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A/N: This chapter is kind of short, but it has a good girl chat, and lovely, entertaining Julie thoughts. I've got some motivation for this story, so hopefully I'll write up a chapter over the weekend, and update as soon as possible. Anyway, thanks for the reviews you guys, loving them. Hope you like it, and reviews, please!
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"I don't wanna spoil anything, but I overheard something in the bathroom. It's a cake."
We all smiled. How can the Ducks resist a cake? We love sweets. I still do, even after the whole incident with Goldberg. Trying to fatten me up. And he still didn't stop, thank goodness that girls have skinny elbows. Made to ram into boys sparking them with pain.
I looked over at Banks. We had been catching glances of each other all night. I think I even got a smile from him. But right now he didn't look so happy. Warning. Warning.
"Come on, Banksie," Riley said, standing, as Banks stood up reluctantly, taking a look back at us. Definitely not good.
Ah, there goes the cake. Pretty. Sparkly. Oh, and by the way, how did Cole and Riley not know that Guy was in the bathroom? Did Guy hear them come in, and jump on the porcelain hiding himself, just so he could hear, or so they wouldn't give him a whirly in the toilet? Hm, now that's a question.
My eyes grew wide. Now that's a check. Jaws dropped, and blood boiled in our bodies. This wasn't going to end well for Varsity.
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"You've really gotta pick up the pace," I said to Dwayne, throwing plates in his face. It was entertaining to see him so rattled up, so I didn't slow it down a bit. I smiled, as he hugged the plates towards him, trying to make sure they didn't fall. Then my smile turned into a scowl. It had been doing that a lot tonight. Smiling, then suddenly a scowl that could even make Connie back off.
I had no idea if I was going to blame Banks in this. My head is telling me that we should sit on him in his sleep, and pinch him all over the place as payback, but my gut is telling me that he had nothing to do with it. Especially with the look he gave me before he left. He didn't do it. I wish he did though. So I can hate him, and get over him quicker.
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Connie and I stumbled into our dorm like drunkards. We giggled, and tried to quiet ourselves, but getting back at Varsity was just too exhilarating. It felt too good. Then as soon as we fell onto our beds, the sad thoughts fell back into our minds.
The sudden silence filled the room, and we both rolled over to look at each other in the dark.
"You think he knew about it?" I asked, whispering almost.
I could tell Connie was smiling, even with all the darkness filling the room, "Not a chance. It's just not Banks-like to do something like that. I mean he's a Cake-eater like the rest of them, but just not that kind of guy. He's got a Duck heart."
I smiled a little. It wasn't like my Banks to do that, "Charlie doesn't think so."
"Charlie's being stubborn. He's had his period these past few weeks. Charlie will be okay with Banks soon enough," I laughed at Connie's comment. If boys only had their periods, I swear they would panic, and complain for the whole time. Like when they get sick? I swear they think they're dying. They need a good menstrual cycle, is what they need.
"How are you and Guy?" I asked, and Connie didn't answer. "Connie?" I asked after what felt like five minutes later.
"Yeah," Connie said; her voice cracking, and she obviously trying to hide it.
"Connie," I said, sitting up. I ran over to her bed, as she moved over and I lay beside her. "What happened?"
She sniffed, regaining her composure, "I don't know. We're both so stressed out with the team, and school. It's like we lost it. I never thought we could lose it, but it just feels like we lost that connection." I reached over to hand her a tissue, and she took it mumbling a thank you. "We've been together so long, and sometimes I think I've had him enough times, it's okay if we're like this. But then it's like, I had enough, but I still want Guy. I don't want someone else, I just want him." She shook her head, sniffling, "I don't even know. I can see why I'm so confusing to him. He's probably just tired of me."
I sat up next to her, "I don't think so. I think there's so much stress on everyone that it's like everything is falling apart. But it'll be okay. I don't think you two could lose it. You and Guy will be okay," I patted her hair, and she laughed. "Plus, it's you and Guy; I already have it written down in my calendar the day you guys will get married."
Connie nodded, "Thanks Jules."
"No problem," I smiled.
"One day, I really think you and Banks can be together," She said, and I looked at her, surprised. "I really do. One day it will happen, you guys are just going through some rollercoaster of a ride, but at the end, you're gonna come off, hold hands, and exit."
I laughed at the analogy.
We both sighed simultaneously, and she asked, "You think things can get worse?"
I looked out the window, the moonlight being the only light we had, "Well, we'll see after tomorrow." I paused, "Have a feeling it will, though."