Chapter 3: New to Eden Hall
Two weeks had pasted since Fulton had gotten the letter from Frankie and by then all of the Ducks were either excited, happy, curious or all of the above.
During that time, the original D-5 Ducks were telling stories of how brutal Frankie could be on the ice; especially when both Fulton and Frankie were on it. When both were on the ice they became unstoppable and in Frankie's case showed no mercy to the other team. Averman liked to pointing out that Frankie had anger issues.
It was almost 4:00pm when Portman found himself rushing through the halls, crashing and bumping into people on the way. "Damn, I so can't be late again" Portman said as he cursed to himself.
"Couch will fry my ass and make me do laps for a week" he said as he continued to rush though the hall before turning a corner when suddenly.
CRASH! Both Portman and whoever he had run into had fallen to the floor, hard.
–Damn- Portman said to himself, trying to regain his breathing after having the wind being knocked out of him, and here he thought that only happened when on the ice.
Portman quickly stood up quickly, preparing to yell at the idiot who had run into him, although it was most likely his fault.
"Hey! Watch where your-" he was immediately cut off guard at what he saw before him, for there standing in front of him was someone he could only describe as an angel.
The girl he had run into carefully stud up while placing her left hand against the wall for support. The girl was tall, maybe about a head shorter them him, making her as tall as Fulton, or so he guessed.
The girl had long silk pitch black hair that when to her mid-back, she was wearing a short black tank top that showed off her killer stomach.
She also wore a pair of hip-hugger black leather jeans, and he could help admit that those pants hugged her curves very nicely. There was also a silver dangling belt and left part of her leg was a hart with the initials CND.
She wore a pair of black tinted sunglasses that left him wondering what color her eyes were and her rosy red lips almost seem to be taunting him to kiss them. She also wore dog-tags around her neck and there appeared to be a name on it, but he couldn't see and on her upper left arm was a tattoo that seems to wrap around her arm.
"…Going" Portman said finishing his previous sentence after shaking himself out of his daze. "Sorry about that baby, your new around here aren't you?" he asked as he looks her up and down, making sure to take in every detail, but also feeling quite stupid.
-Of course she was new, I would have her a long time ago if she wasn't- he thought to himself.-
The girl smiled as she looked up at Portman, showing off her pear white teeth.
When seeing her smile he almost swore his heat skipped a beat, but quickly ignored it.
"Yeah" she answer, her voice sounding like heaven itself. "I'm new here. Name's Francesca" she says as she extends her hand to Portman, who gently shook it, mentally making a note at how soft her skin was.
"Dean Portman" he answers as she smiles and nods her head before letting go of his hand.
"Well, Mr. Portman, I do believe our conversation will have to end, for I believe you are going to be late" she said as Portman got a confused look on his face.
"Huh?" he said before remembering he had practice, "Ah damn! Gotta go. Later" he said as he quickly moved pasted her and rush down the hall, but not before glancing back at her one more time, noticing that she had began walking, her left hand softly gliding against the wall and all the while thinking.
-Damn she was fine-
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