[ O C E A N  E Y E S ]

❛ we are not cheaters ❜

          THE GUYS AND I WERE JUST IN THE ALLEYWAY when one of the boys brought a box full of magazines. "Yeah!" all the guys cheer taking a magazine as I stood on the side with Charlie adjusting to my outfit. It quite uncomfortable as I was the only girl with them at the moment.

"I don't believe it. Who would throw these away?" Averman flips through the magazine.

"Hold it. First look's free. Next 5 minutes cost a buck each," Karp informs the boys.

"Yeah, guys. Fort it over," Peter says.

"Forget it, Karp. I can see this every day on MTV," Averman drops his magazine after hearing Karp's deal.

"Hey, guys, this one's from Minneapolis."

"Hey, Guy look. It's your mom," Peter shows Guy the model, Guy chases after Peter.

We all follow behind. "Let's give him a wedgie!" Jesse yells running after them.

"That's a good idea, Jesse," Terry says.

They manage to get Peter trapped, his back currently pushed against a brick wall, "Come on. I was just kidding, okay?" Peter pleads.

"Hey!" Karp exclaims from far away. I look towards the voice to see Karp just standing in the middle of the alleyway, he was staring at something so my eyes wander to his sights whereabouts. McGill, Larson, and Banks stood there.

They stood in front of us. I made eye contact with Banks but looked down immediately after, "Hi, girls," Larson teases.

"Hey! I am a girl!" I yell.

"Shut up, you aren't making anything better," Charlie elbows me.

McGill, Larson, and Banks start skating around us, "Does your mommy know you have that?" McGill asks with his annoying baby voice.

"Nah, she's busy with the mailman."

"That'll make great bathroom reading," Banks smirks my way, I glare at him, that's so disgusting!

"That's mine, you jerk. I found it," Karp argues.

"You don't even know what to do with it, wuss breath," McGill spats.

"Are you going to let him call you wuss breath," Peter teases.

"No!" Karp yells charging at the boys but immensely fails, only to be toss into a pile of garbage.

We all groan when Karp took the fall. The Hawk boys kept taunting us asking if we wanted more, "Come on. Come on. You want some more?" we all continue to argue. I see a figure behind them. The one and only, Fulton Reed. He grabs onto McGill and Larson's jacket and throws them aside making Banks fall with them. We all cheer as the 3 Hawks runs away with terror shaking through their bodies. We thank Fulton and soon left.

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"1, 2, 3... Boom!" yells coach as Karp fakes his fall, everyone was laughing except for Charlie and I. I didn't feel the need to cheat even if we can't win any games.

"What are you laughing at, cream-cheese boy? Let's go," Bombay tests Goldberg

We get into partners to partake in this, "If we're going to cheat, we got to make those falls look real," Charlie and I partnered up but no actions were done between the two of us.

"Keep it up. Keep it up," coach encourages.

We line up listening to coach's speech, "Good. Good. Now say it again," coach orders.

"Take the fall. Act hurt. Get indignant."

"One more time," Bombay yells, we repeat this a few more times until coach was satisfied.

"Good! You guys are ready," coach yells once again. We get dismissed as we walk off tired from today.

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[ G A M E  D A Y ]

It was another game day and we were already in the midst of failing. Charlie and I were practically creeping on the edge of our box as Goldberg fails to save the goal. The referee approaches Goldberg. He was furious but then again he could not cheat on his life... "Goldberg," Bombay sighs.

"What?" Goldberg replies with annoyance in his voice.

"Don't take the fall while they're shooting at you."

"Oh. Well, I guess you didn't explain that very well, then, did you?" Goldberg scoffs.

The referee comes by our box "District 5. Cut the acting crap. One more time, I forfeit to the Jets," he says, even cheating didn't help our team win anything.

"What?! I'm insulted by that," Bombay says.

I was finally on the ice. Jesse blocks the puck from one of the players but when Charlie got it, he was pushed against the wall by two other players. Charlie was trying so hard to get the puck out of the area. The ref blows his whistle "Face-off. Let's go."

"Charlie!" I hear Bombay from far away. Charlie skates towards him as the rest of us prepare for a face-off.

"Let's go. Face-off. Come on, coach," the referee yells getting everyone's attention.

I was on Charlie's right, getting ready for the puck "Okay. Even them up, boys. Here we go," the ref drops the puck down and the Jets were practically dragging on us. I see Charlie with the puck so it was up to him to score. It was against him and one of the Jets. Charlie was being pummeled and then another player approaches him.

Charlie gives a long stare at Bombay, probably thinking about what he said, then he looks at him and I shake my head "Don't cheat," I mouth to him. Charlie knows whats best for the team and even if we lose it's better than cheating.

"That's it, Charlie!" coach yells, I skate towards Charlie, just in time for Charlie to kick it out of the way.

"Damn it, Charlie!" Bombay groans.

The game ends and once again we lost, all 'cause Bombay wanted us to cheat. As we enter the locker rooms, things were said back and forth about the game, "We can't even win when we cheat," Terry exclaims

"Stupid! Can't do the tricks."

"That was embarrassing," Connie comments.

"Charlie!" coach yells out.

Charlie and I turn and faced him "What the hell is the matter with you?! When I tell you to do something, you do it! You got it? Look at me," coach yells.

Charlie looks up at him, I could see Charlie in the corner of my eye looking like he was about to cry "You got it?"

"You can't make me cheat," Charlie drops everything and left. I run after him making sure he was okay.

As I was chasing after him I bump into a figure, the person offered a hand. I took it, still not knowing the figure who was currently pulling me up but when I looked up into their eyes, I immediately knew those blue eyes. "Banks? What are you doing here?" I pull away from him as quickly as I could.

"Just came to see my fave girl," he smirks. I give him a disgusted face. I slump my body knowing that Charlie probably ran off to mom as I couldn't find him anywhere near the area I was stuck in with Banks.

"Look, if you don't have anything to really say don't say it," I sigh.

"Remember that time when I was trying to say something to you at the end of our game but got interrupted by my dad," I nod having a slight memory.

"Well, I was wondering-" Banks starts but only to be interrupted again by my mother.

"Honey, get change! We're heading home now."

"And that is my cue to go!" I run back to the locker rooms but stop mid-way to yell back at Banks.

"But hey! Maybe one day you could finish that sentence and I could give you my answer," I smile. He looks down at his face starts blushing.