BETTER THAN REVENGE // THE MIGHTY DUCKS TWO

Won't Make You Many Friends

Guy Germaine wouldn't look at me.

I knew he told Bombay about my wrist, and I couldn't help but feel hurt and betrayed. What even made him tell Bombay? He knew for weeks and never said anything? Why now?

I had been put in a sling, and was scolded for not coming in sooner. I didn't answer any of what the doctor or Bombay said, feeling too upset.

I skated around with Luis, who had been comforting me after what happened.

"I just...I don't understand." I mumbled. "Why would he just all of the sudden say something?"

"Maybe he's jealous." Luis said.

I furrowed my brows and turned to him. "Jealous? Of what?"

"You." He responded. "I mean, we all know that you're Coach's favorite. You're the star player, even when hurt you play ten times better then anyone else. How could he not to be jealous?"

My heart sunk. "Does everyone think this?"

"No!" He said quickly. "No, no, of course not. I'm just saying, don't you think that it matches with the suddenness of all this?"

I didn't want to think about it. I didn't want to think that Luis could be right. That Guy really was jealous. So I didn't. I mean, that was stupid, right? Why would Guy be jealous of me?

"That's stupid." I mumbled.

"Is it?" He asked.

He skated over to Kenny, leaving me feeling worse then before.

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Guy Germaine was still avoiding me.

Since I was injured, they brought in Russ Tyler, the annoying kid we played street hockey with, and I will admit that I was being pretty cold towards him. But how did people want me to act towards the kid who was literally replacing me?

"U.S.A. leading Russia 2-1 here in the third period. Over here, Russ Tyler, Team U.S.A.'s newest member from Los Angeles, calling for the puck. He get's it. He winds up. He shoots. He scores!"

Everyone cheered excitedly, and I mustered up a fake excited smile when Julie looked my way.

After the game, I sat on the bench, feeling worse then I ever have. Sure, I was happy we won. I just-I don't know. I felt guilty for feeling this way. Why couldn't I just be happy for someone else for once in my damn life?

"I told him no visitors," Coach's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. "but he wanted to congratulate you guys anyway."

I turned to the door, and my bitter feelings rose higher. Great, we get to meet Wayne Gretzky after then one game I couldn't play in. We took a picture with him, and I went back to sitting on the bench.

"You're Allison Moreau, right?" I heard a voice ask. "Number 28?"

I looked up and my heart stopped when I saw Wayne Gretzky. I was only able to nod, and he sat down beside me. I saw Wayne look at my wrist, and then his eyes scanned over my face.

"You know, you're a pretty tough player." He said. "Playing with not only one, but two injuries. I know people in the NHL who can barely play with half an injury."

"Really?" I asked.

"Yep. Just don't let this stop you, 28." Wayne said. "I've seen you play. You've got the potential in you to be something great."

He patted my shoulder with a smile, and stood up. When he walked away, I furrowed my brows as I thought about what he said. Wayne Gretzky's seen my play!?

"Powered by a one goal victory over Russia, Team U.S.A. hockey advances to the finals of the Junior Goodwill Games where they'll go up against the top seeded team from Iceland."

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Guy Germaine was avoiding me, but still tied my skates for me.

I was starting to get annoyed, but what could you do? Oh, I know. Not tell the coach that I was injured and then ignore me because you're a coward!

"Coach, shouldn't we have our hockey gear on?" Luis asked as we all stood out on the ice.

"Guy's, this is out last team practice, which means-"

"The return of Captain Blood." Averman cut off quickly.

Bombay smiled a bit as he shook his head. "No. It means let's have some fun."

I would have fun. If I was able to do what the others were. I skated around a bit, before heading back to the locker room.

In the locker room, I groaned in frustration as I struggled to get my skates off.

"Here." A soft voice mumbled. "Let me help."

I looked up and saw Guy, and my mood dampened. As he took my skates off, I couldn't help but blurt out, "I thought you were ignoring me?"

Guy froze, his eyes staying glued to my skate. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't you?" I couldn't help the sarcastic laugh that left my mouth. "Why are you ignoring me? Are you ignoring me because you feel bad or because you're jealous?"

I felt my face burn as soon as I said the last part. Damn it Allison, you and your big mouth.

Guy jerked his head up and looked at me with furrowed brows. "Jealous!?" he asked as he stood up. "Why the hell would I be jealous?"

I stood up as well, trying not to show how awful I felt. "Because I'm better. I'm a better hockey player then you. Even with my hurt wrist, and mouth, I'm better. That's why you told Bombay isn't it?"

Guy stepped backwards, his voice full of disbelief as he yelled. "I told Bombay because you were all cuddled up with Luis!"

I looked at him, taken back. "So you were jealous because I was with Luis?"

"Yes! I mean, no! I just-you always-why are you like this?!" He exclaims, yelling the last part.

"What!?" I yelled back. "I'm not like anything! You always think you can do whatever you want to me, and then the moment I don't agree, you ignore me!"

"I do not!"

I let out a loud sarcastic laugh. "You don't!? What about during Pee-Wee's!? What about when Peter and I-"

"Will you stop talking about Peter!?" He screamed. "It's always Peter this, Peter that. Everything has to do with Peter! Peter's fucking dead! He has been for two fucking years! He's not coming back, so there's no point in talking about him all the fucking time!"

I looked at Guy in a mix of horror and shock. Without thinking, I brought my good hand across Guy's face as hard as I could. I heard the crack from the hit, and Guy's head flew to the side.

"Fuck you." I said, my voice thick with suppressed tears.

I stormed out of the locker room, ignoring the team, who stood in the hallway with wide eyes. I made my way into the family bathroom, locking the door. As soon as it slammed shut, I sunk to the ground, and cried.