Chapter 10:

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Adam POV:

I headed off to my room after class. I had wanted to talk to Lily some more– there was just something about her– she was like a drug I just couldn't get enough of her. That was saying something because I hardly knew her.

I had about fifteen minutes before I had to go to the locker room to get ready for the game. I wish that it was just over so I could spend time with Lily. Charlie was no were to be seen, as usual. The most probable guesses for his whereabouts were one he had landed himself in detention. He could also be in detention with the ducks. That was one of the few things I missed the constant detentions.

I dropped my hockey bag off the floor and checked to make sure that everything was in there. I had to get to the locker room a few minutes later so I could get my ribs looked at and re- taped by the trainer. After all they were still broken and hurt like hell; I didn't die during practice, so I was alright for the game.

" Hey Banks, how are the ribs?" Bill, the team trainer said as I walked into his office.

" Not too bad" I answered.

" Ok, let me have a look."

I took of my sweatshirt and the tee shirt I had underneath. He slowly peeled the tape and started to examine them. That meant poking and prodding which made them hurt worse.

" Still broken I see" he said sounding slightly concerned.

"Yeah"

" Well there healing, you should be alright to play. Its totally up to you if you want to play tonight. You know my concerns, but I already know your answer so I am not gonna even ask" he said as he started to re- tape my rib cage.

" I can give you something for the pain?" He continued.

I thought about it for like a minute. I knew it would not be the greatest idea in the world. The main reason was I did not want to hurt myself worse, and when you were numb it was impossible to know when you hurt yourself. Plus I had played with way worse.

" No, I'm good" I answered as I pulled my tee shirt back on. " Thanks though"

" Only doing my job, come see me after the game. I wanna check to make sure everything is alright"

" Yeah of course" I said as I grabbed my sweatshirt and headed into the locker room to get ready.

Charlie's POV:

" So why exactly are we here again?" Fulton asked as we climbed up towards the back of the bleachers , before the varsity game.

" We have to check out the competition" I said.

" Why we are gonna crush them anyway?" Portman demanded.

" I don't know I am kinda curious, its not the same team we played last year" Connie responded.

" Yeah they lost Riley and Cole, among a few others" Guy added.

" They have added some people too" Julie said staring at her hands. We all knew who she meant of course.

"No worries, Banks will be kind to us. He knows what will happen if he isn't." Portman said.

" What do you mean by that?" Connie said whipping her head around to stare at him.

" Nothing" Fulton interjected before Portman could respond.

" I hope so. Because some of us are still his friend" I added.

" Guys, stop. Don't stress so much, you'll die" Averman said and we all turned to look at him and laughed. You had to give it up to the guy he always seemed to break up our little fights with his comments.

" We'll die?" Guy asked sounding confused.

" Duh, like stress raises blood pressure or something. Just looking out for y'all because I love ya" he said, as he put his arm around Goldberg. " Especially you Goldie" he joked.

As usual we all started to laugh, and the tension was totally gone. But I still kind of worried about Banks. I knew Portman would show Banks no mercy, they were never that close so friendship would not get in the way of his normal style of play: which was brutal. It was a game and we all wanted to win– maybe even more than last year– but Banks was my friend and I worried.

" Dang it, when did Banks get so good?" Dwayne said bringing my attention to the game.

Banks was on a breakaway he did a nice move to get past one defender and took his shot. The sound of sirens followed as Banks had scored the first goal of the game. It was weird I had not really seen Banks play since the Goodwill games. I had been on the same team and I had never realized how far he had come. He had always been a great player but now he was amazing.

" You guys were lucky; you didn't have to play the guy in peewees" I said.

" He single handedly crushed us" Jesse added.

" Well we were rather pathetic then though. Oh the memories" Connie joked. Guy whispered something into her ear and she smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

" He is still good though there is no doubt" Jesse said. Just as Banks was checked into the board after he passed the puck to some guy named Murray.

" God I am starving" Goldberg moaned. The guy was always hungry.

" I think we've seen enough, and I am actually hungry too" Ken said.

" Yeah the games pretty much over anyway" I responded as I stood up to leave. The score was 3-0 in favor of our mighty Warriors. They had the game; as we had heard many times in practice no one scores on them.

We all followed Goldberg – who was moving remarkably fast– down the bleachers and back to the diner.