The Mighty Ducks Imagines

Teenage Tour Guide

"This, here, is Dean Portman." The Dean introduces him.

"Hi." I try not to hold eye contact in my embarrassment.

"Sup." He nods in acknowledgment.

"Mr Portman will be giving you a tour of the school. I'd do it myself, but I have other matters to attend to. Speaking of which, I'm late to a meeting. Have a good day." Buckley glances at his watch and rushes away.

With the authority out of sight, I'm left alone with another teenager who I just embarrassed myself in front of. After a short and awkward silence, we make our way down the hall. As we turn past the cafeteria, Dean reintroduces himself and attempts to hold a conversation.

"I didn't catch your name."

"I didn't throw it." I reply instinctively and soon notice a slight look of surprise wash over him. "Y/N. L/N."

"Good to meet ya. Hell of an entrance you made back there."

"That? Oh, yeah, I totally meant to do that. It's one of my better entrances." I tap into my sarcasm.

"Sure thing, sunshine." He chuckles - almost scoffs. "This is Mr Ashton's English room. It's also my class, if you're lucky enough to have the same classes as me."

"Well, as luck would have it, I do. All this stuff looks the same though." I comment on the identical corridors.

"Yeah, it could use a bucket of paint."

"It'd take a lot more than that to make this place feel comforting." I'm out of my depths here.

"Well, well, well, who's this sweet thing?" Some asshole jock interrupts us - oozing entitlement.

"Someone who isn't interested." I roll my eyes.

"Playing hard to get, huh? They call me Cole." He smirks and leans against the wall in an attempt to look call.

"Yeah? I call you insufferable." I fire back without missing a beat.

"Beat it, Cole." Portman sounds fed up, as if he's had to deal with him before.

"Or what? You'll send your boyfriend after me?" He intends to intimidate, making my blood boil.

"Don't you remember what happened last time you messed with us? Wait, you probably don't thanks to that concussion I gave you." Dean quickly corrects himself with a proud smirk.

"This isn't over!" Cole storms past Dean. "And I'll be back for you later, good looking." I'm gonna throw up.

"Keep telling yourself that, sweetie!" Portman calls out as Cole goes off in a huff. "Don't pay attention to Cole, he's never had much of a brain. School's not the only thing that could do with having paint thrown on it."

"Or pig blood." I grumble.

"Nice Carrie reference." He seems impressed.

"Thanks. You like horror?" I question as we continue walking. Finally, something I can talk about without feeling like I'm walking on eggshells.

"Yeah, I know my way around the horror movie rules."

"So, you're a self-proclaimed Randy Meeks?"

"Not entirely. I'd say I'm a bit of him and Stu."

"So... You have horror knowledge but not a lot of other knowledge? Or you're a psycho and more of a lackey than the mastermind?" I try not to sound like an asshole but realise it's probably too late for that.

"I- You know, you're kinda mean." Dean appears lost for words. "We're gonna be best friends." That was unexpected.

"So, I don't get a say in this?"