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CHAPTER ELEVEN

"Help!"

It was Wednesday, in only three days, they would be attending their Junior prom and two weeks later, they would have completed their Junior Year.

Luis sighed. It seemed just yesterday that they were all just twelve years old , at the Goodwill Games. Now, they were almost adults, having to deal with adult things, like love for instance.

Luis sighed again, thinking of Maria. He hadn't spoken to her since that night. He had avoided her at school and didn't answer her calls. He didn't know what was wrong with him. Sure, he liked her, she was pretty and sweet but love her? He wasn't sure.

He was shaken from his thoughts when his dorm door flew open to reveal Averman and Goldberg.

"I thought we'd find you here." Averman said as they stepped into the room.

"Sulking as usual." Goldberg noticed. "Almost as bad as Charlie."

"What do you guys want?" Luis asked annoyed.

"Well, we just had a chat with Maria." Averman began. "And she thinks you're avoiding her."

"That's because I am!" Luis said as he turned to face the wall, hoping they'd get the hint. They didn't.

"Why?" Goldberg asked.

Luis rolled to face them, knowing his friends wouldn't leave with ought getting some answers. "She told me she loved me, ok."

"And that's bad?" Goldberg asked, confused.

"Yes, I'm not ready for that kind of commitment."

"No one rarely is." Averman said, grinning.

Luis stared at him. "When did you become so philosophical?" He asked, amused.

Averman shrugged. "Since one of my friends needed to hear it."

"Listen Luis, ultimately it's your decision but she's a great girl." Goldberg said.

"Yah, but we're also still young and have plenty of time so don't rush into it if you don't feel it." Averman added as they left.

After they left, Luis lay on his back, gazing at the ceiling. He had a lot to think about.

Ken entered the library, as usual, to work on his science report. He had been sharing the book with Clarice for nearly a week. Everyday, he discovered something new to like about her. And she wasn't completely bored with him like most girls were by this time.

"Hey." He whispered as he took his usual seat next to her.

She smiled faintly in greeting. For once, she was quiet as he talked about his day. Finally, he began to get a bit nervous. Why wasn't she saying anything?

"So, how' your day been?" He asked tentatively.

Clarice gave an exasperated sigh and shut the book with a slam. "Kenny! When are you going to get off your butt and ask me out!" She cried as she stomped out of the library,

Ken just sat there in shock. Not even aware of the librarians angry glare.

Dwayne came up to Amy, at the end of school, grinning like and idiot. He had two tickets to prom and was going to see if she would go with him.

"Hey Ames."

She glanced up and smiled slightly. "Oh, hey Listen I need to talk to you."

He smiled. "That's great because I need to talk to you too."

"You first." She said, hoping he had the same thing on his mind that she did.

"I have two tickets to prom and I was wondering if maybe we could go. You and me."

Amy winced. Definitely not what she had in mind. She thought he was sweet and all but he just wasn't her type. "Oh Dwayne, that's sweet but I can't. In fact I can't date you anymore."

Dwayne gazed at her, confused. "Wha- what did I do?"

She smiled. "Nothing. It's not you really. It's me. But we can still be friends." She said as she walked off.

Dwayne just stood where he was, frozen in shock. Slowly, a lone tear trailed down his cheek.

Thursday morning, Connie was rushing around trying to get ready for school. She was already late. She ran to the door but was suddenly blocked by two huge forms, Portman and Fulton.

"Guys, I don't have time to mess around. I have a test, first period!"

They didn't budge.

"We need to talk to you." Fulton said, firmly.

She sighed. "If this is about Charlie…"

"So, what if it is?" Portman demanded. "If you love him, Cons, you gotta let him know. After everything that's happened, you're going to have to make the first move. Charlie's too much of a gentlemen to."

"But, what if…"

"No what ifs, Cons. Do you love him?" Fulton asked.

Connie had done a lot of thinking since talking to Julie so she didn't hesitate. "Yes."

Portman's face broke into a smile. "Then let him know, Cons."

After that, they left her there with a smile on her face. She was in love with Charlie Conway. The thought brought her an instant peace of mind. She hadn't even seen it coming. She knew she had to tell him. She also knew the perfect time would be at the prom tomorrow. But there was something she had to take care of first.

Bombay pulled into the Eden Hall parking lot, later that day. He was a man on a mission. After a rather upsetting but understanding conversation with Mr. Banks, Gordon realized that yes, his ducks had each other but sometimes a little outside help was needed. And who better to be that outside help, than someone who knew them better than they sometimes knew themselves?

He didn't even bother knocking on the dorm door that he knew belonged to Charlie and Adam. The door swung open to reveal Adam sitting on his bed gazing at a picture of him and his father, when he was younger.

He looked up when he heard the door open. "Coach?" He asked, surprised.

Gordon grinned. "Hey there, Adam." His eyed wandered to the photograph that Adam held in his hands.

"I was just looking at it." Adam said hastily.

Bombay smiled as he sat next to him on the bed. "He called me, you know."

"Yah, just like him, expecting someone else to solve his problems." Adam said, bitterly.

"He does love you, Adam." Gordon said seriously.

Adam laughed. "He has a funny way of showing it.

Gordon thought a moment. "Sometimes a parent wants, so desperately what they think is best for us, that they don't realize how unhappy it truly makes us."

Adam was silent.

"You know Adam, I know it doesn't seem like it now, but you are incredibly lucky that you have a dad and one who cares for you so much. I think what you two need is just to have a long talk." Gordon said.

Adam looked down.

Gordon knew he'd said all he could say. The rest was up to Adam. He slowly stood and headed for the door.

"Coach?"

Bombay turned. "Yah, Adam?"

Adam smiled slightly. "Thanks."

Gordon nodded and headed out the door. He had one more stop to make.

Gordon found Guy just where he thought he would. The hockey rink.

"Guy." He simply said.

Guy glanced up and sighed, when he saw who had said his name. "I should've known you'd show up sooner or later. You always do."

Gordon smiled. "Charlie told me everything."

"Just as I thought he would. He probably told you to come talk to me too."

"Actually, no. He didn't want me to. But I knew I needed to."

Guy nodded. "She really hurt me, Coach. How could she do that to me after everything?"

Bombay was silent. "Charlie also told me that he was the one who found Connie. She didn't sleep with John, Guy. And I think that if you search you heart, you'll know I'm right." With that, Gordon stood up and headed off, leaving Guy to his thoughts.

Guy sat there in the stands for a long time, sifting through the past events in his mind. He remembered Connie's tears Charlie's angry glare directed at John, and John's smug grin…Entirely too smug.

Suddenly, Guy put two and two together. He buried his face in his hands. He'd been such an idiot.

He reached up and gently touched his eye. The bruise was fading but he knew the pain was still going to be there, maybe for a long time. It represented his estrangement from the ducks. Charlie's words still haunted him. "I guess Ducks really fly together, huh Guy?"

That was when he made his decision. It was time he had a little chat with John Right.

In only ten minutes time, Guy had arrived at John's dorm. He didn't even bother knocking, he just barged right in.

"Dude! Haven't you ever heard of knocking?" John exclaimed.

"I want to know the truth, John." Guy demanded.

"What are you talking about?"

"Connie. What really happened at that party?"

John laughed. "So. You finally got it, Germaine. Did it take Captain Duckie whuppin' up on you to bring you to your senses?"

"Don't talk about Charlie that way. Tell me now." Guy threatened.

"Fine. I got a little wasted and might of come on to her a little rough…" He was interrupted by Guy, who let out an enraged yell.

In one quick motion, he let loose a punch, landing squarely in-between John's eyes. John let out a cry and fell to the floor, clutching his face.

"That was for Connie." Guy said as he stumbled out the door, weighed down by his guilt.