Cameron sat in the cold hockey arena. She watched the Ducks play a killer offense but they didn't seem to realize how ticked off the opposing players were. Just when the game had started to take a downhill turn she saw Riley, Cole, and Scooter sneak into the locker room. Two options came to her. Either they were having a threesome in the locker room (which made her choke on the popcorn kernal going down her throat), or they were messing with the Ducks' stuff.

So she waited for them to leave, and when in to see all the clothes in the shower stalls. They were dripping wet. Shaking her head, she started to run off to the dorms. She could get them some dry clothes from each of their own dressers. Picking locks wasn't a completely useless hobby when it came down to it. She smiled to herself as she ran along.

~Fulton~

It was a tie. God, how had it gotten to that?! They were just about to win when Charlie decided they needed just one more time. Fulton had wanted to be ticked off at Charlie but without Portman here, Charlie was all he really had left.

"Look at us! Warriors! I mean ,what the hell are we anymore!?" Charlie shouted.

"We're on scholarship, Charlie! I'm staying."Russ said.

"Fine, sell-out." Fulton heard himself sneer.

Russ yelled at him and everyone started to push each other.

~Cameron~

She had gotten everybody's clothes and she had just gotten to the locker room's door when Riley stopped her.

"Where do you think your going?" he sneered.

"The locker room. I just thought that they might be a little cold in those wet clothes of theirs. Nice touch by the way. But any amateur prankster could have pulled that off."

"Why you little-"

"Look what's it going to take for you to let me get in. How about a free punch? Only one, in the face."

"Sounds fair."

He clenched his fist ready to punch her out already but she stopped him with her hand first. She put the laundry basket to the side and stood in front of him. The punch came at her fast, and she was so used to it that it didn't even feel like anything had touched her. But then it came again. She felt blood trickle from her mouth and nose. But then Coach Orien stormed over and saw Riley's little assault.

Coach grabbed him just before he was about to give her another punch in the face.

"Get out of here! Don't even think your going to get out of the consequences with your father for this!" Coach yelled at him.

Cameron picked up the laundry basket while Coach was driving Riley off. She started to open the door but she heard yelling from inside. She heard Fulton's voice echo off the walls. He had called someone a sell-out. A sell-out for what? Wanting an education? Staying at the school? Cameron clenched her jaw. So if this other person was a sell-out, what did that exactly make Fulton? She felt an angry tear slip down her face. If he hated it so much here why didn't he just get off his ass and leave? Coach Orien pushed past her and into the locker room. She heard him yell at them. They probably didn't wanted to hear any of it because it was all about defense. When he had finished his little spiel, she slipped into locker room.

She felt all the eyes of the young hockey players bore into her. The blood had started to dry on her face, and she didn't want to bother wiping it away. Fulton stepped forward, his mouth open. She turned away from him, not wanting to look at him.

"You guys don't know where your clothes are, do you?" She snapped.

She watched each of their faces burn with embarressment. Walking down the row, she handed out their clothes. Except when she got to Fulton, she looked him in the eye, walked over to the shower and threw his clothes in it. His mouth dropped, as she walked back to him.

"Who exactly is the sell-out, Fulton?"

She watched his face flush. Without even letting him reply, she walked slowly out of the room. Although she hated how much she was affected by the hurt in his face.

"I'm the sell-out," she muttered to herself as she walked down the hallway.