A/N: *squeal* OMG! Do you know what I found out? DO YOU KNOW WHAT I FOUND
OUT??? I read somewhere that there's a rumour that there's going to be a D4
- a fourth movie! With the SAME ACTORS and the characters ALL GROWN UP and-
*squeals loudly* OMGOMGOMGOMG!!! I am just SOOOOOOOOO EXCITED!!! *jumps up
and down while screaming in delight* But it IS only a rumour. But still . .
. just imagine . . . Joshua Jackson (Charlie), looking as he does now . . .
alongside Vincent Angelo LaRusso (Adam), whom I am very intrigued about (I
mean, to find out what he looks like now, that is heheheh) . . . *starts
hyperventilating and has to breath into a paper bag*
I am calm. I am calm, I am calm. I am CALM.
But still, OMG! But sadly, it's only a rumour. *sniff* Has anyone else heard that anywhere? Oh, and does anyone know where I can get pictures of scenes from the third Mighty Ducks movie (preferably with Charlie and Adam in them)???
Oh, also . . . do you know what else I found out? Some of you might already know this, but for those who don't, I will inform you that in the third Mighty Ducks movie, Joshua and Vincent (Charlie and Adam's alter-egos) were both eighteen! Or seventeen. Depending on if the movie was made in spring or in autumn. Anyway, Joshua Jackson's birthday is on the 11th of June, and Vincet Angelo LaRusso's birthday is on the 16th of May - which makes him almost a month older than Josh! But in my story, Charlie is older than Adam. And I have no idea if I have just amazed/disgusted/offended/excited/indifferent-ed you, but wheeeeeee! I am so hYpEr!!!
Oh yes, and Josh and Vinnie are both twenty-five years old now!!! Not that you care, or anything . . . but still, it was VERY exciting to know when I found out about it.
And now, (finally), the important bit of my A/N: the thank-yous . . .
Nellie2 - Yes, you are right. At least, I think you're right . . . *stops to ponder* Anyhow, I'm glad that you're loving it! And I hope that you also like this chapter, which is (so far) the longest one! Wheeeee!
Flat*Out*Crazy - I understand. I'm very easily amused too. And don't worry, I won't sue you. *grins* Hope you like this chapter!
Cards - Glad that you think that Charlie is 'funnah'. And yeah, a good way of making them come out of the closet! Enjoy this chapter!
percussion - Oooh, a new reviewer! 'Tis true . . . Adam's got about a billion different names. *smiles* That bit you mentioned from D1 DOES sound rather disturbing . . . but sadly, I haven't watched D1 or D2 for about FIVE BLOODY YEARS!!! WHY don't they show it on TV like they do D3??? I mean, SOME of us haven't watched the first two movies for FIVE YEARS!!! *has to breathe into a paper bag again* Anyway, enjoy the chapter! And please keep reviewing!
crazy4nc128 - You're right. Charlie is a VERY stupid prick indeed. But hey, I'm the one that made him like that! *starts to worry* Not that you should blame ME for his actions, or anything! *nervous laugh* Ahem. Anyway, Julie's just the one that's VOICING her cares/fears/whatever for/about Adam. Thank you for calling that chapter fantastic! *smiles* Hey, when are you gonna update 'Realization'? And, um, Riley's gonna be . . . kind of . . . bad in this chapter. And in Adam's third entry . . . well, it might just put you off him completely. Like, for life. I hope I have intrigued you! *starts beaming madly*
lrigelbbub - Oooh, ANOTHER new reviewer! YAY! *jumps up and down with joy* Yeah, their journals kind of contain their thoughts. Well, I mean, of course they do! They're JOURNALS! *smacks self on head for being so silly* Hope you like this chapter! Oh, and please keep reviewing!
kellyerielf - Thanks for letting me know his name! I agree with you. Charlie is a dork. AND a prick. AND extremely blind. Well, about the 'shagging' term . . . actually, I am British. *looks horrified at what she just said, that is, wrote* OMG! No, I am NOT British! I just live there. In Britain, I mean. In London, actually. But still, I wasn't born here (by 'here' I mean in the UK). And it isn't my mother tongue either! Teehee! Anyway, please don't get put off by me living in England! (Oh, and HP ROCKS and so does 'shagging'! ; P) Enjoy this chapter!!!
LB - I'm glad that you can identify with Charlie! Yes, Adam SHOULD be scared. In fact . . . read this chapter. It'll go into why Riley's 'paying way too much attention to him'. And it won't be pretty. *grins* I've always wanted to say that! Oh, ANOTHER good word to describe Charlie! Now we've got; prick, dork, and oblivious! YAY! This is the Conway Thesaurus - Many Different Words To Describe What An Idiot Charlie Is. And you're right . . . Julie HAS got good taste in boys . . . I agree with what you said about Scooter there. Keep leaving long reviews, honey, I LOVE THEM! And I kick @$$? Really? *blushes and beams madly* Enjoy this chapter!!!
Gothic Author - And ANOTHER new reviewer! |Gothic Author - And ANOTHER new reviewer! Yay! Yes, Charlie IS rather delusioned, isn't he? So we've got another word for the Conway Thesaurus - Many Different Words To Describe What An Idiot Charlie Is - delusional. Hope you like this chapter! Oh, and please keep reviewing!
~~~~~~~~ Behind The Walls ~~~~~~~~
ENTRY TWO - Adam
Dear Journal,
I can't believe it.
I simply can NOT believe it.
I am currently on my bed in the room that I have all to myself, the lights are off, but I've got my bedside light on, and I am writing in this journal.
Rick Riley kissed me.
I mean actually kissed. As in, properly kissed me. With tongues and all that.
My first kiss . . . with Rick RILEY.
And I didn't even want it to HAPPEN!
It happened right before the game.
The Eden Hall Warriors were playing against some weird visiting team (I can't remember what they're called) today. We were going to sit in the stands because, naturally, the Varsity team wanted to observe the Eden Hall Warriors' skills and all. I had opened the door to my room, and had come face to face with my new captain.
"Hi Banksie," he sort of . . . purred (there's no other word to describe it, really).
"Um, hi, Riley," I said nervously. I didn't know what, but something about him made me slightly apprehensive around him. Right now I realise that maybe it was his PERVINESS that made me so anxious.
"Are you coming to watch the game with us?" he asked.
"Er . . . yeah. Um, we better get going," I said, even though the game didn't start for another twenty-or-so minutes. I tried to move around him, but he blocked my way. "Did you . . . d-d-did you want anything?" I had no idea what made me stutter. Perhaps it was the way he was looking at me? Perhaps it made me feel intimidated?
"Oh yeah, I did want something, actually," he said casually, stepping into my room and closing the door behind him. I involuntarily took a step back. If you weren't there (which you weren't) you wouldn't know how I felt, but just then I felt . . . I dunno. Frightened, I guess.
I'm not that good with feelings and all. But . . . yeah, I was definitely uneasy.
Especially when he started taking slow strides towards me, and made me move backwards.
"And . . . and what do you want?" I asked, my voice surprisingly small - by this time he had cornered me against a wall.
He smiled at me.
"You," he said simply, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
And then he grabbed my shirt and roughly slammed his mouth against mine.
Shock.
That was all I felt at that moment. And I was still feeling shocked when he decided to push his tongue into my mouth. It was horrible - he tasted of cigarettes and vinegar, and he was practically gagging me by shoving his tongue down my throat.
Eventually I came to my senses and pushed him away.
I'm not exactly small, but Riley is taller and way more muscle-y than me.
So he pinned my arms up over my head, against the wall, and attacked my mouth with his again.
And then one of his hands . . . one of his hands started trailing down my . . . down my chest . . . and . . . and he rested it on my . . . on my . . . well, you know . . . my . . . PARTS.
By then I was getting really scared, because no matter how much I struggled, I couldn't free my hands.
Luckily, I was saved a second later, when someone knocked on the door.
"Banksie? Are you in there?" it was Scooter.
Riley immediately pulled away from me, looking slightly flushed.
Scooter let himself into my room after a few seconds. His eyes quickly darted in between me and his team captain, and I think that he noticed Riley's slightly erratic breathing.
"We're all gonna go now, guys. We don't wanna be late," Scooter said, a slightly suspicious look on his face.
"Yeah . . . yeah, we should go. Come on, Banksie," Riley grinned in a feral- like manner at me.
I couldn't say anything (since I was too stunned to speak), so I just nodded.
What on earth - no, scrap that, what the HELL - just happened? was the thought that was running through my mind the whole time that the rest of the Warriors (from Varsity, I mean) and I made our way to the stands in the ice-skating hall.
The Ducks were already on the rink, warming up.
And then I just noticed something that I had never noticed before.
Charlie is a really good skater.
No, really. I mean, I knew that he was good at skating - he WAS the captain, after all - but I never knew that he could be so . . . well . . . passionate about something. But just then I noticed it.
It's just . . . the way he was skating . . . there was something in his posture that said, 'I'm going to play my hardest today - I want respect from this school and I'm gonna EARN it by showing them how good the Mighty Ducks can play.'
I think I was just kind of standing there, next to the stands, staring at him, and he must have felt someone staring at him because he looked right at me - right into my eyes - and then we both looked away. I think I must have been blushing. I couldn't help noticing, though, that Charlie avoided looking at me throughout the entire game. And also, I couldn't help noticing the sharp glare that Riley sent at the back of Charlie's head.
And just then I remembered that Riley had touched me - not to mention kissed me - against my own will.
Funny how just looking at Charlie can make me forget all that.
But still, I turned around to try and make sure that I didn't end up sitting next to Riley, and was greeted by the sight of him sucking face with this blonde girl in cheerleader uniform.
Key word being GIRL.
She was obviously his girlfriend. So what the hell had he been doing kissing ME?
And then I started to feel something more than shock. Disgust. Disgust with me, with him . . . what on earth possessed him to do that? I mean, he's a senior, he's the captain of the hockey team, he's got a blonde, big- breasted cheerleader girlfriend . . . what more does he want? What, does he get off on molesting freshmen or something?
Those thoughts made me scowl, but I quickly wiped the look off my face as I sat next to Scooter. Riley, his girlfriend, Cole, and this other cheerleader were sitting behind us.
Scooter's alright, really. He's not much of a follower of Riley - I mean, he doesn't bow down at his feet or anything, or succumb to his every wish, like Cole.
"Hey, Banksie, what happened between you and Riley at your room today?" Scooter whispered to me while everyone else was filing into the hall.
"N-nothing," I lied.
I don't know why, but I didn't want him to know what Riley had really done. It might have disgusted him - he might have hated me, or something. And I didn't want to lose the second semi-friend that I had (the first being Julie).
"But when I came in you looked kind of pale. Are you sure everything's alright?" he asked quietly, frowning slightly.
"Yeah. Sure, Scooter. Everything's fine," I said, keeping my eyes on the rink.
"Whatever you say, Banksie. But if you have any problems . . . you can come to me, OK?" he offered, which was sweet of him, I guess. In a kind of big- brotherly way.
I gave him a small grin.
"Thanks," I said.
Then the game started.
It had barely been going on ten seconds, when Charlie scored a goal.
It was AMAZING - it had to have been the quickest time he'd ever scored a goal in his whole hockey career!
And, of course, since the Mighty Ducks (well, the Eden Hall Warriors now), had been my previous team, I stood up and started clapping loudly.
Charlie really had a lot of talent on the rink.
Not like me, the boy who never wanted to play hockey in the first place but was forced to by his father. No, Charlie has a natural talent that shows every time we play a game.
And I'd only noticed it a few seconds ago.
Anyway, while I was clapping, I felt this large hand on my shoulder, pushing me back to my seat roughly. It belonged to Riley.
So he gave my shoulder a hard squeeze (which instantly made me feel sick - I didn't want his hand squeezing ANY part of my body, thank you), and removed it. I've even got a large bruise on my shoulder now. Damn, he squeezes REALLY hard.
Then, about half way through the game, he had his hand nestled 'casually' on the back of my shoulder, making sure that I didn't stand up to clap anymore.
Scooter didn't seem to have noticed - he was too busy staring at Julie who was STARING AT ME.
Oh, dammit. I've just realised. What if she saw that Riley constantly had his hand behind my shoulder? Would she suspect anything? Would she tell Charlie?
Wait a second, I'm worrying about nothing here, there's nothing TO suspect.
But still . . . I don't want anybody knowing that my new Captain practically assaulted me. Especially not Charlie.
I don't know why. But . . . he would definitely be disgusted with me, and say that it was all my fault . . . which it is, probably.
I mean, I had probably given out all these signals, or something, to Riley, and . . . and . . .
That gave him the right to molest me?
Well, no, but . . .
Just the thought of Charlie's blue-green eyes (which often remind me of the sea) filling up with disgust . . . it's enough to make me wanna cry.
I know what you're probably thinking: it's not like we're best friends anymore, so it shouldn't bother me too much.
But it does.
And the worst thing is, I think I know why.
I think I know why I care so much about what Charlie thinks of me.
Not Fulton, not Goldberg, not Averman . . .
But Charlie.
The reason being . . .
I am in love with him.
So that is why it hurt when later, after the Eden Hall Warriors' game (in which they drew), after my practice with the Warriors, when we came back to our locker room, we found it to be completely frozen. Everything - the lockers, the jackets. And on the wall there were written the words, 'Varsity sucks ice'.
But that's not what hurt me most.
No, what hurt me most was the fact that MY jacket and MY locker had got full power of the freezing thingy - I could tell because I had used one of them freezy thingies before.
Then Riley got mad, growled out the word, "Ducks," and smashed his locker and jacket, shards of frozen glass flying outwards. Some of it almost cut me on the neck. Almost.
And now all I want to know is this:
Why does everyone hate me?
- Adam Leonarde Banks, the boy with the fucked up life
I am calm. I am calm, I am calm. I am CALM.
But still, OMG! But sadly, it's only a rumour. *sniff* Has anyone else heard that anywhere? Oh, and does anyone know where I can get pictures of scenes from the third Mighty Ducks movie (preferably with Charlie and Adam in them)???
Oh, also . . . do you know what else I found out? Some of you might already know this, but for those who don't, I will inform you that in the third Mighty Ducks movie, Joshua and Vincent (Charlie and Adam's alter-egos) were both eighteen! Or seventeen. Depending on if the movie was made in spring or in autumn. Anyway, Joshua Jackson's birthday is on the 11th of June, and Vincet Angelo LaRusso's birthday is on the 16th of May - which makes him almost a month older than Josh! But in my story, Charlie is older than Adam. And I have no idea if I have just amazed/disgusted/offended/excited/indifferent-ed you, but wheeeeeee! I am so hYpEr!!!
Oh yes, and Josh and Vinnie are both twenty-five years old now!!! Not that you care, or anything . . . but still, it was VERY exciting to know when I found out about it.
And now, (finally), the important bit of my A/N: the thank-yous . . .
Nellie2 - Yes, you are right. At least, I think you're right . . . *stops to ponder* Anyhow, I'm glad that you're loving it! And I hope that you also like this chapter, which is (so far) the longest one! Wheeeee!
Flat*Out*Crazy - I understand. I'm very easily amused too. And don't worry, I won't sue you. *grins* Hope you like this chapter!
Cards - Glad that you think that Charlie is 'funnah'. And yeah, a good way of making them come out of the closet! Enjoy this chapter!
percussion - Oooh, a new reviewer! 'Tis true . . . Adam's got about a billion different names. *smiles* That bit you mentioned from D1 DOES sound rather disturbing . . . but sadly, I haven't watched D1 or D2 for about FIVE BLOODY YEARS!!! WHY don't they show it on TV like they do D3??? I mean, SOME of us haven't watched the first two movies for FIVE YEARS!!! *has to breathe into a paper bag again* Anyway, enjoy the chapter! And please keep reviewing!
crazy4nc128 - You're right. Charlie is a VERY stupid prick indeed. But hey, I'm the one that made him like that! *starts to worry* Not that you should blame ME for his actions, or anything! *nervous laugh* Ahem. Anyway, Julie's just the one that's VOICING her cares/fears/whatever for/about Adam. Thank you for calling that chapter fantastic! *smiles* Hey, when are you gonna update 'Realization'? And, um, Riley's gonna be . . . kind of . . . bad in this chapter. And in Adam's third entry . . . well, it might just put you off him completely. Like, for life. I hope I have intrigued you! *starts beaming madly*
lrigelbbub - Oooh, ANOTHER new reviewer! YAY! *jumps up and down with joy* Yeah, their journals kind of contain their thoughts. Well, I mean, of course they do! They're JOURNALS! *smacks self on head for being so silly* Hope you like this chapter! Oh, and please keep reviewing!
kellyerielf - Thanks for letting me know his name! I agree with you. Charlie is a dork. AND a prick. AND extremely blind. Well, about the 'shagging' term . . . actually, I am British. *looks horrified at what she just said, that is, wrote* OMG! No, I am NOT British! I just live there. In Britain, I mean. In London, actually. But still, I wasn't born here (by 'here' I mean in the UK). And it isn't my mother tongue either! Teehee! Anyway, please don't get put off by me living in England! (Oh, and HP ROCKS and so does 'shagging'! ; P) Enjoy this chapter!!!
LB - I'm glad that you can identify with Charlie! Yes, Adam SHOULD be scared. In fact . . . read this chapter. It'll go into why Riley's 'paying way too much attention to him'. And it won't be pretty. *grins* I've always wanted to say that! Oh, ANOTHER good word to describe Charlie! Now we've got; prick, dork, and oblivious! YAY! This is the Conway Thesaurus - Many Different Words To Describe What An Idiot Charlie Is. And you're right . . . Julie HAS got good taste in boys . . . I agree with what you said about Scooter there. Keep leaving long reviews, honey, I LOVE THEM! And I kick @$$? Really? *blushes and beams madly* Enjoy this chapter!!!
Gothic Author - And ANOTHER new reviewer! |Gothic Author - And ANOTHER new reviewer! Yay! Yes, Charlie IS rather delusioned, isn't he? So we've got another word for the Conway Thesaurus - Many Different Words To Describe What An Idiot Charlie Is - delusional. Hope you like this chapter! Oh, and please keep reviewing!
~~~~~~~~ Behind The Walls ~~~~~~~~
ENTRY TWO - Adam
Dear Journal,
I can't believe it.
I simply can NOT believe it.
I am currently on my bed in the room that I have all to myself, the lights are off, but I've got my bedside light on, and I am writing in this journal.
Rick Riley kissed me.
I mean actually kissed. As in, properly kissed me. With tongues and all that.
My first kiss . . . with Rick RILEY.
And I didn't even want it to HAPPEN!
It happened right before the game.
The Eden Hall Warriors were playing against some weird visiting team (I can't remember what they're called) today. We were going to sit in the stands because, naturally, the Varsity team wanted to observe the Eden Hall Warriors' skills and all. I had opened the door to my room, and had come face to face with my new captain.
"Hi Banksie," he sort of . . . purred (there's no other word to describe it, really).
"Um, hi, Riley," I said nervously. I didn't know what, but something about him made me slightly apprehensive around him. Right now I realise that maybe it was his PERVINESS that made me so anxious.
"Are you coming to watch the game with us?" he asked.
"Er . . . yeah. Um, we better get going," I said, even though the game didn't start for another twenty-or-so minutes. I tried to move around him, but he blocked my way. "Did you . . . d-d-did you want anything?" I had no idea what made me stutter. Perhaps it was the way he was looking at me? Perhaps it made me feel intimidated?
"Oh yeah, I did want something, actually," he said casually, stepping into my room and closing the door behind him. I involuntarily took a step back. If you weren't there (which you weren't) you wouldn't know how I felt, but just then I felt . . . I dunno. Frightened, I guess.
I'm not that good with feelings and all. But . . . yeah, I was definitely uneasy.
Especially when he started taking slow strides towards me, and made me move backwards.
"And . . . and what do you want?" I asked, my voice surprisingly small - by this time he had cornered me against a wall.
He smiled at me.
"You," he said simply, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
And then he grabbed my shirt and roughly slammed his mouth against mine.
Shock.
That was all I felt at that moment. And I was still feeling shocked when he decided to push his tongue into my mouth. It was horrible - he tasted of cigarettes and vinegar, and he was practically gagging me by shoving his tongue down my throat.
Eventually I came to my senses and pushed him away.
I'm not exactly small, but Riley is taller and way more muscle-y than me.
So he pinned my arms up over my head, against the wall, and attacked my mouth with his again.
And then one of his hands . . . one of his hands started trailing down my . . . down my chest . . . and . . . and he rested it on my . . . on my . . . well, you know . . . my . . . PARTS.
By then I was getting really scared, because no matter how much I struggled, I couldn't free my hands.
Luckily, I was saved a second later, when someone knocked on the door.
"Banksie? Are you in there?" it was Scooter.
Riley immediately pulled away from me, looking slightly flushed.
Scooter let himself into my room after a few seconds. His eyes quickly darted in between me and his team captain, and I think that he noticed Riley's slightly erratic breathing.
"We're all gonna go now, guys. We don't wanna be late," Scooter said, a slightly suspicious look on his face.
"Yeah . . . yeah, we should go. Come on, Banksie," Riley grinned in a feral- like manner at me.
I couldn't say anything (since I was too stunned to speak), so I just nodded.
What on earth - no, scrap that, what the HELL - just happened? was the thought that was running through my mind the whole time that the rest of the Warriors (from Varsity, I mean) and I made our way to the stands in the ice-skating hall.
The Ducks were already on the rink, warming up.
And then I just noticed something that I had never noticed before.
Charlie is a really good skater.
No, really. I mean, I knew that he was good at skating - he WAS the captain, after all - but I never knew that he could be so . . . well . . . passionate about something. But just then I noticed it.
It's just . . . the way he was skating . . . there was something in his posture that said, 'I'm going to play my hardest today - I want respect from this school and I'm gonna EARN it by showing them how good the Mighty Ducks can play.'
I think I was just kind of standing there, next to the stands, staring at him, and he must have felt someone staring at him because he looked right at me - right into my eyes - and then we both looked away. I think I must have been blushing. I couldn't help noticing, though, that Charlie avoided looking at me throughout the entire game. And also, I couldn't help noticing the sharp glare that Riley sent at the back of Charlie's head.
And just then I remembered that Riley had touched me - not to mention kissed me - against my own will.
Funny how just looking at Charlie can make me forget all that.
But still, I turned around to try and make sure that I didn't end up sitting next to Riley, and was greeted by the sight of him sucking face with this blonde girl in cheerleader uniform.
Key word being GIRL.
She was obviously his girlfriend. So what the hell had he been doing kissing ME?
And then I started to feel something more than shock. Disgust. Disgust with me, with him . . . what on earth possessed him to do that? I mean, he's a senior, he's the captain of the hockey team, he's got a blonde, big- breasted cheerleader girlfriend . . . what more does he want? What, does he get off on molesting freshmen or something?
Those thoughts made me scowl, but I quickly wiped the look off my face as I sat next to Scooter. Riley, his girlfriend, Cole, and this other cheerleader were sitting behind us.
Scooter's alright, really. He's not much of a follower of Riley - I mean, he doesn't bow down at his feet or anything, or succumb to his every wish, like Cole.
"Hey, Banksie, what happened between you and Riley at your room today?" Scooter whispered to me while everyone else was filing into the hall.
"N-nothing," I lied.
I don't know why, but I didn't want him to know what Riley had really done. It might have disgusted him - he might have hated me, or something. And I didn't want to lose the second semi-friend that I had (the first being Julie).
"But when I came in you looked kind of pale. Are you sure everything's alright?" he asked quietly, frowning slightly.
"Yeah. Sure, Scooter. Everything's fine," I said, keeping my eyes on the rink.
"Whatever you say, Banksie. But if you have any problems . . . you can come to me, OK?" he offered, which was sweet of him, I guess. In a kind of big- brotherly way.
I gave him a small grin.
"Thanks," I said.
Then the game started.
It had barely been going on ten seconds, when Charlie scored a goal.
It was AMAZING - it had to have been the quickest time he'd ever scored a goal in his whole hockey career!
And, of course, since the Mighty Ducks (well, the Eden Hall Warriors now), had been my previous team, I stood up and started clapping loudly.
Charlie really had a lot of talent on the rink.
Not like me, the boy who never wanted to play hockey in the first place but was forced to by his father. No, Charlie has a natural talent that shows every time we play a game.
And I'd only noticed it a few seconds ago.
Anyway, while I was clapping, I felt this large hand on my shoulder, pushing me back to my seat roughly. It belonged to Riley.
So he gave my shoulder a hard squeeze (which instantly made me feel sick - I didn't want his hand squeezing ANY part of my body, thank you), and removed it. I've even got a large bruise on my shoulder now. Damn, he squeezes REALLY hard.
Then, about half way through the game, he had his hand nestled 'casually' on the back of my shoulder, making sure that I didn't stand up to clap anymore.
Scooter didn't seem to have noticed - he was too busy staring at Julie who was STARING AT ME.
Oh, dammit. I've just realised. What if she saw that Riley constantly had his hand behind my shoulder? Would she suspect anything? Would she tell Charlie?
Wait a second, I'm worrying about nothing here, there's nothing TO suspect.
But still . . . I don't want anybody knowing that my new Captain practically assaulted me. Especially not Charlie.
I don't know why. But . . . he would definitely be disgusted with me, and say that it was all my fault . . . which it is, probably.
I mean, I had probably given out all these signals, or something, to Riley, and . . . and . . .
That gave him the right to molest me?
Well, no, but . . .
Just the thought of Charlie's blue-green eyes (which often remind me of the sea) filling up with disgust . . . it's enough to make me wanna cry.
I know what you're probably thinking: it's not like we're best friends anymore, so it shouldn't bother me too much.
But it does.
And the worst thing is, I think I know why.
I think I know why I care so much about what Charlie thinks of me.
Not Fulton, not Goldberg, not Averman . . .
But Charlie.
The reason being . . .
I am in love with him.
So that is why it hurt when later, after the Eden Hall Warriors' game (in which they drew), after my practice with the Warriors, when we came back to our locker room, we found it to be completely frozen. Everything - the lockers, the jackets. And on the wall there were written the words, 'Varsity sucks ice'.
But that's not what hurt me most.
No, what hurt me most was the fact that MY jacket and MY locker had got full power of the freezing thingy - I could tell because I had used one of them freezy thingies before.
Then Riley got mad, growled out the word, "Ducks," and smashed his locker and jacket, shards of frozen glass flying outwards. Some of it almost cut me on the neck. Almost.
And now all I want to know is this:
Why does everyone hate me?
- Adam Leonarde Banks, the boy with the fucked up life