Broken promises|Guy Germaine•mighty ducks

"But, you're a girl."

Indiana James pov:

I sat with Adam in the locker room as I took off my skates. I could not stop smiling. I was so happy that we had made it. The tension was still there. It filled the air and everyone felt it. The team rejoiced with each other, completely ignoring mine and Adams existence. I guess we deserved it. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Guy whisper something to Charlie then glance at us. I pursed my lips and bit my cheek. I picked at my dry hands trying to distract myself from the fact that he was probably trash talking us. Not that I cared or anything, it was just annoying, Y'know? I just wanted to fit in for once. Despite what it looked like, the hawks never actually thought of me as a friend. Except for Adam. He always had my back and made me feel welcome. No matter what. Maybe it's for the best we ended up on the ducks team. Maybe it would show me how real friends should act.

"Hey, Adam. Indiana. We're about to go out to celebrate. Wanna come with us?" Charlie asked. His kind offer was hard to turn down. Almost impossible. But I doubt anyone would want us there.

"I don't think the team would like that very much." I suggested. Charlie gave a sympathetic smile.

"Well I would. Will you come?" He pleaded. I looked to Adam who just shrugged.

"Yeah, we'll be there." He smiled warmly and told us the restaurant. Mickeys diner. I had always wanted to go eat there again but Larson and McGill would never let us. They said he wouldn't be caught dead in some "white trash" diner. It wasn't white trash. I used to go there all the time with Guy and his family. It was a Sunday tradition for Guy, me,his mom and my dad and my mom to go there. I loved it. But once me and Guy stopped being friends, we never went again. Kinda sad to be honest. I was excited to go again. But at the same time I wasn't ready to relive thoes memories.

I took off my pads and jersey and put them in my hockey bag. I slipped on some ripped jeans over my biker shorts and my blue, baggy zip up over my sports bra and laced up my converse. I took my hair down from the braid it was in and ruffled my hair. I walked with my hockey bag out of the locker room, Adam following close behind me and made my way outside while I waited for the rest of the team. They all came out, a few at a time.

We all walked together to the diner, feeling awkward as ever. Even though Charlie wanted us to feel included, it was clear that not everyone thought that way. I still felt like an outsider. Like I was unwanted. And what felt even worse was that I knew why I was unwanted. I was a Hawk. My friends were jerks, which, I guess, makes me a jerk by default. I felt guilty for what my friends had done to them. It really wasn't fair for them to taunt this team non-stop. Everyone knows they have flaws, and my team just kept reminding them of theirs. I know how that felt. And it's not a good feeling. It sucks to just feel like you're not enough. I never wanted them to feel like that. I wanted to be civil. But I couldn't control my friends. They didn't even respect me, so how could I get them to respect the misfits of peewee hockey. I should have done more to stop them. But I didn't. I just watched.

We made it to the diner and we all sat down. I was between Adam and Charlie, and across from a boy with glasses, a boy wearing a backwards baseball cap and with my luck, Guy Germaine. I saw him quietly fight with boy with the hat and beg him to let him sit elsewhere, but he shoved him into the booth while laughing evilly.

My eyes were approached by the boy in the hat and he opened his mouth to ask a question.

"Is it true?" He asked grinning from ear to ear. I looked down at him and furrowed my eyebrows.

"Is what true?" I asked hesitantly.

"That you punched out Carter McGill?" I smiled to myself.

"Yeah, I did that." I answered quietly.

"Why?" He asked.

"He's just a jerk. He had it coming his way. He was talking about my family so I clocked him."

"Oh man!" He laughed. "What did he do next?" The boy asked eagerly.

"He tried to swing on me, but then a teacher pulled him away." I saw Guys eyes widen. Probably in disappointment that McGill didn't get the chance to touch me.

"He tried to hit you?" Charlie asked in shock.

"You didn't tell me that.." Adam spoke up.

"Yeah, he almost got me." I let out an airy laugh while picking at my hands.

"But, you're a girl." The boy who I learned was named Peter, stated.

"Yeah. And he's a jerk who doesn't care. Wouldn't be the first time he hit me."

"You're joking." The boy with the glasses said in disbelief.

"I wish. He would always hit me. This was just the first time he went for my face. He was always like slapping me on the back of the head anytime I did something he didn't like. But it's fine, boys just like to play rough, I guess." I shrugged it off. I glanced at Guy, who's jaw was clearly clenched. That's how you could tell he was mad. I looked away quickly as I swirled the straw around in my glass. I began to pick at my hands, yet again. Once again, I had overshared. Adam looked at me and and gave me the look. The 'stop picking your skin' look. He hated when I did that, because he knew I only did that when I got nervous or upset.

The waitress approached our table to take our orders. "Hey, guys." She smiled happily.

"Hi, mom." Charlie replied.

"What can I get you guys?" She went around and asked everyone their orders. When she got to me, I told her I didn't want anything. Which was a lie. I was just too preoccupied with picking my hands to order.

"She'll take an order of fries." Adam said. He knew me well. Well enough to order for me because he knew I'd go after his food once it got to the table, and he hated when I did that. I found it humorous to get Adam mad, because it was so rare that he would get mad, it was fun to poke at him sometimes. And he did the same to me. I smiled at him though. Knowing that there was atleast one person in the world who actually cares about me.