enemies • mighty ducks

varsity blues

we all sat in the locker room, legally deceased after practice. to be fair, we had been out of the game for months, we weren't used to the strenuous activity.

charlie walked in, starting to mimick coach, causing the team to laugh. he finished right as coach walked in.

we jumped in surprise, not anticipating his arrival. but he said nothing about the mocking, just walked to the cork board with a piece of paper.

"eden hall academy requires you to maintain a 'c' average to compete. i believe that's a bad rule," he told us as he pinned the paper to the board,"i don't want any 'c' players on my team. i want 'b''s or better or you're riding the pine pony. you've got fifteen minutes after each practice to clear the room. you've got homework to do, he walked to the front, and i thought he was going to leave, but he had more to say,"oh, and one more thing: stay clear of varsity until we play them in the j.v.-varsity show down."

"fifteen minutes?" russ complained,"man, i cannot move."

connie smiled, looking at the paper,"hey, guys look. he posted our positions."

fulton scoffed as he walked up to the board,"i don't believe this, i play left side not right."

russ frowned,"third line? man, that's a major diss!"

adam and i walked up, him looking wholly confused,"i'm not even on there."

"huh," i scanned the paper, not seeing my name,"me either, maybe i was banned for being a traitor."

"oh, lay off." charlie exclaimed in annoyance, upset with me for dragging this argument out.

connie pushed past me to look at the paper, tired of us arguing. but, of course, that didn't stop us.

"yeah," goldberg concurred,"it was a joke!"

i looked at him with angry eyes, unable to hold back the venom that dripped from my rage-filled words,"no, fuck you guys! it wasn't a joke when you asked me where my loyalty was," i spat at goldberg, before turning to charlie,"and it wasn't a joke when you did either. it wasn't a joke when coach didn't like me, and it's not a fucking joke now. alright? so fuck outta here with that, cause you're full of shit ."

"i'm full of shit?" charlie asked incredulously, like the very idea of that being the case was inconceivable.

"that's what i said." i shrugged, unflinchingly harsh in my words.

if we could all calm down for a second," connie interjected, looking between us with annoyance,"i found your names. adam banks, third line center, slater pendland, second line center," i nodded, glad that question had been cleared up, but things only got more confusing when she continued,"varsity."

adam raised his eyebrows,"we made varsity?"

my breath caught in my throat, and i no longer had anything to say. i walked back to my post, hoping that once my gear was off, i would be able to think straight.

"what?" guy asked, looking at me wearily.

all i could do was stare at him blankly. i wasn't sure why i had been picked to be on varsity or why i was a string ahead of adam. none of it made any sense to me, so there was definitely no way i could explain it to him.

goldberg let out a breath,"that's the great thing about being goalie, you know? you always know where you stand. i just mind my own business, and take my place between the pipes."