A/N: Hello my dear readers! I apologise profusely (funky word, eh?) for the delay of this chapter. Well, at least I put it up sooner than the last chap was put up (after almost a year). :) I actually had the chapter done about two and a half months ago, but it took me AGES to write the thank-yous and this A/N (mostly cos I'm a lazy bugger and I also had sooooooooo much coursework and exams). I'm terribly sorry if you find this chapter a bit stilted or whatever, as I feel that it's kind of crap (though not as bad as some of the past chapters, I've recently realised). Oh, and I also apologise for any mistakes I've made when attempting to transcribe some speech from the movie (which I haven't seen for, like, a year, lol). E.g. who says what, who does what, what order it happens in … etc.
But despite that, I hope you all read, enjoy, and REVIEW!
THANK YOUs:
Banksiesbabe99 – Thanks for the review! I know, I know, poor Adam :gives Banksie a hug:. And I agree, it was sick that Cole and Warring were there (is it wrong for me to talk about my story as if I didn't write it? Lol). Oh, and I am afraid I will have to disappoint you, for the Banksie-bashing (hehehehe check it out, it's alliteration!) shall continue for the next few chapters! Though none shall be as visual or bad as the last one. I think. I hope. Maybe … aieee, I don't even know, and I'm the author! Oh dear … Anyway, sorry that it took me quite a while to update again :blush: but hey, at least it didn't take me almost a year to update like last time! Hope you enjoy this chappie (though it's a bit crappy). Whoo, it rhymed: )
atlanta's apples – Yay, you said (well, implied) that I have 'serious talent'! I am HAPPY: ) Anyhow, yes, I'm really sorry last chapter took aaaaaaaages to come out :supreme blush: I kinda have this thing where I start a story, post the first few chapters up one after the other in, like, two months, and then I crawl under my bed and live with my pet tramp for about a year because of writer's block. But yeah. This chappie's come out quicker than last chap, though! That's good, right? Anyways, I'm really glad you like the story (and this might be one of your face Mighty Ducks fan fics? Really? Über-coolness:parties:), and I hope you enjoy this chapter (although it's a bit iffy)! Oh, and do continue checking for updates, you stalker-esque person, you. :D
sammy – Thanks! And don't worry, continue I shall! Move forth to read the next chapter, and enjoy!
crazy4nc128 - :D Banksie and Fulton appreciate the hug. Rick and Cole and Nick, however, wanted me to warn you that they will 'mash you up' if you dared to kick them again. I told them to fuck themselves because they knew no one else would, and they shut up, so that was taken care of. Anyway, whoooo! This update didn't take quite as long as the last one to write! Hope you enjoy this chappie!
MOO – Yum yum! I ate the virtual slice of your tasty chocolate chip cake virtually, and it was virtually quite yummy, so thank you for that! And I HAVE updated again … so … uh … send me the cake soon, yeah? Lol. And no worries, it IS a rather good persuasion technique, especially for someone who loves chocolate as much as me. :) Enjoy the chapter (and send more cake)!
DanishGirl – Lol, don't worry 'bout forgetting about this story, I do that to other stories all the time! Anyways, glad you still think it's good, and I'm glad (I think) that you still feel sorry for Adam. Yep, yep, Riley is a twisted, evil, perverted bugger. I hope that Banksie gets some revenge too (it's odd for me to say this when I'm the one writing the story, isn't it? Lol)! Well … will he? Or won't he? (I'm not sure, but) you'll just have to keep reading to find out! (Yup, I'm great with enticing you to keep reading, aren't I:)) And, um … I'm not really updating soon … but hey, it's less than a year, so, um … yeah. Lol. Enjoy the chapter!
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Beloved – Thanks! I wasn't sure if the last chapter was that good or not, I personally thought that it sounded a bit crude, but I'm glad you thought I handled it well! The posting of this chapter is kinda soon-ish, isn't it? Sorry for the delay, but I hope you enjoy the chappie!
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ENTRY FOUR – Charlie
Bastards. Those bastards.
Take a wild guess who I'm talking about. None other than those COCK-SUCKING WARRIORS.
And who's the biggest bastard of them all?
Banks, of course.
It's currently two am, and I'm lying in my bed in the dorm room that I share with Fulton (who is snoring like a warthog), with my bedside lamp on, and I'm writing in this journal.
I guess I oughta start from the beginning, just to explain things.
Well, all us 'JV' players (God, I can't even write that without cringing) managed to get to the Minnesota Club in good time (meaning we were about half an hour late, but ah well, traffic, you know?), which meant that Julie couldn't sit next to that Scooter guy she fancies (although when we tease her about it she screeches, 'I do not!' and then proceeds to kick our collective asses – though not literally, thank the Lord), and I ended up sitting next to Riley.
Yeah. That's right. Riley.
But it was alright, sort of, in the beginning.
I mean, it started out nice enough.
At about six fifteen we (meaning the Eden Hall and Varsity Warriors) were already seated comfortably in our chairs, eating food and making polite conversation, most of us in suits, and (in Connie and Julie's case) dresses. The Varsity team were wearing their school jackets.
So, I was seated next to Riley, thinking, 'Hey, he's not that bad really ... well, OK, he is shit dull and one hell of an up-himself dick, but still, he DOES want to know how I did one of my coolest moves yesterday', and then I shot a quick glance at Adam and saw that he was watching me and Riley kind of intently, but I brushed it off, thinking that my hair must be really messy (well, messier than usual, that is), or something.
Oh, and you know how I said I was worried about him before (Banksie, that is, not Riley)? Yeah? Well, forget that.
I mean, OK, I'll admit, when I saw him at the dinner, he looked (to be frank) like shit.
There were bags under his eyes, he was quiet, even for him, and really withdrawn. I swear, he hardly talked to anyone.
Not that I care, though. This is all his fault. He fucking betrayed us – again! First, he goes off with Varsity, and then they go and play that fucking prank on us!
After a couple of hours of dull, polite conversation, Riley stood up in order to make a toast:
"On behalf of the Eden Hall Warrior Varsity State Champion Hockey Team, I'd like to welcome the future State Champs: the Eden Hall Freshmen. Hear, hear."
Me and Russ shared a look – that was kind of decent of Riley. Odd.
But still, we all raised our glasses of champagne (at least there was one perk to that dinner – Riley ordered drinks on Daddy's Platinum card. Or it may have been Banks, who knows?) and repeated, "Hear, hear".
Then some big guy sitting opposite me (I think it was Cole, he's one hell of a thick buffoon, but you can't really tell as all the Varsity players look the same) smacked Banks on the back (in reply to which Banks looked down at his lap, looking uncomfortable), and Riley gave Adam a weird sort of glance as he said, "We're just glad you loaned us Banksie so we'd have a chance to beat you guys in the annual Freshman/Varsity showdown."
Yeah right, I remember thinking. In your dreams, rich-boy.
I don't really know who that was directed at, though. Riley or Banks. After all, they're both complete ASSHOLES that have more money than God.
"Now, nobody move," Riley said.
I saw Luis raise an eyebrow at this – and I'll bet he was thinking and we're meant to be taking orders from you
"We've got one last surprise."
Luis' other eyebrow went up – it was a rather comical sight, really.
"Fellas?" Riley asked his boys.
Everyone on the Varsity team got up and started to walk out of the doors of the restaurant.
"Banksie?" Riley said to Adam, who was still staring down at his lap and looking somewhat scared. Banks quickly got up and walked out, not looking back at any of us.
Damn, I can't believe that Riley calls Adam Banksie! I mean, what in the hell? Only Banks' friends call him 'Banksie' – and we were his friends. Well, until he decided to piss off and join the Stuck-Up-Snob Brigade with his new best friend and fuck-buddy, Rick Riley.
"Don't worry, we'll be right back," one of the Varsity guys 'assured' us carelessly, as a few of us were looking rather apprehensive.
And how right those people were. To be nervous, I mean.
"Hey, don't worry, I know what it is," Guy said, somewhat excitedly. "I overheard Riley telling Cole. It's a cake!"
Luis' eyebrows almost disappeared into his hairline, Goldberg clapped his hands in glee, Julie looked a bit sick, and Fulton looked indifferent.
And it was a cake.
No ordinary cake, though, for on the cake, piped in blue icing were the words …
"'Thanks for dinner … LOSERS!'" Goldberg read in surprise.
Everyone looked at around at each other in shock and confusion.
Just then a waiter handed me the bill.
I gulped as I looked down on it.
Oh fuck, I thought.
"What is it, Charlie?" Connie asked.
I put the piece of paper down on the table so that they could all see how much the dinner was worth:
$857.
"Oh man!" Averman whined – and right he was to do so. "Charlie, what are we gonna do?"
I didn't answer him, but loosened my collar a bit, suddenly feeling very hot – hot with embarrassment, hot with alarm, and hot with anger.
First of all – how the hell could we have let ourselves get fooled like that? Varsity were obviously complete DICKS. Why on earth did we think that after 'Cake-eater' said it was OK, it was? I mean, after all, he's 'gone over to the Dark Side' as Averman puts it.
Second of all – how the fuck were we gonna pay that bill? We were all in Eden Hall on scholarships, and we definitely didn't have the kind of spare cash on us to pay that shit.
And finally – how the FUCK could Banks DO this to us? He obviously knew about it – that was why he was so shifty at the dinner. What the hell is his problem? Is he so uptight and into himself that he can't fucking warn his friends (or ex-friends, whatever) that they're about to be forced to pay something they can't fucking afford to? What's up his ass? Riley's cock, no doubt.
God, Banks just makes me SICK.
And because of his fucking BETRAYAL, all of us now have to go to that restaurant after school for four hours every working day for one week – four hours – and wash the dishes, dry the dishes, clean the toilets, and basically do everything in order to make the restaurant 'pretty' for guests, JUST to pay off the fucking BILL!
I never thought that Banks had it in him to be such a complete and utter BASTARD! I seriously want to hit something (or someone – hey, why not Riley, he's a prick? Or, better yet, why not Banks?) 'cos I'm so angry.
Banks is such a fucking TRAITOR! I really hope he's suffering on Varsity, Lord knows he'd deserve it.
I mean, all the guys are quite a bit older than him, and the coach seems like a right fucker (though Orion easily beats him in the Prick Of The Month competition), so I hope that they're giving Banksie hell for being such a fucked up shit-eating FAG!
OK, fuck, I didn't mean to write that.
I mean, I didn't mean to sound like that.
I mean …
Fuck, I don't know what I mean. I'm just so fucking angry right now (and Fulton's fuck-off loud snores aren't helping my temper any), that I can't really think straight.
I mean, I know that Adam's gay, as he told me at the end of last year, and I don't have a problem with it – I mean, honestly I don't, if you're gay, you're gay, and that's all there is to it – but I've never called him something like a fag or a pouf or a fairy before.
But that's what he is, isn't he? And Riley totally has him whipped, and anyway, Banks is a traitor, so I shouldn't care about what I call him behind his back, should I?
Or does this mean that, in some sort of way, I'm betraying him by calling him names?
Wait a minute, what the fuck am I thinking? Of course I'm not betraying him! He means shit to me!
And anyway, he betrayed me first.
Fag.
- Charlie Conway, the guy who's in one hell of a pissed off mood despite the fact that it's three in the morning and he has a Maths test first thing at school. Ah well, Maths isn't worth shit when you're a hockey player