gave her a look. She looked at my mother. She looked angry.
"That good, huh? I'll close out."
Jennie went to go serve her last customer.
"Listen. I'm taking a bus home. See you later," I told my mother, as I was about to leave.
"Um, no, sir," she said angrily. She pointed to a seat at the end of the bar. "You sit over there and you do your homework. I've just watched you jeopardize your hockey career, I will not let you do it to your studies."
I leaned forward onto the counter.
"You have NO IDEA what it's like playing to that guy," I told her trying to make her understand. She doesn't. No one does.
"I don't care who your coach is, you're behavior out there was juvenile," she said hotly.
"Well, yeah, because Coach Orion..." I said trying to explain the evils of the Ice Nazi.
"'Coach Orion' nothing," she interrupted me. "You used to feel the same way about Coach Bombay. Remember?"
Why does she have to bring that up? Just because things happened to work out between me and Bombay doesn't mean that things will work out between Orion and I. Because they're two different people. Bombay, deserter but nice. Orion, non-deserter but evil.
I'm surprised Bombay even stuck around this long after my mother dumped him. Maybe that's it. He was only nice to me because he wanted my mother and when it was over he decided to leave town. Just like all the rest of the men in my life. Don't worry. I won't let that happen again.
"I think the only thing around that needs to change around here is your attitude," she snapped.
"What?" I said astonished. Where's my mother and why have they replaced her with this mean women who wants to make my life miserable?
"Oh," I grumbled. "Give me a break."
I stormed out of the dinner and got on the next bus. What does she know? I can't go on like this. Trusting anyone and everyone who happens to walk into my life. It's happened once, and I'll be darn sure that it'll never happen again. I won't let it happen. I don't care who I have to step on as long as it doesn't happen again.
Author's Note (Chelsea): *smiles* Hello world! I like dropping in on Mary's chapters, even though I had nothing to do with their writing...ness...Lol...Yeah. Okies...I'll take care of answering reviews. I have lots of spare time on my hands...lol...
Allie- Aw, Dwaynie, be nice and help Allie with her reviews! You oughtta know better by now! *shakes head* What are we going to do with them? Awesome! 'The Better Life' is an awesome CD! You like "Loser," too? I (C- chan96) listened to that song a billion times when I first got it. Lol...In fact, I liked it so much I wrote a story based on it! Lol...It's for Dawson's Creek, but it's about Josh Jackson's character Pacey. Man, I'm just abusive to Josh Jackson's characters in general, aren't I? Lol...thanks, and I'm SURE you'll enjoy Mary's installment as well! Lol...yeah, I need a life...
Sarah- Thanks! ^_~ Enjoy the chapter!
Hotashell99- Hee hee...I happen to enjoy writing angry Charlie. ^_~ It's just so fun...lol...I need a new hobby...^_^ I'm glad you enjoyed the chapter, and sorry for the wait! *points to Mary* It's all her fault! Lol...*cough* Yeah...just kidding, Mary...lol...yeah...shutting up now...
Nebula- Lol...Yes, I hated his stepfather at a mere mention of him too. ^_~ Nah, not me...what are you thinking? Lol...All that made sense to me. *nods* Just for the record, I'm not a morning person either...lol...I never use my alarm clock...It gives me a heart attack because it's so freaking LOUD! But my mom wakes me up every morning anyway...Light wakes me up...it's obnoxious...The sun rises WAY too early...*cough* Wow! I managed to give you another view of Charlie! *feels SO incredibly accomplished* I made you think Charlie isn't a jerk! Gee, I oughtta get a prize for that! Lol...just kidding. o.O
Rachel- Ah, I forgive you. Lol...friends are important; especially if you never get to see them. ^_^ Lol...thanks bunches, and thanks for reviewing!
Banksiesbabe99- Lol...*grins* Yeah, Charlie is pretty convincing when it comes to me allowing him to hate someone for a long time...I accept bribes! Lol...Thanks for the review!
AntiIRONY- Don't worry; no gay relationships here. Both Mary and I don't like slash, so you won't have to worry about that. Lol...anyway, thanks for all your reviews, and I hope you enjoy this chapter as well! ^_~
-Chapter 5-
Charlie's POV
I stood outside the locker room in a big puddle. Stupid varsity and their pranks. I'll get them back later. I have more pressing matters to deal with. Like phoning Hans. I promised I'd phone him as soon as the game was over.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out a quarter. I put it into the little slot in the phone booth and dialed a number.
"Hello," I heard Hans say.
"Hello Hans," I mumbled.
"Oh Charlie. It's you. Where are you?" he asked me.
"I'm still at the rink," I said checking my watch. Four fifteen. "I'll be at the shop around seven. I have to meet up with someone."
There was a pause on the phone.
"What happened, Charlie?" he asked me, sounding concerned. "It sounded like you just quit out there."
I'm not in the mood for a lecture. I had just gotten a rather loud lecture when from Coach Orion. For something that wasn't even my fault. But for some reason, I got blamed.
If I was still captain, the blame would be fine with me but now that I'm not, why should I care? Why should I get all the blame when I don't even have the C on my chest? Can't anyone understand this? If you don't want me to be captain, FINE! Just don't blame me when things come tumbling down.
"Whatever, Hans," I said.
"Charlie," he said. "What is it?"
I felt myself loosing control.
"I can't play this coach's system!" I blurted out. "Listen, Hans, I'll talk to you later. Bye."
I slammed the phone back on the hook.
I let out a big sigh and leaned against the wall. I spotted Linda standing by the concession stand all by herself.
I walked up to her. She was initially smiling and then she noticed something.
"I've heard of the wet look, but I think you may be taking it a bit too far," she told me.
I tried to act upbeat. "Yeah. A stupid varsity prank."
Linda just looked at me. I hated that. My mother gives me the exact same look.
"Sorry about the game. I really wanted to win it for you," I told her. "We'll win the next game for sure. Our coach has no idea what he's doing. As soon as the team realize that they should be listening to me instead of some rookie coach, the better off we'll be."
"But I thought you said you were the captain?" she asked me.
"I was. Until the Ice Nazi decided to take it away," I said bitterly.
"He doesn't sound that bad," Linda suggested.
"He is. Just count yourself lucky that you don't have to spend almost every afternoon with him," I said. "And those refs were blind. Then definitely had it in for us."
"It was only my first game," Linda offered," But I think you could have used a little defense out there."
A little defense? What does she know? It's her first game. For crying out loud, the first day I met her she couldn't even figure out that I liked hockey even thought I was wearing my hockey jersey.
"Great. One game and you're an expert."
"No, I'm not," Linda said." Relax Charlie. It's only a game. Right?"
"Right. And it doesn't matter if you win or lose," I snapped back. I don't have the opportunity to lose. If we lose, we lose our scholarship.
Linda frowned at me. "Now you sound like a real jock."
I glared back. "Maybe I am."
God, I thought I've already told her that I like hockey. She spun around and walked away. I pulled out two quarters and a dime and put it into the vending machine. I pushed for a coke and a can came tumbling down into the slot. I picked it up and opened it. Not before it exploded, making fizz go all over my jeans.
I may as well go ask my mother to see if I could have a ride. I told her that I would join her to watch the Varsity game, but I don't want to now.
I walk through the west wing of the arena and I was almost to the parking lot doors when I saw my mother. Talking to Orion of all people. Luckily for me, Orion was facing the other way.
"Well," my mother said. "I don't know much about hockey. I only go because my son loves hockey. I've attended every single one of his games. Except when he's gone on a tournament."
"He plays for Varsity?" Orion asked.
"No. JV. He didn't play too well today," my mother sighed. "I'll have a word with him about his actions on the ice."
"I don't think he was that bad," Orion replied. "I mean, Blake played way above potential."
"Oh no. My son plays for Eden Hall."
I could almost see something go click in my mother's head. Sometimes, she really is blonde. "Oh. You must be the Coach Orion that my son is always talking about."
"Oh really," Orion said sounding interested. Please Mom. Don't tell him that I'm you son. I'll rather die.
My mother looked up, saw me and grinned. Oh please. Anything but this.
"Here comes my son now," she said.
That was my key to take off. I ran around the corner and out of sight. But I stood just around the corner so I could still hear their conversation.
"Where is he? I don't see him," Orion said.
"He just ran off. He's normally not shy at all," Casey said.
"Oh, look at the time," Orion said looking at the watch. "I have to go. It's been nice talking to you."
He smiled at my mother. And what was worse was that she was smiling back. "Likewise," my mother said. "It's great to see you again Ted."
AGAIN? My mother already knows Ted Orion? How can this be? I've just met him. My mother walked towards the parking lot. I followed behind her.
She saw me and frowned. "Just get in the car Charlie," she told me harshly.
I got in. She started the car and drove out of the parking lot. I sunk into my seat and sulked for the rest of the ride to the diner.
We finally arrived at the diner after three red lights in a row. My mother is a crazy driver. When you look at her, you never can image what wrath can come out of her but when you cut in front of her when she's driving, watch out. Mud pies are better to look at.
Kind of like right now.
She parked the car and turned off the engine. She got out of the car. I just sat there.
"Charlie," my mother told me. "Get out of the car."
I moaned. I don't want to. I'm tired.
My mother saw that I wasn't going to be moving anytime soon so she opened the door, grabbed me by the ear and say, "Young man. Move! Now!"
I winced when she pulled by ear. I muttered something under my breath, grabbed my knapsack and slung it over my shoulder.
"I'm coming. I'm coming," I grumbled.
"Just come in and sit down," my mother told me.
We went into the diner. Jennie was working. She used to be my favorite waitress because she used to baby-sit me when my mother would work overtime...but lately, she's been really grouchy. My mother and her have been best friends since high school.
"Thank you so much Jennie. I'm sorry we're late," my mother apologized.
"No problem honey," she told my mother and then looked at me. "How was the game?"
I gave her a look. She looked at my mother. She looked angry.
"That good, huh? I'll close out."
Jennie went to go serve her last customer.
"Listen. I'm taking a bus home. See you later," I told my mother, as I was about to leave.
"Um, no, sir," she said angrily. She pointed to a seat at the end of the bar. "You sit over there and you do your homework. I've just watched you jeopardize your hockey career, I will not let you do it to your studies."
I leaned forward onto the counter.
"You have NO IDEA what it's like playing to that guy," I told her trying to make her understand. She doesn't. No one does.
"I don't care who your coach is, you're behavior out there was juvenile," she said hotly.
"Well, yeah, because Coach Orion..." I said trying to explain the evils of the Ice Nazi.
"'Coach Orion' nothing," she interrupted me. "You used to feel the same way about Coach Bombay. Remember?"
Why does she have to bring that up? Just because things happened to work out between me and Bombay doesn't mean that things will work out between Orion and I. Because they're two different people. Bombay, deserter but nice. Orion, non-deserter but evil.
I'm surprised Bombay even stuck around this long after my mother dumped him. Maybe that's it. He was only nice to me because he wanted my mother and when it was over he decided to leave town. Just like all the rest of the men in my life. Don't worry. I won't let that happen again.
"I think the only thing around that needs to change around here is your attitude," she snapped.
"What?" I said astonished. Where's my mother and why have they replaced her with this mean women who wants to make my life miserable?
"Oh," I grumbled. "Give me a break."
I stormed out of the dinner and got on the next bus. What does she know? I can't go on like this. Trusting anyone and everyone who happens to walk into my life. It's happened once, and I'll be darn sure that it'll never happen again. I won't let it happen. I don't care who I have to step on as long as it doesn't happen again.