(y/n/n) = your nickname

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"hey y/n/n" chirped a happy connie as she slipped into the seat next to you. You grumbled a reply as you stabbed your fork into a random item on your plate, you were to distraught to notice what it was. as connie started rattling on about some cute thing guy did, you got lost in your thoughts.

why is he so stupid! your grip on the fork in hand became tighter. only an asshole would do something like that, and i thought banks wasn't capable of being even half of an asshole! connie's voice pierced through your thoughts.

"y/n? y/n!" her face contorted into a slight look of worry, when she saw the angry haze in your eyes was gone, she continued. "you went away for a minute, whats wrong y/n/n?"

"nothin', just thinking" as you spoke the entire hawks team passed by your table, a little beat up. nevertheless, they jumped around and talked about some girl's ass, just making the buzzing cafeteria seem louder. none of them seemed to remember what happened yesterday. strangely enough, adam wasn't with them. you looked around the lunch room, and spotted him sitting alone, a huge bruise right under his eye. both of you locked eyes for a minute, even though you were angry, you couldn't help but let a light shade of crimson dust your cheeks. adam felt exactly the same, except he wasn't angry, he was guilty. this however didn't go unnoticed by connie, who had witnessed the whole exchange. with a smirk, she turned to you and asked "you were thinking 'bout adam weren't you?"

a loud sigh escaped your lips as you began to tell connie about what had happened in the honkey rink yesterday.

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cue extremely flashback to yesterday

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you were gliding across the ice, practice had just finished for the day and everyone had left. you were just having some fun by yourself. head phones on, you made a really sharp turn, feeling breezy and go-lucky. the worry and suspicion that someone was near the rink seeped out of you, and you began to sing. and dance. but this wasn't one of the cute dances they do in those 1980's teenie movies. this was the type you do in your bra in front of the mirror when your parents aren't home.

so you began to sing the lyrics to twist and shout, pretending you were the one bunking school and dancing on a parade float. you jumped around the best one could jump wearing ice skates, using your hockey stick as a microphone, just putting on a show. unfortunately, you were way to caught up in your rhythmless dance session to notice the door swing open, when you did, it was to late.

fortunately you had calmed down a bit by then, but not enough to stop the giggles to escape the mouths of the hawks hockey team, fully dressed and ready for practice. still oblivious to the group of people at the door,  you could sense things were a little off, so you turned to look around the rink and nearly screamed when you saw the laughing group of teens skate towards you. you slowly pulled of your headphones, still trying to comprehend the situation. they started to circle around you. adam trailing behind at a slight distance.

they tried to insult you. of course their attempts were feeble, but it still hurt. since you were not one to take shit, you quipped back with some pretty badass comebacks, often leaving them silent until they come up with an other insult which was weaker than the last. all the while adam was watching, he knew you could take care of yourself, so he couldn't help but laugh everytime you rendered one of them speechless, you noticed this and it made you crack the beginnings of a smile. you also happened to notice the way his jaw clenched when they they fired an insult at you, obviously trying to control his anger.

you and banks were actually great friends, despite the rivalry between the ducks and the hawks, and the two of you were more than okay with calling each other so. for the most part. you and banksy were in fact infatuated by each other, but were not aware of the other party's feelings. so of course they wouldn't want to be called "good friends", they wanted more. nevertheless hockey was also a huge part of adam's life, and the majority of his closest friends were on his team. this was problem, considering they weren't to fond of y/n. and this was simply because it was well known she was one of the best players in the district, she was competition. so they would watch you, just waiting for you to mess up. adam knew his friends were insufferable douche bags, but he couldn't bring himself to act upon his frustration, he'd known them as long as he could remember, and his dad absolutely loved them.

the boys finally noticed that they were just repeating themselves over and over like idiots. desperate to seem cool, they bunched up closer to one another, whispering some plan into each others ears, forcing adam to listen as well. so far you were unfazed by their "tormenting", and at this point you were wondering if you should leave, or stay and show them they can't mess with you without getting hurt. you decided to stay.

"are you guys just gonna stand there and whisper into each other's ear like a bunch of 9 year olds? can i leave now?" they all looked at you, adam's eyes were wide and his facial expression was a mix of extremely conflicted and extremely guilty.

that's when their plan sprung into action. two of them skated over to you with amazing speed, and grabbed both of your arms, holding you back. this took you by surprise, but only for a second. you began to kick and elbow them, leaving one of them a black eye and another one with a really sore crotch. while the two idiots struggled to hold you still, a third idiot just seemingly popped up out of no where and grabbed your walkman, which was still attached to your waist. he obviously got whacked in the head multiple times in the process but, he persisted. damn those assholes were strong.

he got hold of it, and slid it across the floor. the walkman skidded to a stop right next to adam's skates. adam looked in awe, the whole thing just happened so fast, he didn't know what to do! the entire team was yelling at him, saying things like "DO IT!" and "C'MON IT AIN'T THAT HARD". i guess the stress just got to him, because after about minute of all the yelling, adam picked up his hockey stick, and brung it down on the walkman.

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end of flashback, finally goddamn

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"i know this sounds whiney and stupid as fuck, but if i spent my own damn money on something like that, i wouldn't want it to get fucking smashed! and why couldn't he just ignore them and help me? or just skate away, it's not that hard to skate the fuck away !" connie was speechless. connie knew adam, and she knew he wouldn't  ever  do  anything  like this. before she could say anything, the bell rang, signaling lunch was over. connie sighed, still weighing out the situation.

"alright (y/n/n), how 'bout we talk about this after practice, we can get some icecream if you want?"

you smiled gratefully "okay, thanks hun."

"anytime babes." with that connie ran off to her next class, and you went on with your shitty day. 

——skip to hockey practice

you busted into the ice rink, late for practice. everyone turned to look at you, but you just ran towards the locker rooms. you finally made it, and slammed the door open, making sure to say "sorry!" before the door closed.

you began changing in a frenzy, not noticing someone was in the room, that is until someone grabbed your arm. you yelped and smacked the "attacker" in the male equivalent of a no no square, and he fell to the floor.

when noticing the hockey gear he wore, you immediately thought he was one of your teammates and started to help him up, apologizing profusely as you did so. but then you saw his face and dropped his hand, making him fall once more.

"never mind you can fall."

adam slowly tried to pick himself up once more, and you just stood and watched (badass-).

"why are you here?"

adam reluctantly replied. "i got zoned to the ducks" he looked down, you tried to understand what was happening.

"look (y/n/n), i didn't mean to hurt-" you cut him off before he could continue, "c'mon, banks! is it that hard to try and help? you didn't have to listen to 'em! when something like that happens, you can't just sit and watch." feeling too tired to argue, you continued to get the rest of your gear on.

he sounded so desperate "(y/n), please hear me out!" you tied up your skates, and said "what you did ain't fair, you can't expect me to forgive you that easy." both of you were getting teary eyed now (lol does anyone else tear up a bit when they're angry?) he sniffed and hastily rubbed at his nose. adam rushed to the bench you were sitting on, and looked you in the eyes. he pleaded "please just hear me out"

though what he did was wrong, it was tiring to hold grudges, so you gave him a shot. turning your body towards him indicating he could start.

"i was shocked, i really was. it's like i just blanked out, i had no idea what i was doing, get what i mean? and after you left i realized what they did, what i did. so i went batshit crazy. i yelled at them at first, but then we started pushing each other. i ended up hurting 'em real bad (y/n). but by then coach had walked in, and we all got in big trouble. i ended up having to leave the team. it doesn't matter, i don't wanna' play with those jerks."

it was silent. you stared at him, it was taking way to much energy to stay mad at adam. it seemed like he finally stepped up and understood how shitty his 'friends' were.

you smirked "okay, i get it. it's way to hard to stay mad at you anyways. but listen, it's gonna take a while for you to make it up to me." adam shot out of his seat. "yes! thank you (y/n/n), thank you so much!"

wanting to seem more badass (me), without another word, you stood up to get to practice. you were surprised that coach hadn't called you out yet. little did you know, connie told the team about the whole situation, and they decided to just let the two of you take your time.

on the other hand, adam was surprised by your abruptness. without thinking, he ran after you, grabbed you, and kissed you.

it felt like your insides were doing flips, and the butterflies in your stomach were going crazy. it felt like you could do it forever.

a foreign voice rang throughout the room, "guys, i really don't need my team to be sucking each others faces."
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wtf is this

the ending is so bad, I had to rush it towards the end though cus i've been working on this for almost a month. this was so fucking long and confusing, why. anyways, this was my first imagine HOLY FUCK. so even if this was unreasonable and cringey, i had fun. please tell me if I made any mistakes, i'll try to fix them as soon as possible!