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Title: Fulton's Girl

Starring: Fulton Reed and Carmelina Masters

Setting: Takes place in October 2003, Minneapolis, Minnesota. The Ducks are in grade ten.

Rating: PG (to begin with)

Genre: General (because I don't really know how to label it)

Summary: [Warning: 1 main character is an OC but she isn't a Mary Sue or joining the Ducks] He had never met anyone like her before, she was new and intriguing. But will having her in his life help either of them?

Author's Note: I don't know if I'll continue posting all of the above stuff...oh well to be on the safe proper side I will. Ok for this chapter I know it's a little predictable...but still please tell me what you think.

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antiIRONY: Wow I'm a breath of fresh air? Thank you! Blushes while grinning like an idiot I'll try to keep Fulton in character for you...I don't promise anything but I will try! I don't like slashes either. I hope you like this chapter!

nottshockeygirl99: I am continuing as you can see...and I haven't read any 'fantastic artist' OC fics yet. But it's good to know that it has been done, hopefully the rest of her won't be overdone as well. Hope you enjoy this chapter! I agree 'Bless Fulton'

Ever since he had returned the book to that girl he couldn't help but notice her. He spotted her when she was walking in the school her eyes glued to the floor, when she was serving the food to the students at the cafeteria, when she was sitting out side under the same tree alone, when she was in the library her nose in book or concentrating on a drawing. He watched her with a protective eye, keeping his distance to make sure not to frighten her and to prevent her from going to the Dean complaining about a stalker.

She always seemed to be by herself, quickly going from class to class, minding her own business, avoiding contact with anyone. But whenever she did have to speak with someone she was polite with a pleasant smile on her face.

Today he saw her walking down a hallway clutching her books with both arms securely to her chest. She stepped out of the way of a group of gossiping cheerleaders and right into Bob Hughes the star football player. She automatically took a few cowering steps back, tightened her grip on her books and apologized softly, keeping her face down, shielded by her wavy locks. Seeing her fear Bob grinned maliciously and strode towards her. She looked up at him weakly and walked backwards up against the wall of lockers banging her body against them causing the locks to clang against the metal.

He glared down at her and hissed, "Watch where you're going" Lowering his face down to hers he added, "Got that? "

She quivered slightly trying to push herself further away from him "Yes I'm sorry" she turned her head bringing her chin to her shoulder.

Fulton gritted his teeth and walked confidently towards the football player as his anger began to bubble. He shoved Riley forcefully away from the trembling girl saying harshly, "Leave her alone"

Bob's friends stepped up from behind him willing to fight, defend their leaders honor. Fulton took little notice and instead focused on Bob.

After Bob had recovered from the shock of someone pushing him; the star and captain of the football team, he told Fulton to mind his own business. But when it came to standing up for someone who was being bullied Fulton never 'minded his own business' because defending the weak was his business. He wasn't going to back down.

Just then a teacher came up to them with a piercing stare and demanded to know what was going on. Both teenagers looked at each other then to the teacher and simultaneously responded in innocent voices "Nothing".

"Good. Then get to class," the teacher ordered planting his feet preparing himself to stay as long as it took for them to leave.

Fulton narrowed his eyes at Bob and crossed his arms, without words telling him to go first. Bob mumbled "Whatever" and left with his friends following behind, leaving the teacher, Fulton and the girl who was still pressing herself against the lockers.

The teacher now satisfied that he prevented a fight from breaking out mentally patted himself on the back and strutted to his class.

The girl let out sigh and slid to the floor, bringing her knees to her chest and resting her head against them. She loosened her hold on her books and glanced up at her savior murmuring "Thank you"

Fulton relaxing from his stance answered, "You're welcome" he paused as the girl stood up and readjusted her backpack straps while trying to calm her shaking body, "What's your name?"

"Carmelina Masters"

"Hi, Fulton Reed" he extended his hand which she took gingerly and shook. Paints and ink stained her hand but it was soft compared to his rough, callused one.

"Nice you meet you"

He smiled at her sweet voice; it was so nice to listen to. She took her hand back and said, "Good bye, thank you again"

She walked past him her long skirt swaying gently with each step. He turned and watched her go, and then realizing what he was doing shook his blinking more times then needed. He sighed to himself, slouching he walked away from the girl, Carmelina Masters. He couldn't stop the grin that was tugging at the side of his mouth.

The bell rang sharply signaling that class was over receiving grateful smiles from the students, possibly one of the largest amongst them Fulton's. He was free for two full days. He quickly gathered up his books and pushing his way past the other students went towards the door, all he had to do was pass that barrier and he would be liberated from the chains of learning. He was so close when he heard "Mr. Reed! Will you remain a moment?"

Fulton grimaced at his math teacher's staged voice and turned on his hell, sat down on top of a desk and waited watching sorrowfully as the other students eased their way out the door. He caught a sympathetic look from a couple of his friends before they exited. When the room was finally clear the middle aged teacher started to pace in front of Fulton holding his hands behind his back.

"Mr. Reed you haven't been doing very well in this class have you?" he asked stopping pointing at the younger man.

"No Mr. Trimmer"

The teacher began to pace again placing his hands in their previous position while Fulton raised his eyebrows waiting for him to continue. "In fact you haven't been doing very well most of your classes. Is that right Mr. Reed?"

"Yes Mr. Trimmer"

"Could this be because you aren't applying yourself?" he put his finger to his shaved chin as he continued to walk "No that's not it" he answered his own question and pushed his glasses further up his nose before re-clasping his hand behind his back. "Could it be that you are too busy with hockey?" He stopped in mid-step and took a breath before continuing "No that isn't it either. The other hockey students are doing fine"

Fulton rolled his eyes at this dramatic performance that was being played out for him.

"Oh!" Mr. Trimmer exclaimed bringing his pointed finger into the air and halting in front of Fulton facing him. "Maybe, just maybe, you need some extra help"

Fulton frowned furring his eyebrows "From you?" he asked with no hint of hope in his voice.

"No my dear boy. I am much too busy" he patted Fulton on the shoulder "No, I have many other things to attend to, like my tutoring program that I've set up, for instance" The man's eyes grew wide with theatrical excitement and discovery "Eureka! I believe I found your answer!" He clapped his hands together "The tutoring program. I shall set you up with another student who will help you, probably from the gifted program, here on an academic scholarship. They won't just assist you with math but with all of your subjects. Of course gaining extra credit in the process...but who? That is the question". He began to pace again tapping his finger on his temple.

"Oh my I've got it! Carmelina Masters" he beamed proudly stomping his foot down as if trying to capture the idea so it wouldn't get away.

It took a while for Fulton to absorb that Carmelina would be his tutor. He was then on his way to the library where he was to meet her and begin. Even though he would be missing out on a Saturday morning of sleeping he was happy about the match. He entered the library and searched it for her. He eventually found her in the back sitting by a window at a small table that was usually forgotten because it was hardly used. She had the heels of her feet on the chair and was resting her chin on her knees. She was watching a small spider that was on the window. She brought her hand up to it and the tiny creature willingly crawled onto to it. In the light it was easy to see her light freckles that were sprinkled across her nose and cheeks. Fulton even saw some that were visible on the tips of her ears that were shown because her hair was tied back into a braid. She had simple features, plain, nothing spectacular, but Fulton was drawn to her. She didn't notice him standing by the bookshelf, she was paying attention to all of the eight little legs of her spider. He finally went up to her greeting "Hey"

She jumped slightly but quickly regained herself and responded "Good morning" she turned to attention back to the light brown spider.

"Like insects?" he asked pulling out a chair on the opposite side of her and putting his bag onto the table.

"Spiders are arachnids," she corrected gently "They have eight legs, insects only have six" she moved her hand closer to him so he could see.

He squinted his eyes and watched the creature. "Cool"

She smiled and put the spider back on the window and flicked her gaze from it to Fulton then back again to it.

"So you aren't afraid of spiders?"

She shook her head and changed her focus back to him.

"Most girls are, but I guess you aren't like most girls" she looked at him questioningly not quite sure what he meant by that so he truthfully added, "It's a good thing"

She blushed making her freckles disappear under the pink of her skin. Not wanting to make her uncomfortable he started to ask about the schoolwork.

End of Chapter

A/N: Now you can see why I thought this was a little predictable, him defending her, him being pared up with her for tutoring...but I hope that you enjoyed it anyway.