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Oh My God

"Hey Banks," I approached him as he walked swiftly across the campus. "Where are you off to in such a hurry?"

"I promised Vanessa I would watch her practice," he explained.

"Who the hell is Vanessa," I asked. Since when did Banks have a girlfriend?

"I met her at orientation. She's a freshman forward on the women's hockey team." He grinned at me as we walked along.

"You're going to watch the women's team practice?" I asked. Was this allowed?

"Yeah," he shrugged.

"Isn't that a little perverted?" I asked.

"No," Adam looked at me. "Want to come along? Hey you never know; one of the girls may catch your eye."

"No way. I've been down that road before and look how it ended last time." I thought he understood that what happened with Julie was still fresh in my mind. Dating another lady hockey player just wouldn't work. "Julie's dead because of me."

Adam sighed. "I thought you were past all of that." Okay, maybe he didn't understand.

"I am," I lied. "I just don't want history to repeat itself."

"Dude, your dad is dead. That whole thing is over." Adam patted me on the back as we entered the hockey practice facility. "Besides, it's not like they went after Julie because she played hockey."

"Actually, they did," I reminded him. "They were after me for missing that shot against you guys. If you recall, Julie is the one who made the save on that shot."

"How could I forget?" Adam smiled. "She won the game for us."

"Do you have to rub it in?" I asked as we sat down behind the penalty box.

"Every chance I get," Adam smirked. When the heck did he stop being so shy and modest?

"Wonderful," I groaned. "So, which one is Vanessa?"

"Number fifteen." Adam pointed to the young lady standing no more than ten feet from where we were sitting.

She skated towards us, removing her helmet to reveal the reddest hair I had ever seen. "Hey Adam. I'm glad you could make it."

"Didn't I tell you I would be here?" Adam smirked back. When the hell did he get so confident with girls? What happened to this kid after I left Eden Hall?

"Who's your friend?" Vanessa's blue eyes turned towards me. I had to admit, Adam had good taste. Vanessa was no Julie, but she wasn't ugly either.

"This is Gunnar. He's the starting center on my team. He plays a little goalie too." Adam explained to her.

"Wow, Gunnar. You play center and goalie at the college level? How did you pull that off?" She asked me.

"First off, call me Scooter," I smiled. "I hate the name Gunnar. Second, it's really a long drawn out story with a lot of painful memories. If it's okay, I'd rather not discuss it. Maybe Adam could fill you in on those details."

"Looking forward to it," she smiled at Adam as she skated off and joined her teammates in the shooting line.

"She's cute," I told Adam as I watched Vanessa have her shot gloved by the goalie.

"I thought you weren't looking for a hockey girl," Adam reminded me.

"Worried," I mocked him.

"No, I," Banks Stuttered.

"Relax; I'm not trying to steal your thunder." I told him. "There will be no more hockey girls for me. I don't want to be with any girl that reminds me of Julie. There is still too much pain there."

"That's understandable," he nodded/

"I just feel like I would always be comparing her to Jules, and that's not fair to either of us." I explained.

Adam nodded and we fell into silence as we watched the ladies scrimmage. I didn't have to watch long to realize why they came into the season ranked number one in the nation. They were damn good.

"Man, they're not bad," I told Adam, voicing my opinion.

"Yeah," he agreed. "I don't think the goalie on the red team has even allowed a goal yet, not even during the shooting line."

"I know. It kind of reminds me of how Julie was in practice?" I smiled.

"You watched our practices?" Adam raised an eyebrow. "What happened to that being perverted?"

Crap. Busted. "That was different," I tried to talk my way out of it. "There were only two girls on the team and I was scouting the competition."

"Whatever," Adam shrugged.

"Everybody grab a knee," the women's coach boomed. The girls huddled around him and removed their helmets.

"Oh My God," Adam stammered.

"What?" I asked, turning my head to look in the direction he was staring with his mouth hanging open.

"Oh My God," I was stunned as I locked eyes with the one person I never thought I would see again. "Julie."

A/N: So Julie's not dead after all. How will Scooter/Gunnar react? Please push the lovely review button and tell me what you think.