Adam started to bite his nails. He stared at the clock, and then would look out the door whenever he heard a noise in the hall.
Adam pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and began text messaging his friend, Nick. He was caught off guard when he looked up and noticed Beth standing in the doorway looking at him.
He immediately closed his phone and looked back down at the floor. Then breathed a sigh of relief when he heard he laugh.
"Were you text messaging a girlfriend?" She teased him as she sat down behind her desk.
Adam shook his head. "No. No...Definately not." He laughed, since it was actually a guy he was text messaging.
"Adam...Don't worry, you're not in trouble." Beth told him a moment later. She then pulled out a manilla folder. "I just have to go through the whole rules and regulations and boring stuff."
Adam breathed a sigh a relief. "Thank God." He muttered under his breath.
"Okay. You come in, and you sign this sheet," she showed him a piece of paper, "you write what time you got here. Then you go to coaching room, change into your skates, and be on the ice at least five minutes before the class starts."
"I can do that." Adam said. "I'm not going to have my own class next week, am I?"
"Not yet." Beth told him. "You can continue to be a coach's assisant."
"I don't think that coaching is my thing." Adam said. "Can I like, sharpen skates instead, or file paper work."
Beth shook her head before he even finished his sentance. "Adam, I don't care if you stand on the ice staring at the wall. But your principal was very specfic about wanting you to coach. And so that is what you are going to do. Even if you are just acting like you are helping someone coach."
Adam frowned, and bit his nails again. "Okay." He mumbled.
"And I promise, you and Shane will never coach together again." She told him.
Adam came very close to smiling. "It was that obvisous huh?"
"You had that look on your face." Beth laughed.
"What look?" Adam asked.
"That look you used to get when you didn't want your mom to help you take off your skates. Or when someone scored a goal while you were on defense." Beth told him. "That look when you just want to be somewhere else."
"I didn't know I had a look like that." Adam said.
Beth smiled. "You're talking to your big sister here." She reminded him.
"How could I forget?" he asked.
Beth laughed. She then continued to go over all the rules of the rink. How he had to actually stay on the ice during free skate. He had to actually talk to parents if they approach him (joy). And blah blah blah.
Adam was extremely happy when he was allowed to leave the building and go back to his dorm. He wanted to sleep!
Adam walked up to the room and opened the door. His friend, Nick Williams (guy he was texting), was sitting at his desk.
"Hey." Nick said as he looked up at Adam for a minute and then went back to writing something down.
"What are you doing?" Adam asked as he shut the door behind him.
"Homework." Nick said, not looking away from the piece of paper.
"Really?" Adam asked, a little shocked. Nick and homework were not the best of friends.
Nick shrugged. "Copying homework." He said, being a bit more clear.
Adam threw down his bag and then fell onto the bed. "Man, I hate coaching." He shouted as he stretched on his bed.
Nick laughed. "I already heard that...Text messaging." He said.
"You wouldn't believe it! I had to help this fifteen year old girl and a gay guy coach." He said, smacking his forehead. "I wanted to leave the second I got there."
"Man, that sucks." He said. "On the plus side...Hilary Green is throwing a party tonight. And we are on the guest list!"
Adam smiled. Hilary was the most popular, and rich girl in school that he had been trying to hook up with for a long time. "All right. Maybe tonight is the night." He said.
"Lets hope so." Nick said. "You are getting pretty desperate."
"I am not." Adam said as he threw a pillow at his friend.
Monday morning rolled around all too soon for Adam. Saturday night went just as he hoped, and he woke up a very happy guy. Too bad he had forgotten about the hockey practice Orion had scheduled for Sunday. He thought his head was going to explode as Charlie pounded on his dorm room door at 11:45. Despite the fact that Adam barely talked to him anymore, Charlie constantly was trying to talk to Adam and made sure that he went to practice, and was basically a pain in the butt.
After a painful practice on Sunday afternoon, Adam went to go see his "tutor", Haylee, who was just the girl who gave him all the answers to his homework because she had a crush on him, and then he went and fell asleep until his alarm clock went off at 6:30 on Monday morning.
Adam went to school and did what he did everyday in school...Nothing. He sat in the back of his class next to one of the guys in his posse, and if he wasn't sleeping he would make fun of the teacher, flirt with the girls around him, and then went onto the next class.
Adam had a little bounce in his step when he walked to hockey practice. Everyone in school had been talking about the new "It" couple, who happened to be him and Hilary. Just like he had wanted for the past month. Not to mention, it was the same girl that Portman had dated earlier in the year, and couldn't wait to say something about it.
Adam skated around the ice rink to warm up while the team waited for Orion to show up. When he went out to center ice to stretch while he waited, Portman came over a minute later.
"Hey Banks, I hear you and Hilary Green are now going out." Portman said in a sly, yet some what hurting tone.
"Yep. Sure am." Adam said, with a smirk. "She is one great catch, don't know why anyone would have dumped her."
Portman shrugged. "Yeah, I guess thats the kind of girl you like." Portman then turned and skated over to Julie, who instantly smiled and started flirting with the Bash Brother.
Adam rolled his eyes. "The kind of girl I like? What is that supposed to mean?" He thought. He had to take a deep breath and count to ten so he wouldn't go and punch Portman. If he did, he would be kicked off the hockey team, which was something that could not happen. Hockey was the only thing that Adam controlled his temper for, for at least most of the time.
Adam was more than thrilled when he looked in the stands during practice and saw Hilary watching him practice. Even more when Portman "accidently" ran into him while doing sprints. It was a fall that Adam wasn't upset about taking.
After practice, Adam had his tough guy smile on his face as he walked out of the ice rink with Hilary on his arm.
"So...how was you're day?" Hilary asked as the two walked through the parking lot over to Adam's jeep.
"It was a day." Adam said, he then leaned over and kissed Hilary and smiled. "But it has gotten so much better now that I am with you."
Hilary smiled and flipped her hair. "I am so lucky to be dating the hottest guy on the hockey team." She said very loudly as the two passed Portman and Julie.
"And I am so lucky to be dating the most beautiful girl in school." Adam told her.
Hilary giggled. "I'm sure you say that to every girl you have dated."
Adam shook his head. "I never say what I don't mean." He told her, and recieved a kiss from Hilary for it.
It was a lie. It was all a lie. Adam honestly didn't like her at all. But she was one of the most popular girls in school, and that was one of the girls that Adam's crew hung out with. She was blonde, skinny, long-legged, big boobed, and easy. She was somewhat cute, but Adam knew what she was like. He knew she was going to be hanging around him for another week, and then dump him, make her friends hate him, and then move an to another one of his friends. It was how those girls worked. Adam knew it, but he didn't care.
Adam and Hilary got into his car and drove over to the back parking lot behind the gym. It was where Adam's friends and their girlfriends hung out. Many of the girls around school only wished they could hang out in the back lot for a week. There really was nothing stopping them. Other than that everyone back there was paired up, and constantly making out with one another if they weren't skateboarding or doing burn outs in their cars.
"Banks!" Gaven Sharp yelled as Adam pulled up with the windows rolled down and the stereo blasting. How Adam was able to hear Gave yell, he wasn't quite sure.
Adam backed into a parking spot next to his friend's white Honda Prelude at the end of the lot. He then got out of the car and ran over to his friends. "Heeeeey!" Adam yelled as he approached his friends.
"Baaaaaaanks." Evan Carson yelled back as he threw him a pack of cigerettes. "We got your favorites."
Adam smiled as he looked down at the box of Reds in his hands. He pulled one out and lit it.
"Where's Hilary?" Gaven asked.
Adam looked around. He then looked back to his car and saw that Hilary was still sitting in the passengers seat of his car, glaring at him. Adam rolled his eyes as he walked back over and opened the door for her.
"What was that for?" Hilary asked.
Adam sighed. "I'm sorry." He said. "I was craving a cigerette. My mind was a bit on a one way track."
Hilary folded her arms. "Don't let it happen again." She told him. She then walked over to the group of girls in the lot. Of course, they were all friends.
Adam walked back over to his friends. There was the usually group, Gaven, Evan, Derek Turner, Mike Saunders, Ben Zimmerman, and Nate Doyle. They were all known as the bad boys of the school. All the other guys were somewhat scared of them, and all the girls thought they were cute, yet knew to stay away from them.
"So Banks...You never told us about the whole skating thing. How was it?" Ben asked as his girl of the week, Nicole came over to him.
"Oh it was great. Hanging around homeschooled rejects and gay guys and little kids on a Saturday, I am going to shoot myself before too long." Adam said as Hilary appeared at his side. Suddenly all the girl's were standing around in their little smoking circle.
"That sucks." Mike said as he dropped his cigerette butt and smashed it into the ground.
"Isn't there a girl there that coaches that goes here?" Suzanne, Gaven's girlfriend asked him.
"Thats what I heard. But I didn't meet her." Adam said as he wrapped his arm around Hilary's shoulder.
"I know who it is." Mike's girlfriend, Christine said. "Its that girl, Riley Mason."
Hilary gave her a weird look. "Who's that?" She asked.
"That girl in our English class who always knows everything." Christine told her.
"And always kills the curve on those tests." Nicole added. "I don't like her."
Ben laughed. "Of course you don't. You hate everyone." He teased her.
"I hate everyone but you." Nicole said with a giggle and then kissed his ear.
Adam had remembered Heather saying something about her sister going to school. He hadn't thought much about it. He had a feeling she was a straight A type student who never got into trouble. Afterall, he had never heard of her. And from what the girls were saying, he was right. Of course this means that now he was going to be spending Saturday mornings with her from now until the end of the years. Yay. Yet another perk.
The gang continued to hang out in the back lot. As usual, no teachers came by, no one outside of their group came by, and they did not do anything but mess around for nearly four hours before they finally all went back to their dorms at around 9:30.
After walking Hilary to her dorm and a little fooling around, Adam went back to his dorm room. He sat up and talked to Nick for a little while before going to sleep, and continuing the cycle of his daily life, which he still hated everything about.
Aight! Chapter five will be up soon. Adam and this Riley girl will finally meet. How does Adam's second day of coaching go? You'll find out soon enough. :) Until then...Peace!