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A/N: So I'm laying the angst and drama down pretty thick, but I promise, next chapter I'm gonna have some good ol' 'speak, kid' kind of hilarity. I'm kind of sad, because I'm thinking people didn't like the last chapter, since there wasn't much of a review response, but hopefully you guys are still reading. Please keep those inspirational reviews coming!

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"I'm sorry I yelled at you like that," I watched as Connie stood in front of Guy, who had his arms crossed. She pretty much degraded him in front of the whole team telling him that he didn't play hard enough. But it was purely out of anger, because we tied our first game. Tied. I can't believe it.

Connie looked up at Guy, with the puppy dog eyes, and sighed, engulfing her into a hug, "Fine, fine. It's okay."

Gag me. Lately all me and Adam have been doing is passing to give each other a kiss, we oversleep so we can't even see each other in the morning, and we're always too busy to talk at night. Shoot me, with the world's greatest couple hugging in my dorm.

Connie looked back at me, from the doorway, and gave me the sympathy smile, "You okay Jules?" She's a good friend; it's not her fault she and her boyfriend are so cute that its gag worthy.

"Yeah," I said, grabbing my keys. "I'll leave you guys the room, I'm gonna take a walk."

"You sure, Jules?" Guy asked, as I walked towards them. "We could all hang out, watch a movie or something."

I shook my head, "I should walk around, maybe if fate wants to play with me, Adam will bump into me in the hallway. A lot of awkwardness, and hidden anger, it would be great."

"Okay," Connie smiled one last sympathetic smile. "We'll see you later."

"Later kids," I said, pulling the door closed. Hopefully they won't do anything on my bed.

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"Julie!" I heard Charlie yell down the hall, and I turned around, waiting for him to catch up.

"Hey Charlie," I said, as he smiled, catching his breath. "What's up?"

Charlie shook his head, "Nothing really, I just wanted to check up on you." Nobody died people; you can stop checking to see if I'm okay. Me and Banks are just having problems. No big deal. I'm fine.

"I'm fine Charlie," I said, starting to walk away, as he walked with me.

"Are you sure? Because I talked to Banks, and he's pretty upset that you guys are like this. He doesn't know what to do," Charlie said, and I whipped my head to face him. "Uh, maybe I shouldn't have told you that?"

"He doesn't know what to do?" I could hear my voice getting louder. "Why doesn't he call or stop by to tell me that he doesn't know what to do? Why is he telling you and not me? Is he too busy with hockey practice again? Because let me tell you Charlie how many times I have heard the words hockey practice –" Speak of the devil. As we were walking, we bump right into Banks and Scooter. Scooter for goodness sake.

"Julie," Adam said, like he wasn't expecting this to happen in a million years. With the irony we have? Come on. "Hey guys," I glared in response. "Uh oh."

"Come on you two," Charlie said, grabbing us, with his arms around our shoulders, pushing the two of us into a janitor's closet. "Where is the light here?" In the darkness the only thing you could hear was Charlie's ruckus trying to find something to pull from the ceiling. Rolling my eyes, I felt for the wall on my right, flicking the light switch on. "Oh, there it is."

"Why'd you bring us in here? You'd be witnessing a murder," I said, and Adam shook his head. "Why couldn't you call to tell me that you don't know what to do? Who else knows this problem of yours besides Charlie? Scooter, maybe? You guys seem like such good friends now. You and the whole varsity team are such good friends now. You and your red and white, laughing about stupid things that Cole says."

"Me?" Adam pointed to himself. "If I don't know what to say, I'm gonna ask for advice on what to say! You said you were okay with this, you said to be friends with Scooter, you said that we were gonna be fine, that you were okay with us being busy. You said, and now you're just taking it back, and pointing the finger at me? It's not my fault I got put into Varsity. Coach thought I was good enough, and this is good for me."

"What the hell happened to the Adam Banks I met last year too shy to even look me in the eye because he was too scared to talk to me? What happened to that guy who held my hand and sat in his room alone for a week, because he thought he thought a team-mate liked me? I miss him Banks, and you aren't the Banksie that I remember. That Banksie wouldn't let days go by where we didn't even have a decent conversation." I would have said more, but we turned to Charlie, who tried turning the door knob. "Oh, no no, Charlie. Please don't tell me we're locked in here."

Charlie turned around, with a smile, "Banksie, Julie… I don't think we're locked in here."

Irony sure does like to play around.