𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗗 ── a. banks¹

𝟬𝟬𝟮. the mystery girl

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Chapter two — the mystery girl
TW: foul language

October 3rd, 1992
Adam Banks

    THE TEAM AND I stepped out of the theater through the main doors, we felt the cold air hit our faces. Thunder rumbled in the sky and rain started to fall. Normally, during a power outage the street lamps stay on, but even they are out now.

My long-term teammate and childhood friend, Alex Larson, said, "We figured you'd wake up eventually," as he swung his arms around McGill and I.

"It's fine, we need to figure out how we're getting home," I said, not taking my eyes off a certain brown-haired girl I saw getting on her bike.

The girl had shoulder-length hair and was wearing a New Jersey Devils hat along with a matching windbreaker. Her jeans and Converse shoes were both covered in doodles and glow and the dark paint. As she turned on the lamp on the front of her bike, she made eye contact with me before pedaling into the wet street alongside a boy.

"Banksie!" I heard Hughes call out, snapping me back to reality. "Let's go!" he shouted, as he and the team piled into his mom's minivan.

Mrs. Hughes was practically our team chauffeur whenever we needed one. She loved all of us like her own and loved driving us around whenever we needed. I climbed into the crowded minivan and closed the door behind me. Hughes and McGill separated to make a small spot for me in the middle of them, but I decided to sit on the floorboards next to them instead.

"All you boys good?" Mrs. Hughes asked, and we all said "Yes, Mrs. Hughes." since she hated when we called her that instead of her first name, Elizabeth.

Hey, Adam," Hughes began. "We heard that a girl walked you out," Ricky King said, causing the van to erupt with "oohs." I snickered, grateful that no one could see my cheeks turn red in the darkness. As I itched my nose with my hand, I caught a whiff of a certain perfume. It was a fruity and floral scent, but I couldn't quite identify it.

"What was her name?" Larson asked, looking back at me as the van waited for my response. "She said her last name was Conway, but she didn't tell me her first name."

The car fell silent as the team exchanged looks of shock. "Conway's sister?" they all asked.

"Correction," Larson interjected, "Conway's beautiful sister." McGill and Hughes nodded in agreement. "Chill out. It's probably not even her," I added, crossing my arms.

"Her first name is Cassidy, but she goes by Cassie. only her brother and closest friends call her Cass." Hughes explains, "She plays hockey too, that girl got wicked speed." Larson says with a smile. "Isn't she like five-five?" I ask, "She's like five eight. She can fuck a person up pretty easily." King corrects me.

"I wish she could play for the Hawks, she's too good to be on that shitty of a team," McGill says as he looks out the window. "She's the only player on District Five that's scored a Goal, ever," Larson says. "I'd let her score on us any day of the week." Our goalie, Axel O'Callahan, chimes in.

"Okay, okay. I get it. You guys seem know a lot about her," I say, surprised that they have so much information about a girl from District Five. "I mean she's hot and plays hockey," McGill adds with a smirk.