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A/N: So, I've been getting story alerts and favorite author/story emails more and more lately and it has definitely brought me back. I got on here tonight to read some old reviews and the reviews from this story really got to me. I'm very sorry for not updating in about 4 years (I know, I'm awful) but here I am, trying! I really hope you guys enjoy it, whether it be new readers or the lovely reviewers I've had in the past. Seriously, the reviews are amazing. Thank you. Here you go all and definitely let me know what you think!

My body can not handle jumping in these massive amounts of armor. I feel like a warrior, who can not win on account to too much material on these pieces of protected clothing. Okay, not clothing technically. I mean, I'm not walking down the streets with these pads on. And a hockey stick. Never walked down the street raising my hockey stick in the air. That's potential jail time. But seriously, Orion? I sighed as beads of sweat fell from my face. I hate Varsity. Not Orion so much anymore so Varsity is the blame for all that is wrong with the world!

Me and Banks made eye contact as coach all called us, telling us to take a knee and giving us a speech. But I couldn't hear a word coming out of his mouth on account to the garage barrel that sat beside him. Gray, large and most definitely smelled disgusting. I stared at it while I forced myself to breathe less. I could smell it from here. Then he spilled it on the ice. I almost fell back in disgust. Our wonderfully clean ice rink was covered in rotten fruits and bagels that Averman somehow found in himself to joke about. I stared at Orion with my jaw dropped in my mind - I would have tasted it if I actually did so and that's something I can't live with. I mean, I don't want to be a dumb blonde. This man was crazy. Nicer than when we first met him but crazy. Then we began to shoot it around. I skated past my team mates, stank face on, while I made my way to the goal where I would not only protect my goal for the sake of practice but so garbage wouldn't be in any range to my face.

"Julie the cat, nice save!"

I smiled. Okay, so he was a wonderful man.

I sighed when I heard "not skating like Warriors, you look like something else." He was an awful, awful man.

"You look like ducks."

What a saint. Orion is a saint. A used-to-be Hitler but now, he is a saint. Love this man.

And he trained us well.

Before we stepped onto the ice, I could hear the preppy Guy look-a-like talking about a "Titanic grudge match." Wonderful words little Guy, wonderful descriptive words.

I took a deep breath as we all stood up. I heard clearly, as I looked onto the ice, Charlie's words, "This is for Hans." I gave him a nod as I passed by him and I heard him skate behind me. We touched the ice and it was as if the ice had given us confidence and inspiration. It restored all of our feelings from what we had endured at Eden Hall. The relationships, the friendships, the fire, the passion and our need for redemption. We had been filled like energizer bunnies to fight for the name of the Ducks.

It wasn't enough. Damn the Varsity, damn all the Varsity.

It was defeating. It was humiliating. We were fighting so hard. As the feeling of defeat swept over all of us, I stared at the ground, stomping my skates on the floor pretending I was doing that to every single person on the Varsity team. I laughed to myself a little. It was thrilling.

I gripped the bench in surprise when I heard Portman's voice. I almost fell back in shock. Was I holding my phone? I looked up at him and grinned although I also wanted to punch him for not telling me he was flying out. After he stopped speaking, I flew up from where I was sitting and wrapped my arms around him.

"You're a horrible best friend!" I said, grinning from ear to ear. He smiled back but his eyes were confused.

"What?" He asked and before I could respond, Connie pulled me off.

"You're weird, Julie," She said, smiling big as well. If someone saw us, they wouldn't understand at all. Hell, we didn't understand ourselves either. I love it. "Welcome back, Portman!" She wrapped her arms around him and once she got off, all the boys jumped on Portman while he carried them all in his arms like a jolly giant.

I sat back on the bench, my smile not fading one bit. I looked back at the floor and stomped away. Two feet this time. We were gonna be just fine.