ᴄᴀᴋᴇ ᴇᴀᴛᴇʀ! - 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

twist and shout >> adam banks

(y/n/n) = your nickname

1959 words
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"hey y/n/n" chirped a happy connie as she slipped into the seat next to you. You grumbled a reply as you stabbed your fork into a random item on your plate, you were to distraught to notice what it was. as connie started rattling on about some cute thing guy did, you got lost in your thoughts.

why is he so stupid! your grip on the fork in hand became tighter. only an asshole would do something like that, and i thought banks wasn't capable of being even half of an asshole! connie's voice pierced through your thoughts.

"y/n? y/n!" her face contorted into a slight look of worry, when she saw the angry haze in your eyes was gone, she continued. "you went away for a minute, whats wrong y/n/n?"

"nothin', just thinking" as you spoke the entire hawks team passed by your table, a little beat up. nevertheless, they jumped around and talked about some girl's ass, just making the buzzing cafeteria seem louder. none of them seemed to remember what happened yesterday. strangely enough, adam wasn't with them. you looked around the lunch room, and spotted him sitting alone, a huge bruise right under his eye. both of you locked eyes for a minute, even though you were angry, you couldn't help but let a light shade of crimson dust your cheeks. adam felt exactly the same, except he wasn't angry, he was guilty. this however didn't go unnoticed by connie, who had witnessed the whole exchange. with a smirk, she turned to you and asked "you were thinking 'bout adam weren't you?"

a loud sigh escaped your lips as you began to tell connie about what had happened in the honkey rink yesterday.

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cue extremely flashback to yesterday

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you were gliding across the ice, practice had just finished for the day and everyone had left. you were just having some fun by yourself. head phones on, you made a really sharp turn, feeling breezy and go-lucky. the worry and suspicion that someone was near the rink seeped out of you, and you began to sing. and dance. but this wasn't one of the cute dances they do in those 1980's teenie movies. this was the type you do in your bra in front of the mirror when your parents aren't home.

so you began to sing the lyrics to twist and shout, pretending you were the one bunking school and dancing on a parade float. you jumped around the best one could jump wearing ice skates, using your hockey stick as a microphone, just putting on a show. unfortunately, you were way to caught up in your rhythmless dance session to notice the door swing open, when you did, it was to late.

fortunately you had calmed down a bit by then, but not enough to stop the giggles to escape the mouths of the hawks hockey team, fully dressed and ready for practice. still oblivious to the group of people at the door,  you could sense things were a little off, so you turned to look around the rink and nearly screamed when you saw the laughing group of teens skate towards you. you slowly pulled of your headphones, still trying to comprehend the situation. they started to circle around you. adam trailing behind at a slight distance.

they tried to insult you. of course their attempts were feeble, but it still hurt. since you were not one to take shit, you quipped back with some pretty badass comebacks, often leaving them silent until they come up with an other insult which was weaker than the last. all the while adam was watching, he knew you could take care of yourself, so he couldn't help but laugh everytime you rendered one of them speechless, you noticed this and it made you crack the beginnings of a smile. you also happened to notice the way his jaw clenched when they they fired an insult at you, obviously trying to control his anger.