CHAPTER THREE
I was wrong. I lasted three weeks and then I got bored. I had gone about my normal routine of ignoring everyone, assuming I was going to leave but nothing in this school had made me angry. No one really tried to socialize with me and if they did, surprisingly, it didn't annoy me as per usual because usually, it was the Ducks. I avoided them like the plague when I could. It didn't help that Adam was in my French class and I had math with Dean, who didn't talk anyway, so it was fine. Adam was cool but I still didn't want to get to close to anyone.
"Krysta!" I heard Adam bang on the door and I sighed. So much for avoiding him.
"What?" I answered in the same tone as I opened the door to his smiling face, "Why're you looking at me like that?"
"Help?" he asked, holding up his French book.
"Fine," I sighed, opening the door more. He practically skipped in.
"So how're you?" he asked in a happy tone. It was too happy.
"What's up with you? Someone shoot up faery dust or something?" I raised an eyebrow and he rolled his eyes, flopping on my bed, "I thought you needed help."
"It's not illegal to talk right?" he asked and I rolled my eyes, "C'mon, you've been weird since the first night."
"Yeah, so, maybe this is just how I act."
"No one doesn't want friends, Krysta."
"Then I guess I'm nobody."
"You're weird."
"So I'm told, look you need help or what?"
"Yeah, I guess," he muttered, opening his book. I sat down next to him, my feet suspended in the air and my back against the wall. As we set to work though I realized. Adam really wasn't all that good.
"How have you gotten through three years of French?" I laughed and he glared at me.
"Foreign language isn't my strongest subject."
"You can say that again," I teased.
"Shut up," he mumbled. I grinned, closing my book and looked at the clock.
"Shit, I'm late!"
"What for?" he asked as I jumped up, pulling on my shoes.
"Tasks," I told him, "That's what Orion said."
"Well I have practice in an hour, I'll walk down with you." I shrugged, knowing I wouldn't be able to loose him; so fighting him would be stupid.
"Well then hurry up, I'm already late," I muttered, bouncing from one foot to the other as he stood. Opening the door, I practically bashed into someone, almost falling over. I made an exasperated sound, stepping to the side, before continuing down the hall. "Hurry up Adam."
"Sorry Dean," he chuckled and I turned to see the slightly taller Bash Brother. He caught my eye and nodded, his eyes smiling.
"What the," I started, glaring at the wall I had just walked into and Adam laughed.
"C'mon," he grabbed my arm, pulling my out of the building.
"Krysta," Orion acknowledged and I smiled briefly.
"Sorry I'm late-."
"It was my fault," Adam interrupted and I almost smacked him but restrained myself, "She was helping me."
"Don't let it happen again," Orion said sternly before telling me to wash the plastic windows and sweep the stadium.
"Don't you have a janitor?" I muttered but Orion gave me a look and I sighed, picking up the Windex and rag. He left and Adam sat down as I set to work. Damn my OCD . . .
"Why do you have to do this?"
"It's to keep me out of trouble," I shrugged, rubbing the window harder.
"Ah, I see."
"No you don't," I laughed and he smiled, "Dude, my arm's gonna fall off!"
"You're almost done," he pointed out and I growled.
"He's lucky I don't want to be home schooled or I'd break these."
"Violent?"
"Well I'm not a faery princess if that's what your mean," I laughed.
"I would hope not," he grinned and I threw my rag at him, finally done.
"Now to find the freaking broom," I muttered.
"Wouldn't it be in the supply closet?"
"No," I scoffed, "This place is the most disorganized place I've ever seen. Even if I attempt to organize it, it's always the same the next day, there's really no point."
"That sucks." I shrugged, not really caring. "I have to get ready for practice. See you later?"
"I don't have a choice, do I?" I asked and he smiled, shaking his head. "If you're not careful, people are gonna think you're my stalker, go hang out with Charlie."
"Krysta," he hissed but I smirked. He scowled at me but I turned back to the closet and clamored through it, hearing him walk away.
"Jesus, where is it?" I whined before a bucket fell on my foot, "Shit!"
"Krysta?" a feminine voice questioned and I turned to see Connie, "Hey, you okay?"
"Besides being attacked by a bucket, yeah, I'm fine." She laughed and I threw the bucket back into the corner of the shelf.
"I think Adam put the broom on the bleachers."
"Are you, I'm gonna kill him," I muttered, storming out of the closet. Adam laughed when he saw me freeze, glaring at the broom and I growled. "You are a dead man."
"Krysta!" Orion barked, "Less talking, more working."
"I'll kill you too," I grumbled but he didn't hear me. Picking up the broom, I started sweeping the dusty, crummy seats but quickly got bored, so I started dancing and singing under my breath. Don't ask me why, it just happened. I blame Adam.
"Krysta!" I jumped, almost falling over but looked down at Coach Orion.
"What," I snapped in the same tone. There were a few snickers but Orion disregarded them.
"How close are you?" I looked around, shrugging.
"Done."
"Come down here and help then."
"Fine," I sighed, trotting down the stairs. He handed me a pair of shoes and I slipped them on. Oh wait, they're skates . . . how'd I miss the blades . . .
"There're called ice-skates," Averman told me slowly and I glared at him.
"You make one more comment and you'll know why they're called ice-skates," I bit out and he backed away as the others laughed. A bag was shoved into my chest and I looked up at Orion
"Help Julie and Goldberg with their guarding."
"I don't play hockey."
"That's not what your father says," he stated, folding his arms. I opened my mouth to retort but remembered what he was talking about.
"Fine," I huffed, skating down to the goal.
"Hey Krysta," Julie grinned and I couldn't help but smile back. Dropping the bag, I took out the hockey stick and a puck.
"Ready?"
"Yeah," she smiled, hitting each post with her stick.
"What the," I muttered but shook my head, thinking it was better left alone. I dropped the puck on the ice and smacked it right into the goal. Julie and Goldberg's jaw dropped.
"What the hell?" Goldberg demanded. I shrugged.
"Practice."
"At what, the carnival?"
"How the hell do you get carnival from hockey?" I laughed, picking up another puck.
"With the game, where you have to get the ball between the, hoops," he trailed off and I shook my head, hitting the puck again but this time, Julie expected it and barely blocked it with her stick.
"Principal's car."
"You practiced on your principal's car?" she asked incredulously and I nodded, smiling at the memory. She raised an eyebrow and I shrugged. "What the hell?"
"I'm good at hitting stuff I guess," I sent another puck her way and she caught it in her glove, "Lots of power."
"It's not that bad," there was stubbornness in her tone but I smirked.
"I don't hate you, Julie, I'm not going to smack a puck in your direction with my anger." She gave this some thought.
"Thank you," she finally smiled, "I like you too."
"Figured as much," I muttered, hitting another puck.
"Alright Goldberg, switch it," Orion shouted and I turned to see the rest of the team doing liners. This went on, the liners and hitting of the pucks I mean, until Orion yelled at us to stop and everyone to take a knee. "You too, Krysta."
"If you think I'm kneeling on the ice, you're crazy," I stated and he snatched the bag away, throwing it at the ground.
"Tomorrow's the first game," he said to the team and I folded my arms, in the back of the group, not interested in the speech he was going to give so I tuned him out.
"Krysta?" Adam's voice broke me out of my daydream about drawing a certain hockey member. God I need my notebook.
"Yeah, sorry, what?"
"Practice is over," he laughed and I looked around to see an empty rink.
"Oh, right," I muttered, following him off the ice.
"What were you thinking about?" he asked as we untied our skates.
"Nothing," I sighed, throwing the boots where I saw Orion pick them up. I ran a hand though my hair.
"Must be pretty significant if you can't stop thinking about it," Adam grinned and I glared at him. Putting my headphones in my ear, I turned up the volume to 'Bitch' by Meredith Brooks and started to walk away. The song changed to 'Be That Way' by Martina McBride and I couldn't help but skipping to the beat. Something made me look to my side and I saw Ken laughing, making me almost fall over.
"Jesus, are you trying to kill me?" I muttered, pulling one earphone off.
"You're quite entertaining," he stated and I rolled my eyes, "You excited for tomorrow?"
"Why would I be excited for tomorrow?"
"First away game," he shrugged, "You didn't pay attention to Orion's talk did you?"
"I tend not to when people ramble for no good reason," I shrugged, "What'd I miss?"
"In short," he sighed, "be ready to leave by five-."
"In the morning?" I screeched, "Shit you're kidding me."
"Nope, five hour bus ride."
"Asshole." He chuckled and I almost smacked him but turned my head to see Fulton on my right. "Jesus, you guys scare me."
"Better than some drunk," I heard Averman point out and I turned to see him, Guy, Connie, Adam, Dean, and pretty much the rest, if not all, the Ducks.
"Where do you come up with stuff like that?" He shrugged and I rolled my eyes.
"Hey Krysta, what're you doing tonight," Russ asked and I raised an eyebrow.
"If you're asking me out, I'm busy."
"What's so bad-."
"He means, hang out with all of us," Adam laughed and I shrugged, "We're going to this café Guy and Connie were at-."
"It was really nice," Connie smiled, looking at Guy who blushed.
"Fuck, dude, if you're taking me to some lovey dovey-."
"Hey, I went with my mom," Charlie piped up.
"Fine," I muttered.
"Let's get changed," Connie suggested and I raised an eyebrow, "Oh c'mon, you can't go in that."
"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" I demanded.
"Yeah, what's wrong with what she's wearing?" Julie asked and I looked at her. We kind of had the same style I noticed.
"You're bringing Scooter Julie, you really want-."
"Shut up." I laughed at Julie's face and she glared at me, smacking me but I hit her back, twice as hard. "Jesus!"
"Don't hit me," I stated.
"She's violent," Adam said, patting my shoulder.
"Say that again, damn girl," Julie muttered and I sighed.
"Sorry." She shook her head before Connie dragged us up the stairs. I had a bad feeling about this.
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I like this story because the Ducks are amazing lol, please review. I posted chapters one, two, and three at the same time in case you're wondering, normally i put authors notes at the ends of each chapter...again, hope you liked it, if not, i'm sorry