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A/N: Ah, yes you guys sought out the foreshadowing of angst, and sadly enough you guys are right, because I mean, what would this story be without the ups and downs of the blonde-hair blue-eyed couple? Thanks for the reviews! And please keep those lovely reviews coming.


Liz; since you're an anonymous review, I just wanted to say thanks, and I'm glad you like it.

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"Banksie," A voice interrupted as Adam leaned in towards me, and I into him. We both looked up to see Rick, and the sea of red and white behind him. Ah, God. "Come on. Come sit with us." By the way he said it, it sounded more like a command, than a 'hey banks, wanna come sit with us?' Sighing, Adam looked at me, eyes apologizing, as he pecked me on the lips and on the forehead before walking to the varsity's table.

"I can't believe Orion put him on varsity," Charlie said, shaking his head. Everyone on the team soon found the frustrated teen angst Charlie, to be one very close to the personality Connie has when she has her period. We always have much sympathy for Guy during those times.

We all looked at each other, not wanting to tick off Charlie so early in the morning. We figured Coach Orion would be doing that soon anyway.

"That sucks," Connie said, eating a waffle next to me. I insisted that Goldberg stay as far away from me for the time being, since the fattening me up incident he pulled. So Connie and Guy would sit with me in between. I swear I felt like I was sitting in the middle of my parents when they would bicker.

"What does?" I asked, her looking to my right.

"You know, that Adam can't even sit with us anymore, or that he can't even sit next to his girlfriend," She said, and I looked back at Adam, who looked pretty miserable. "He doesn't even like them, that poor schmuck."

I looked back at Adam, who looked back up at me, eyes begging for me to walk up to him, take his hand, curse out the varsity team, and take him back to where he belongs. But I merely smiled in return, knowing I couldn't do what he wanted me to. Poor schmuck.

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"Hey," I said, opening the door, a pencil tucked behind my ear, and my hair tied into a messy pony tail. "I thought you had practice?" I asked, before he hugged me.

"I do, but I just wanted to say hi before I go," He said letting go, and kissing me. "I'll call you later." He said, and pointed a finger in the air, like a revelation came into his mind. "I can't see you much now."

"What?"

"I can't sit with you in the morning. I only have one class period with you. I have to stop by just to say hi and give you a kiss, because I have to rush to practice. Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why did this happen to me?" He said, making the puppy dog face.

"Adam, its fine. We're gonna be fine," I knew no matter how many times I said it; I still wouldn't be able to completely convince myself. "Stop self-pitying yourself and haul ass to practice."

He stared at me, expressionless, "I'm glad to have such an understanding and sensitive girlfriend."

"Just get to it," I said, tip-toeing to kiss him, before I pushed him away, and he ran down the hall.

It'll be fine. I don't mind this. I can deal only seeing him in the mornings when I sneak into his room. We can totally do this.

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"Well tell your damn Coach you can't go to practice because you have to hang out with your girlfriend!" I yelled into the phone, hearing Adam laugh in the background.

"But it's gonna be fine Jules, we're gonna be fine," He mocked me, and I growled instantly shutting him up. "Jules, I really don't know if I can get out of practice. I mean… its practice."

"But I miss you," I said, sitting down, and falling onto my bed.

"You know I miss you more than you miss me, but the team has already been giving me a hard time, since I'm a Duck. If I skip practice, they're gonna… shave my head," He said, unsure of what even happens in hazing.

"I'd be okay with that," I said, and he gave a nervous laugh not knowing if I was serious or not. "Fine."

"I'll see you tomorrow morning?" He asked, speaking softly, in case I was mad at him.

"We'll see," I said, teasing him.

"Seriously?" He asked, voice getting lower, a clear indication that he thought I was mad.

I laughed, and he grunted in response, "See you tomorrow morning, boyfriend."

I sat up, looking at Connie, who had her glasses on, doing her homework. She glanced up at me, above the black rims, and mumbled, "You poor schmuck."

Rolling my eyes, and sighing, I laid back down at the bed, staring at the ceiling. Maybe it's gonna take more work than I thought to keep this together.