Portman's POV/

We stepped out into the empty (and less steamy) hallway.

"So you need to find the office?" I asked her.

"Uh, yah.. for the pads and shit," she said, her voice muffled as she pulled her hoodie off. As she lifted it off a tiny bit of her baby blue bra became visible and I quickly turned my head away.

"That was pretty funny in there, you've got some nerve," I said, finally letting out some of my laughter as we started down the hall.

"You're friend's hot," she said, looking straight ahead and not at me, a smile on her face.

Pfft. Come on? Fulton?

"Uh, ok.." I said, shifting uncomfortably.

"Oh I'm sorry, I take it your not gay then?" She asked, smiling broader then ever.

"No.. no I'm not gay," I said. Geeze, it was stressful being with this chick.

"Ok, just checking."

We arrived at the office and she went in and asked the receptionist for an order form. I didn't know what to do. Wait for her? We only just met. But if I left then she might think I'm an ass. I looked at the clock. Half and hour till the bell. I watched as Ashley filled out the sheet and slipped it into a box. She came back out.

"So, what're you doing today?" She asked me.

"Uhh... what? I have class in like half an hour."

"So you're going to school today," she smirked.

"Aren't you?"

"Nope," she said casually, "I checked the regulations, can't get kicked off the team unless I get expelled and I'll only get expelled if I skip three whole days in a row. So I won't."

"You also have to mantain a B average," I mentioned, waiting to see the smirk drop off her face, but it didn't.

"No problem." she said.

She was pretty cocky. Like some of the jocks around this school, only... she was a chick.

"So.. you don't wanna hang out? Show me around town?"

I turned to look at her. She must be nuts.

"I- I can't..."

She cut me off.

"Okay, no problem.. figured you might be up for it.. maybe I'll find that cute friend of yours."

Whao. Little red flag going up. Here was this totally sexy babe asking me if I wanted to spend the day with her, in a town I knew better then she did, and I was saying no! What the hell was wrong with me?

"Ahh, wait a sec," I called after her, "On second thought, I have a math test I havn't studied for," I smiled and she smiled back.

"K, just lemme get my jacket from my room," She took off up a flight of stairs and I followed her.

Ashley's POV/

I took the stairs two at a time and reached the top well before the big guy. I leaned against the wall and waited.

"You're a little out of shape," I commented, smiling at him as he got to the top.

"Excuse me?" He said, a look of cocky confidence on his face.

I started walking again. He followed.

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name," I said.

"Dean Portman."

"Ahh, I see.. and your friend? What's his name?"

"Oh him, Fulton. Fulton Reed."

"Hmm."

I pushed the door open into another corridor. The girls dorm hallway.

"Am I allowed to be up here?" Portman asked.

"I don't know." I answered.

I looked behind me in time to see him shrug those broad shoulders of his.

I got to my door and went in, shutting it only slightly behind me. I waited a second but he didn't poke his nose in. That was kind of suprising. This guy was hot, and easy to make squirm, I wasn't about to pass up an opportunity like this. I tossed my hoodie onto the desk in the corner and then quickly kicked my purple ski jacket underneath my bed.

"Uh, do you think you could help me?" I called out into the hallway. Almost before I was finished asking the question, he stuck his head around the door. At least his reflexes were in good shape.

"Can't find your jacket?" He asked.

"Nope," I said, looking around. Where was that darn jacket?

"By the look of things, you don't seem like the type to hang things up..." he said, pushing a pile of laundry over with his foot.

"Nope," I said again, "you gonna help me or what?"

"Alright, alright," he smiled. God, he had a beautiful smile. Not to mention a beautiful everything else.

I decided to let him poke around for a little bit. I walked over to my desk and pulled out a hair elastic and a brush. My hair is pretty wavy so I only brush the ends to avoid frizzing the whole thing up. I pulled it back into a pony tail and then examined my reflection. I could see Portman in the mirror too. His back was to me so I had a chance to look at his butt without raising suspicion. And what a cute butt it was. His jeans were tight, not too tight, but certainly not baggy. He had on a black Skull Crushers muscle shirt that showed off his respectable pipes. And that tattoo... very sexy.

Just then he kneeled down to look under my bed. My fun was over.

"Here it is-OW!"As he was dragging my jacket out from its hiding place he lifted his head, bringing it in direct contact with the metal underside of my bed.He stood up, using the bed to steady himself.

"Fucking hell!" he cursed, kicking the side of the bedframe.

Somthing in my stomach tightened into a knot and released very quickly. I sucked in a deep breath, forcing the memory out of my head.

Relax.You're safe. This is Portman, not...

"Uh, here ya go," Portman said, handing me the jacket, rubbing his head with his other hand.

"Uh, thanks," I said quickly.

"You ok?" He asked.

"Yeah!" I said, forcing a big smile, "lets hit the town,"

Portman shook his head and laughed.

General POV/

Adam and Charlie sat in their desks, waiting for their science teacher to arrive. Adam was still yawning and Charlie was busy trying to sharpen his pencil with a pair of scissors.

"So what do you think about going to Detroit?" Charlie asked. The Tournament was the talk of the school now that people had been awake long enough to read the notices on the message boards.

"It'd be great," Adam yawned, "great experience, and you just know they'll be scouts there."

"For sure," Charlie said, wiping pencil shavings off his desk and onto the shiney tiled floor.

"So you think you'll make the cut?" Adam asked.

"I dunno, It's Orions choice," Charlie said, reclining in his chair, but there was a calmness in his voice as he said it.

"You'll make it," Adam said, smiling at his best friend.

"So will you, Wayne!" Charlie joked, poking Adam in the shoulder.

"Ow, come on, I'm tired." Adam laughed/whined.

"So go to sleep," Charlie suggested.

"Yeah, ok, wake me up when Costner gets here," Adam put his head down on the desk just as their science teacher burst into the room, full of his usual early morning excitment.

"Morning kids!" he boomed.

Adam and Charlie exchanged glances.

"Nevermind," Adam said, lifting himself off his textbooks.

Charlie laughed before opening his own book and copying out the assignment.

General POV/

The cold air whistled past their ears as Portman and Ashley made their was down a sidestreet, the quickest way to the mall.

"How are you not cold?" Ashley asked him, her teeth chattering.

"Meh," Portman said, "Maybe you should've kept the hoodie on too,"

"It's warmer where I lived before," Ashley said, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Where's that?" Portman asked.

"Washington,"

"Cool,"

"Have you lived here for a long time?" Ashley asked, shivering as another gust of wind swept past them.

"No, I just come here for school, I live in Chicago,"

"Oh, my best friend lives there,"

"Really? Who?"

"Caitlin Briggs,"

"Caitlin Briggs? Are you serious! I know her!" Portman said, stopping at the corner, waiting for the lights to change.

"Really? Small world," Ashley said. She clenched her jaw to stop shivering for a moment and looked Portman up and down, "hold on... did you ever date Caity?" she asked, eyeing him suspiciously.

"Uh," Portman blushed ever so slighty, "for a little while, ya,"

"Oh my god!" Ashley started laughing, "Oh my god, you're that nameless hockey hunk she went out with two years ago!"

"I guess- nameless?" Portman asked.

"Oh don't get offended," Ashley said, the light changed and they crossed the street, "she's like that."

"Ya, I guess so," Portman laughed a little but was still blushing.

"Oh man, have I heard some stories about you," Ashley said, clicking her tongue.

"Oh yah?" Portman said, determined not to let her make him uncomfortable.

"Appearantly you're quite the kisser," she said, a small grin on her face.

"Oh really?" he asked playfully, "and wouldn't you like to know, huh?"

Ashley looked at him and raised an eyebrow.

"Wouldn't you like to know if I'd like to know,"

"Uh... huh," Portman said, trying unsucsessfully to sort that out in his head, "So, how bout that Tournament?"

"Nice subject change,"

"No, seriously,"

"Sounds like a prep convention if you ask me,"

"All tournies are like prep conventions, it's part of the game," Portman laughed.

"Good point. I dunno though, I'm not really a fan of Detroit but I guess it could be fun," She said, looking at her untied laces flopping around her shoes, "what about you?"

"I think it'd be fun, I've never been there but I've heard Detroit is a lot like Chicago,"

"Yeah, gansters and corrupt officials, lovely,"

"There's more to it then that,"

"So you're gonna make a play for going then?" she asked.

"Yeah, that's what I do. Play hockey."

"And according to Caity that's not all you do," Ashley flicked her tongue in and out of her mouth twice and then laughed.

"You're nasty," Portman said, but he was laughing to.

"Meh. Oh! Burger Bar, yumm!" They stopped in front of a street stall selling various deep fried treats.

"You buying?" Portman asked, leaning against the stand as Ashley pulled out her wallet.

"Fine. You owe me."

"The way I see it, I'm showing you around so I don't owe you nothing," He smirked.

"We'll see,"

Has anybody ever had that happen? Where you meet someone totally randomly and then find out that they are very close friends with your cousin, sister, friend etc.? Omg, that's happend to me it's really eerie!

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