Disclaimer : I DO NOT own the Mighty Ducks, much as I wish I did. The only character I own is Melissa.
Author's Note : This is my first fanfiction so I hope its OK!! I live in England so please excuse any mistakes I may make about American schooling etc. as I don't know any better! Corrections via. Reviews would be greatly appreciated, as would any encouragement or constructive criticism!
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Inane babble filtered through Adam Banks' ears as the tall hockey player strode through the hallway. His mind was elsewhere, as his thoughts lingered on the History test he'd just taken. It had been a short paper, simply to test what the students had retained over the summer, but he was chiding himself over a stupid mistake he'd made. He was so wrapped up in it he didn't notice the figure in front of him until it was too late.
"Hey, cake-eater, watch where you're going!" Russ Tyler said in his trademark light-hearted manner. It was his chest Adam had just collided with.
"Sorry Russ, I was..."
"Thinking, I know! Seriously, I sometimes wonder if you live on this planet at all." Adam shrugged as he fell into step beside Russ, Charlie, Fulton, Portman and Averman.
"He doesn't," Charlie joked. "Why else would he think those sweater vests he wears are cool?" Adam elbowed him in the ribs, and then let the good- natured teasing wash over him as his mind flickered again. He sometimes felt he didn't fit in, like he was still the overly-serious rich kid who had stood so awkwardly in the Ducks' dressing room. He was still sensible, serious, and undoubtedly rich, and often felt as awkward and out of place as he had then. A rough voice brought him suddenly from his reverie.
"Check it out – new girl!" Portman growled. Through the milling students Adam could make out the slender form of a petite girl struggling to dial her locker code with an armful of books. Fulton gave a low whistle.
"Looks good!" He commented. "Charlie?"
"Not bad at all." The captain smirked and gave Adam a sly sideways glance. "Banksy?" Adam shrugged again. "Bet you'd like her if she was in a hockey shirt, eh Banks?" The others stifled laughter – it was a well known fact that hockey was the true love of Adam Banks' life, and no matter how many girls tried, he wasn't interested in a replacement.
"You guys are disgusting," he replied, retreating to the moral high ground to escape the awkward situation. "She's not some piece of meat for you to drool over you know."
"Her name's Julie, not babe," Portman mocked in a high-pitched tone. He and Fulton high-fived before departing in opposite directions. There was an awkward silence, which Averman broke.
"Did you know that a banana is a herb, not a fruit?" The other three stared at him and he shrugged. "Just trying to bring a little intelligence to the group." He shouldered his backpack and walked off, chased by Russ. Charlie shook his head, muttered a "later Banksy" and left too.
As soon as they had gone Adam found his attention drawn back to the girl. She was still struggling. His sense of gentlemanly duty overcame his nerves and he walked over. "Here, let me help." He took the stack of books from her and she smiled gratefully. As the door finally swung open he saw a pile of books already stacked on the shelf. "What're you trying to do, read the whole library?" he asked as he placed his pile where she indicated. She grinned, pushing a stray chestnut curl behind her ear as she retrieved an Algebra textbook from the heap and tucked it into her denim shoulder bag.
"I just like to read," she replied as she shouldered the bag and slammed the locker door shut. Adam's eyes widened in surprise.
"You're English!" He realised with an internal groan how stupid that sounded, but she just smiled, and he couldn't help but notice how one corner of her mouth curled up before the other.
"I had noticed," she teased gently, and he flushed. "I'm Melissa." She held out her hand.
"Adam Banks," he returned, shaking her hand. The bell rang and he paused, bemused for a second until the sound pierced the fog that had momentarily clouded his brain. He released her hand hurriedly. "Uh – I'd better go. See you around?"
"I hope so." She smiled again, green eyes flashing, before turning on her heel and heading off down the corridor. He watched her go, then the second bell rang and he ran for his class.
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Author's Note : This is my first fanfiction so I hope its OK!! I live in England so please excuse any mistakes I may make about American schooling etc. as I don't know any better! Corrections via. Reviews would be greatly appreciated, as would any encouragement or constructive criticism!
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Inane babble filtered through Adam Banks' ears as the tall hockey player strode through the hallway. His mind was elsewhere, as his thoughts lingered on the History test he'd just taken. It had been a short paper, simply to test what the students had retained over the summer, but he was chiding himself over a stupid mistake he'd made. He was so wrapped up in it he didn't notice the figure in front of him until it was too late.
"Hey, cake-eater, watch where you're going!" Russ Tyler said in his trademark light-hearted manner. It was his chest Adam had just collided with.
"Sorry Russ, I was..."
"Thinking, I know! Seriously, I sometimes wonder if you live on this planet at all." Adam shrugged as he fell into step beside Russ, Charlie, Fulton, Portman and Averman.
"He doesn't," Charlie joked. "Why else would he think those sweater vests he wears are cool?" Adam elbowed him in the ribs, and then let the good- natured teasing wash over him as his mind flickered again. He sometimes felt he didn't fit in, like he was still the overly-serious rich kid who had stood so awkwardly in the Ducks' dressing room. He was still sensible, serious, and undoubtedly rich, and often felt as awkward and out of place as he had then. A rough voice brought him suddenly from his reverie.
"Check it out – new girl!" Portman growled. Through the milling students Adam could make out the slender form of a petite girl struggling to dial her locker code with an armful of books. Fulton gave a low whistle.
"Looks good!" He commented. "Charlie?"
"Not bad at all." The captain smirked and gave Adam a sly sideways glance. "Banksy?" Adam shrugged again. "Bet you'd like her if she was in a hockey shirt, eh Banks?" The others stifled laughter – it was a well known fact that hockey was the true love of Adam Banks' life, and no matter how many girls tried, he wasn't interested in a replacement.
"You guys are disgusting," he replied, retreating to the moral high ground to escape the awkward situation. "She's not some piece of meat for you to drool over you know."
"Her name's Julie, not babe," Portman mocked in a high-pitched tone. He and Fulton high-fived before departing in opposite directions. There was an awkward silence, which Averman broke.
"Did you know that a banana is a herb, not a fruit?" The other three stared at him and he shrugged. "Just trying to bring a little intelligence to the group." He shouldered his backpack and walked off, chased by Russ. Charlie shook his head, muttered a "later Banksy" and left too.
As soon as they had gone Adam found his attention drawn back to the girl. She was still struggling. His sense of gentlemanly duty overcame his nerves and he walked over. "Here, let me help." He took the stack of books from her and she smiled gratefully. As the door finally swung open he saw a pile of books already stacked on the shelf. "What're you trying to do, read the whole library?" he asked as he placed his pile where she indicated. She grinned, pushing a stray chestnut curl behind her ear as she retrieved an Algebra textbook from the heap and tucked it into her denim shoulder bag.
"I just like to read," she replied as she shouldered the bag and slammed the locker door shut. Adam's eyes widened in surprise.
"You're English!" He realised with an internal groan how stupid that sounded, but she just smiled, and he couldn't help but notice how one corner of her mouth curled up before the other.
"I had noticed," she teased gently, and he flushed. "I'm Melissa." She held out her hand.
"Adam Banks," he returned, shaking her hand. The bell rang and he paused, bemused for a second until the sound pierced the fog that had momentarily clouded his brain. He released her hand hurriedly. "Uh – I'd better go. See you around?"
"I hope so." She smiled again, green eyes flashing, before turning on her heel and heading off down the corridor. He watched her go, then the second bell rang and he ran for his class.
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