angel
c/w: none ! about: adam goes through love at first sight. (fem! reader) a/n: banks looks so cutesy here omg (below)
Adam stood behind Dean Buckley, who had a couple words with the Ducks about his displayed Brazilian Fire-Ants and their new Coach, Ted Orion.
“They say nobody picked a fight with him... if they wanted to live.” Averman shuddered, looking at Goldberg now.
The Dean chuckled, then took a glance down at his watch. “That’s what they say. Now, have you all gotten your schedules? It’s time for your first class.”
Charlie looked up from the tank of ants, answering for the team. “Oh, not yet. Coach Bombay said we would get them today.”
Dean Buckley turned his head to face the door to his office. “Ah, I suppose she’s late then.”
“She? Who might you be referring to?” Averman pushed up his glasses, mocking the tone of the Dean, who whirls around to face him. “Sir.” Averman added quickly.
As if planned, the door slams open to reveal you with several papers in hand.
You bowed your head down to avoid the disapproving look Dean Buckley would end up giving you.
“I’m so sorry sir! I overslept on the first day, which is unacceptable, I know, but I was up all night making extra copies in case the Ducks lost their primary schedule, and—”
The Dean cleared his throat to interrupt your word spewing.
You looked up now, your eyes landing on Adam almost immediately. “I’m sorry, I was rambling just then!”
You straightened up your posture and adjusted the collar of your wrinkled dress shirt.
“I’m ___ ___, it’s a pleasure to meet you all.” You beamed, combing your fingers through your hair as well.
Your smile felt like finally taking off your hockey pads after a long practice, the sight of newly sharpened skates, scoring the winning goal before time ran out.
Adam had never really taken notice of girls. He figured he had no time for them with all the stuff going on in his life.
But this might’ve been the first time someone he’s just met could possibly be the human equivalent of his love for hockey.
“She’s your freshman class president for this school year. Please treat her with the same respect as you would me.”
Dean Buckley held his arms behind his back, not realizing the Ducks were messing around when he wasn’t looking.
"Someone tell him to close his mouth." Russ whispered.
"Looks like someone has a crush." Charlie grinned from ear to ear.
"Adam Banksy, the preppy, the cake-eater, the..." Averman abruptly stopped his freestyle when Banks' glared at him.
“Now, you can all get to know each other better in your free time. ___, if you would please hand them their schedules?” “Of course, sir.”
Most of the Ducks had left the office now, going straight to their first period classes.
A couple papers fell from your grasp now, landing at Banks’ feet. He crouched down to pick the papers up and quickly handed them back to you.
“Here, you dropped these.” He stared. The sunlight shone through the window, casting on your face at such an angle. The resemblance of an angel.
“Oh, thank you Adam.” You glanced up at him.
Adam felt his mouth go dry, his palms now beginning to sweat.
“You know my name?” “It’s listed on your schedule… And you’re sorta the only one in here besides me.”
Banks’ looked down in embarrassment. “Right. Sorry about that, it was a dumb question.”
You gave him one of your award-winning smiles, lightly placing your hand on his tricep.
“It wasn’t dumb. I bet a lot of people know who you are— Since you were in the Junior Goodwill games, and stuff like that... I used to see you on my TV.” His cheeks flushed and he opened his mouth to say something.
The clock behind Adam caught your attention. Two minutes til passing period.
“Okay! So… I’ll see you—” You began. “Yeah, totally.” He nodded his head, snapping out of his trance to look at his schedule and map.
“Great! See you!” You gave him a thumbs up, walking right out of Buckley’s office.
When the room was empty, Adam took a moment to catch his breath. "Woah."
sorry again for my short one shots !!! requests are open if you'd like something a bit specific