Disclaimer: I do not own anything you recognize, bar Claire, in this chapter. Even if I pretended that I owned any of these characters, they would run away from me and return to their rightful owner: Disney.
Chapter 4
The next day, since it was a Sunday, Charlie and I met up with Averman, Peter, Karp, Guy, Jesse and Terry. Karp and Peter led us to an alleyway and over to a cardboard box. We looked inside and it was full of… adult magazines. I rolled my eyes and observed while the boys reacted to all of the at least half-naked ladies.
"Hold it! First look's free, next five minutes cost a buck each." Karp proclaimed.
"Yeah guys, fork it over," Peter added.
"Forget it, Karp. I can see this every day on MTV." Averman quipped.
"Hey, guy's, this one's from Minneapolis." Peter read. He looked over at Guy. "Hey, Gee, look. It's your mom!" He taunted, saying the last bit in a sing-songy voice. Guy started chasing Peter down another part of the alley, and of course the rest of us followed. Soon enough, Gee had Peter pinned against a wall, cornered between the mad Germaine and my twin.
"C'mon! I was just kidding, okay?" Peter pleaded. Suddenly, I heard the sound of rollerblades behind us. I looked back in time to see a figure snatch the magazine out of Karp's hands. At Karp's exclamation of shock and outrage, the rest of the boys turned around. Standing there on rollerblades in their blue and black Hawks jackets were McGill, Larson and Adam. I saw the regret in Adam's eyes when he looked me in the face for the first time; the look I was giving him showed how ashamed I was of his actions, and it was enough to make any grown man feel remorseful.
"Hi, girls," Larson started with his signature taunting method as the three of them started to skate in circles around us.
"Does your mommy know you have that?" McGill said in a babying voice.
"Nah, she's busy with the mailman," Larson supplied.
"That'll make great bathroom reading," Adam joined in.
"That's mine, you jerk, I found it!" Karp exclaimed.
"You wouldn't even know what to do with it, Wuss-breath!" McGill spat.
"You gonna let him call you Wuss-breath?" I heard Peter mutter to Karp.
"NO!" Karp growled. Karp lunged at McGill, but he and Larson had no problem with grabbing Karp and throwing him onto the ground. The rest of us cringed, and the three Hawks stopped in front of us, saying things like 'You want some?' 'Bring it on!' you know, those kinds of things. They didn't notice the figure coming up behind him. The boy grabbed McGill and Larson by the collars of their jackets, lifted them up and shoved them into Adam. The three of them fell onto a pile of trash bags and cardboard boxes, and the boys started laughing at them and taunting them. I watched as the Hawks looked up at our savior, who growled at them, and I heard McGill mutter "Let's get outta here." The rest of the boys thanked the kid who saved us, and he turned around and left. I followed after him and grabbed his wrist. He stopped, turned his head, and looked down at me. I just smiled up at him. He smiled back, and I let him go. Our savior, Fulton Reed, is one of my best friends - whenever I'm feeling especially upset, I hide in the alleyway that we had just been confronted in. Fulton often joins me, and we sit in silence, enjoying each other's company
"One, two three, BOOM!" Coach yelled at practice the next day. Karp started skating on one, and on BOOM!, he jumped and landed on the ice. At his cry of slight pain, I cringed, while the rest of the team laughed.
"What're you laughin' at, Cream Cheese Boy, let's go!" Coach said to Goldberg. I held back my desire to laugh at the nickname, and exchanged a look with Connie. We both knew we weren't going to enjoy this practice. We spent the practice in pairs, pretending to almost trip each other and pretending to fall as if we had been tripped. At the end of practice, Coach lined us up in two lines and had us repeat the same mantra over and over again.
"Good, good. Say it again." Coach instructed as he walked between the two lines.
"TAKE THE FALL, ACT HURT,GET INDIGNANT!" We all yelled, coach included.
"One more time!" He insisted.
"TAKE THE FALL, ACT HURT, GET INDIGNANT!" We yelled again. Coach proceeded to tell us that we were ready.
That night, as I lay in bed, I dreaded not only the rest of the week, but the game that we would play on Saturday as well.
A/N: So I did my best to get a chapter uploaded before I get super busy (my birthday is later this week). So I'm not sure whether or not I should rewrite or add to the last chapter. I have no idea what you guys think of the story so far, since I've only gotten one review total, so if you have time to review or something to say or any ideas it would be great if you could write a quick review and let me know what you're thinking. That's all I've got for now, so I'll see you whenever I update next!
Also, did anyone else go out and buy Harry Potter and the Cursed Child yesterday? I'm probably going to go read it as soon as I'm done here.