|| Love Me or Hate Me ||

GOOD FOR YOU

If you wanted to hang out with Charlie, you could have said yes." He says and I shake my head. "No, I want to hang out with you. I just feel bad. Hear how sad he sounded when you picked up?" "Lover boy's fine," Adam says. "It's not like he won't see you at the game tomorrow. I glance at Adam after he calls Conway lover boy. He always calls him that, but I can never figure out why. "But Y/n between you and me." He steps closer. "You can do better." I shake my head smiling. "What are you asking me out, Banks?" He turns red but shakes it off. "Maybe I am." He smirks. "Well, maybe I accept." I say back, crossing my arms smiling. He smiles too and takes a deep breath. "Y/n, will you be my girlfriend?" He asks with confidence in his voice, too much confidence, so I'm going to knock his ego down a bit. "No." I say blandly. His face drops, and then he turns to head for my door. He makes it onto the street as I run up to him and jump on his back. He was clearly not prepared for that, but he caught me anyway. "I was joking Banks. I would love to be your girlfriend." I can feel him perk up. He spins around with me on his back. I laugh. "Cakeeater, you need to calm down. You're going to make me barf." He stops spinning and goes to put me down. But I keep my legs crossed around his torso. "Nope, go close my door. we're going on an  adventure." He smiles and goes to close my door with me on his back. "Where to?" I think for a minute. "The diner." I say enthusiastically. "I need some of Mama Conway's cookies." Adam walks slower. "Isn't Conway going to be there?" I shrug. "I don't know, but I want to hang out with you right now, not him." I say, reassuring him. He just nods, and he walks to the diner me on his back.
             
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We get into the diner, laughing a bit, and I decide to make a comment. "I didn't know you were that strong." I say, hopping down from his back. Little did I know eyes were on us watching. "Hi, Mama Conway!" She comes over with a smile. "Hello, Y/n, who is this?" She asks, turning to Adam. "Hello Ma'am I'm Y/n's boyfriend. Adam Banks," He sticks out his hand for her to shake. Her eyes widen a bit because two hours I had been sitting with Conway comforting him, and she called us a couple. "I guess I was mistaken earlier." I nod a smile. "It's okay, Mama Conway." She nods and pulls out a notepad. "What can I get you?" She asks. "Two chocolate shakes and two of your famous cookies." I say smiling. She smiles and comes back with two shakes and a bag with two cookies. "Come one try a cookie Banksie." I nudge his arm as we sit in the stools. He grabs a cookie and bites into it. His eyes light up and he smiles like a little kid. He finishes the rest with a smile on his face. I laugh as I eat my cookie. "So, what are we doing after this?" He asks, I think then smile. "One one one at the pond?" He raises an eyebrow and smirks. "You know I'll always beat you Monreau." I smirk at him. "Not always Banks."

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My hair is in a low ponytail that I knew was probably just going to fall out anyways during the game. Guy helps me tie my skates as I slip on my very sad
excuse of a jersey on, which has 'MOREAU' on the back and 'D5' on the front. I have a pit in my stomach as we walk out. I can hear the Hawks chanting. I keep my head down. I watch as they practice with nervous eyes, but my eyes harden when McGill and Larson skate up. "Hey, girls." Larson taunts, I roll my eyes and chuckle slightly. "Hi boys." I say before I go to make sure my hair is tightened. Karp slams his stick down and tries to jump the gate over to them. It takes about five of the boys to hold him back. Seeing as their mission to get a rise out of one of us worked, they skate off. Not before making a comment to me. "You should be on our side Y/n, not with these losers." "They aren't losers Larson." I roll my eyes, "Still you should be on our side with your boyfriend." Conway comes up and puts his arm over my shoulder pulling me back a bit. "Y/n is fine here. Now you cakeeaters can leave." They skate off with a scoff. "So you and Banks huh?" I look at him with pity. "Yup, he asked me out yesterday." I look down then at him again, he moves his arm off. "Good for you." He says clearly angry at me, I roll my eyes at his words. I glance over at Peter, whose eye is bruised unlike yesterday, I walk over to him. "It was him wasn't it?" He looks at me sadly. "I just uh ran into a door. I look at him knowingly. "A door that just happens to be named dad." I hug him tightly and whisper in his ear. "I'm getting you out of there." I pull back and he nods gratefully. "Thanks Y/n, it means a lot." I nod and smile. "Anytime Peter." I look at Bombay who just walked in. "All right, guys, gather round." He says. "Come on, come on." He starts doing the Hawks chant and I look at him with furrowed brows and roll my eyes in embarrassment. Some of the boys join in, and I see Jesse and Terry share a confused look. "Yeah, we're fired up." Bombay sighs. We all skate out on the ice, and decide to do what the Hawks did and smack Goldberg's legs. Obviously it hurts him more because he doesn't have any actual pads on, but it is quite amusing. Especially when Conway and I get to him. Conway takes a nice long draw back before he swipes Goldberg's right leg whilst I do his left leg sweeping his legs from beneath him. I laugh as I heard he begins arguing with Conway,and watch as Conway epeatedly smacks Goldberg with his stick while mock apologizing. The game starts, and Jesse, Guy and Terry all skate to the middle. "What's this?" I hear McGill ask. "The Oreo line?" Jesse is ready to throw hands at this point, but is stopped by the ref. I see Guy glance over at me from behind him with wide eyes and I give him a shaky thumbs up. Everyone has their own kind of helmet. Like Jesse, Goldberg, and I have actual hockey helmets. I think they found them when they went dumpster diving, but they still use them, I got mine from Adam, it's his old one so it says banks on the inside but it's fine. Connie has a bike helmet, Peter has a baseball helmet, and Guy, Conway, Averman and Karp have football helmets. I watch the puck drop, and Guy is knocked over instantly. I wince in surprise, but almost get knocked over as well, but I stood my ground and Jesse and I were skating when mine and Jesse's helmets are knocked off and my shoulder was tapped, I turn around and am quickly met by lips. Adam smiles then proceeds to taunt Jesse. "That's one!" Adam mocks. Jesse tries to go after him, but is stopped once again. At this point, I think they should just let Jesse fight a Hawk. Now that's something we can win. The whole game is a mess, and I am embarrassed when I see Goldberg cower after the fifth goal is being scored on him. We do a line change, and Connie takes face off. Larson smacks her stick out of her hand, and then McGill and King smash Guy against the wall. I skate over and help him up glaring at them. I take the face off next, and I am so angry and I get an adrenaline rush, I am able to shove Larson down and take the puck. Just like during practice, I spin around, avoiding Hawk players. I spin around again, going around the net and scoring. Mr Hall and Casey start cheering and I skate over to Guy, who is smiling at me. I furrow my brows when I see Fulton Reed behind him clapping. I never knew Fulton watched hockey. I skate by the bench and Coach says. "Good goal, Y/n. you might be the best player on the team." I thank him for the compliment and get back in the middle for the face off. I fight for the puck,and shove Larson down again, I skate off with the puck, but get checked against the wall by Adam, Larson, and King my helmet falls off then I hit my head off the boards. I gasp for air as I drop down. "What the fuck Adam!" I shout at him from the ice. "Y/n I'm so sorry, please for give me." He skates over to me and reaches out his hand. Conway comes up and body checks him. "Stay away from her Banks." Conway crouches over me. "Y/n you're bleeding." He helps me up and take sme to the bench. "No medics I'm fine." Bombay goes to speak and I stop him. "It's a cut on my cheek i'm fine." I look over at Adam and he looks at me with sad eyes. I get up and hop onto the ice, I skate over to him and hug him. "Adam it's okay I know you didn't mean it." He hugs me back quickly before his coach calls him over. "Y/n what was that?" Bombay asks looking at Adam then at me again. "You don't have time to hug your boyfriend when we're in a game." I nod and sit back down on the bench.
It's the end of the game, we just lost 17 to 1. We are all on the bench, arguing, Well. the boys are. Connie and I are taking our gear off. "Hey, shut up!" Bombay yells. "You guys stink. I thought we came here to play hockey." "You know, I knew we forgot something." Peter jokes we all laugh a bit, which irks Bombay. "Oh, you think it's funny? You think losing is funny?" Averman shrugs."Well, not at first. But once you get the hang of it." "We're the ones out their getting our butts kicked." Jesse snaps. "Yeah," Terry agrees, always the one backing his brother up. "It's not like you coach us or anything. At least we tried." Bombay scoffs, glaring at the Hall brothers. "You didn't listen to a word I said. I said keep your heads up, you put your heads down. I said hustle, you went slower! The was the sloppiest playing I've ever seen. Why the hell don't you just listen to me?" Jesse stands up, and I knew Jesse is either going to blow up, or walk away. "Why the hell should we?" He demands. He storms off, making me sigh. "I don't care," Bombay says. "You want to lose? Fine. You're the ones who look like idiots out there." Bombay walks off as well. I keep my head down, taking my gloves and helmet off. "You had a good goal, Y/n/n." Guy said
softly I smile up at him as there was a round of agreements. I smile all of them, and skate off the ice to the locker room. Man was I going to be sore tomorrow.