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((a/n: This is going to be a reallllly long chapter. Consider it a blessing because I never write this much in one chapter. Its just that I am being punished and my computer is going to be taken away. And I can still check reviews and even send review on my free periods at school but I can't very well post them at school so…much, much love to all the reviews. Hope you like it.))

Julie's POV
Thank god I'm not the only girl! I knew I wasn't going to be the only girl, I had heard about Connie Moreau but this was the coolest girl I could've asked for. Within the ten minutes we had to change I was briefed with the entire team history. How they used to be District 5 and then Bombay came along and made them the Ducks and how they won the State Pee-Wee Championship; How her and Guy have been together since like forever. She also made a bet that I'd hook up with either Banks or Conway by the end of season. Not that I knew who any of these people wore but whatever. She tried pointing most of them as we walked towards the rink. You'd be surprise how incredibly fast that girl talks. Then we all made our way onto the ice so the rest of the Ducks could stare at us newbies. Tibbles -who I'm starting to think is a closet homosexual if not incredibly metro sexual- introduced us individually. First it was Luis Mendoza, number 22. He kind of busted his ass against the glass…ouch. Next is Dwayne Robertson, number 7 from Texas. This kid quite literally scares me and he has got the biggest ears I've ever seen.

Ugh…"There's Julie 'the Cat' Gaffney. She won the state championship for Maine three years in a row." Way to make me sound like the fucking cure for cancer, Tibbles. Connie took three shots at me and I caught them no problem. I heard Bombay say I was going to be backup. He really doesn't know what he is missing by making me number 2 but whatever; at least I'm here, competing. Ken Wu came along spinning like a top over the ice. Then Dean-: pang in stomach: came onto the ice singing "Everything's On Fire" by the Bone Club. Oh god, he has a tattoo: a skull with hockey sticks. How incredibly hott was that? Not that I was looking…much. On his way towards me he steadily knocked everyone in a green ducks jersey on their asses.

"Here ya go, sweetie!" I managed to catch the black hockey stick before it collided with my face but exactly what the fuck was that?

End POV((a/n-for editing purposes cause I like being in Julie's head but not all the time))

Complete and utter hell breaks loose. Everyone on the Ducks who has similar positions to the newer players started arguing. Golburg starts yelling at Julie. (Hey, hey. You call yourself the cat…) Dwayne, Adam and Jesse arguing; Connie and Ken; Mendoza, Guy and Charlie; Fulton and Dean…complete and utter chaos.

Whistle Blows

"Everybody FREEZE!" An amazing calm sweeps over the teenagers. "Now we didn't come here to fight! We came here to play hockey. We're Team USA. You represent your country—"

"That's right!" Don piped in.

"Now I want you—"

"To be all that you can be, right? Ya gotta raise yourself up, guys. Ya got—"

Everyone laughs thinking…what a complete and utter asshole.

"All right, now. Let's start with the scrimmage.—"

"Great! Scrimmage!" Don blows his mini whistle. "You heard your coach…Hey. You don't need me here. I've got an appointment anyway. I've gotta see Mrs. MacKay. She's the team tutor."

"Don? Come on. You'll get it back at the end of the school term. All right, Ducks. Show 'em what ya got. Let's scrimmage!" Bombay blows his whistle again and Jesse and Dwayne take the face off.

((Okay so I am basically quoting the movie at this point and that's bugging me so I'll stop. But I'm still following along with the events. And back into a Julie POV cause I like them.))

Julie's POV

I'm goalie for what I like to call the Newbie Team. Ducks plus Newbie equals Team USA, but it always sucks to be new. Honestly these kids have been together for years with Bombay. And some of them are really good. Banks started toward me with a triple deke and Jesse right behind him. Crap.

"Let's go defense!" Oh look who comes to the rescue the minute I say that. Dean comes over and flips Adam over his shoulder. Jesse takes a glove shot, haha big mistake. Crap, here comes Adam again, he's a really good skater. Damn, he scored. Blah, blah, blah and crap over on Golburg's end. Everyone starts screaming when Fulton Reed gets the puck. Um, what fresh hell now? My answer is given to me in the form of an 80mph puck flying toward the goal. Thanks to god it ricochets off the crossbar…to the ceiling and…into Don Tibbles' smug face. More chaos after that. The team gathers in the benches. Connie runs to get an icepack while the rest of the boys hoist an unconscious Don onto the bench. We all gathered around to watch an enormous lump form on the top of our sponsor's head. I was assigned to hold the icepack on his head. We he finally woke up he was more than a little delirious.

"I'm Michelle MacKay, their tutor." Disgruntled moans escape from the mouths around me. Charlie and Ken behind me moaning complaints and Connie and Guy next me start mumbling angrily. I had to agree. This was summer, what the hell did we need a tutor for? The entire team seeming to agree because everyone was now voicing their complaints. From somewhere on my left I heard Dean's voice.

"I don't need no school." Haha, no kidding. What was he like 18? Not that I care…much. The matter resolved itself…we have to go to tutoring, everyday, 3 hours a day, or we don't play. They finally let us shower and go back to the hotel. Next practice would be tomorrow, 8 a.m. What freaking joy. ((a/n: actually I think these two practices- the one I just described- and the one where they are all tied together are actually in the same day but I needed to break them up for an event you'll see in a minute.))

I got to the van first and sat in the very back. So tired and in desperate need of a hot bath. Dean came in and for some ungodly reason sat next to me. Stop tempting me, damnit. Not here for boys, here for competition and no matter what you do or say—oh my giddy god he smells so nice. That cologne is heaven on freaking earth.

"Hey." He said sitting down. "You're really good. I guess I shouldn't have underestimated you." Asshole…

"Why because I'm a girl?"

"No because you're from Maine." He took his cassette player out of his bag and put the headphones around his neck. I'm not sure if he was joking or not. And I didn't want to make it completely obvious that I was ferociously into him. Breathe, look out the window. Once everyone was sitting we started driving. Somewhere along the road we hit a small speed bump and my knee collided with Dean's. My bare skin tingled where it touched him and I just focused all my thoughts on making my heartbeat calm the hell down. It didn't calm down till I was all the way on my bed in my room on the tenth floor of the Minneapolis Liberty Hotel. The phone on the beside table rang, loud and annoyingly.

"Hello?"

"Hey Leelee."

"Oh, hey Dad." Yes he calls me Leelee. Like Julie. I don't know it started when I was five and has been that way ever since. Besides its better than Julie, such a common, Blegh name. He also calls me Cat, but whatever.

"How are you, honey? How was your first practice?"

"Oh it was great. I'm just really tired and I haven't even showered yet. Can I call you back when I'm done, Dad?"

"Yeah sure, hon. Just curious, I assume you met an Adam Banks." I remember vaguely him scoring and knocking me on my ass, yes.

"Yeah, why?"

"Well his father, Phillip and I have done some business together. He comes from a really nice family. You should try and become friendly with him. " Psht, a.k.a. get married and have a bunch of rich little blonde children with him.

"Okay, Dad. I'll be friends with him."

"Okay, call me later."

"Yup."

"Love you."

"Bye, Dad."

I let the receiver hit the desk and I collapsed on the bed again. Did my father know everyone? Jeez…