AN: Well here is chapter 2 :) I hope you like it. Please Review. Oh and I forgot to say on my last chapter that I do not own Rocket Power, or the characters :) I'm just toying with the plot! But seriously, review!
Reggie made it back to the Shack in time to walk home with Sammy, who complained that he hadn't seen her all night. Reggie explained what had happened with Trent and Sam grinned and rolled his eyes at her. "So you ditched us for a pretty face?" Sam asked.
"I guess, I'm sorry Sam, I guess I just needed to get away from everyone and Trent showed up at the right time," Reggie explained as they walked into the cul-de-sac. "I'm sorry I left you without telling you I was going."
"It's ok, Reg," Sam smiled. "I'll see you tomorrow, anyway."
Reggie was pulled into a goodnight hug from Sammy. "Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow, night, Sammy," she replied, as he released her. They each went to their respective houses.
Reggie was happy to find her own house still empty, she had beat Otto and Raymundo home. Not wanting to wait around downstairs to explain her whereabouts for the night to Otto, she headed up to her room. Once inside she stripped her clothes and shoes off, replacing her shorts and tank with an old hockey jersey that she liked to sleep in, and collapsing on her bed. It didn't take long for her to fall asleep, though she was uneasy as she remembered the look on Trent's face when she had left him on the beach.
"Yo, Reggie, wake up!" Otto's voice pierced Reggie's slumber what felt like only minutes later.
"What's your malfunction, Otto?" she muttered, rolling over to look at him.
"Dude, it's almost noon, Twist wants to play a game of two on two hockey, you game?" Otto asked, he came over and sat on the edge of Reggie's bed as she tried to pull the covers over her head. "I don't think so, Reg," he laughed, grabbing her hands.
"I don't want to be on Sammy's team," Reggie sighed, her way of bargaining. "I'm only playing if you're with Sam for a change."
Although Sam was much more athletic now they were teenagers, he still wasn't great at playing hockey, only goal tending, and Reggie and Sam were normally slaughtered by Twister and Otto. Otto sighed in defeat, "fine, I'll team with the Squid."
"Really?" Reggie asked, sitting upright and looking at Otto in surprise; he never caved so easily.
"Really, but in exchange, you have to tell me what happened between you and Trent last night," Otto said, the mischievous grin on his face making Reggie want to punch him and crawl under the covers and never come out at the same time.
"How do you know? Did Sam tell you?" Reggie asked, flopping back on her pillows and covering her face with her hands.
"No, me and Twist saw you guys leave the Shack together," Otto replied, smirking at his sister. "Ease up, Reg, or was he that bad of a kisser?"
"Otto!" Reggie yelled, lashing a leg out to kick him.
"Okay, okay," he laughed, jumping off of her bed to avoid being kicked. "Get ready, I'll see you outside."
Reggie kept her face covered until she heard her door open and close, then she sat up and ran her hands through her hair. No, Trent had not been a bad kisser, she thought to herself as she got out of bed and searched for her black skinny leg jeans and purple, long sleeved henley shirt. When she found them she had a quick shower, put them on and made her way downstairs to put her skates on and grab her stick.
Outside, Otto, Sam and Twister were waiting for her. As she skated out to meet them in the street Sam and Otto wolf whistled at her, she glowered at them and opened her mouth to scold them but Twister skated over to her. "You ready to beat these guys, Rocket Girl?" he asked, his eyes not meeting hers.
"You bet I am, Twist," she replied, giving him a smile and wondering what was up with him.
"Bring it, lame-os!" Otto baited them, skating in circles around Reggie.
"You're so going down, Rocket Boy," Reggie responded, her eyes following his movements.
"We'll see, first to get to 10 points wins," Otto declared, readying his stick. "Sammy, you can do the drop."
Twister skated up to Otto for the faceoff and won the puck quite easily, passing to Reggie. She took the puck and skated towards the one of the temporary trashcan goals that had been set up, dekeing around Sam she placed the puck neatly in the trashcan. "And she lights the lamp!" Reggie announced, skating around the back of the trashcan.
"Go Reggie!" Twister exclaimed, skating over and high-fiving her.
Twister and Reggie managed to put away two more goals a piece and were getting quite cocky, but Otto wasn't about to lay down and let them win. He came back at them with a string of 6 unanswered goals, with very little help from Sam.
"Come on, Reggie," Twister shouted as she skated around Otto with the puck.
She grinned to herself, thinking she would be able to break away from him, but the grin was wiped from her face as something caught her skate and sent her tumbling to the ground.
"Reg, are you ok?" Twister asked, skating over and helping her up.
"I think so," Reggie replied, dusting off her jeans. "What did you hook me for?" she snapped at Otto.
"To stop you scoring, duh," Otto replied, rolling his eyes.
"Kook," Reggie snapped.
"Don't worry about it, Rocket Girl," Twister said soothingly, patting her on the back.
The next faceoff Twister won, he passed to Reggie but Sam managed to steal the puck from her. As she chased him, Otto charged at her, causing her to go of her line. Twister managed to recapture the puck and pass it off to Reggie before Otto hip checked him. Reggie went for a wrap around just as she spotted Trent waiting on the curb, watching her. Reggie faltered with the puck, the same way she had when she had been 11, and ended up on her back just as she had before.
"Ow," she groaned, curving her back to relieve the pain.
"Reggie!" Twister was at her side again, helping her to her feet and Trent had come over as well.
"You alright, Rocket Girl?" Trent asked, brushing Twister off.
"I think I twisted my ankle," Reggie responded, attempting to put weight on it. She flinched and gasped in pain as soon as she stood on it. "Yep, I did."
"Way to lame up the game, Reg," Otto laughed, as Trent helped Reggie over to the nearest trashcan so she could sit down.
"What are you doing here?" Reggie asked Trent, ignoring Otto's comment as she sat on the trashcan.
"I came to see if you wanted to hang out, actually," Trent responded, kneeling down and helping Reggie take her skate off.
"Well I don't think I'll be able to surf or anything now," Reggie sighed, rubbing her ankle.
"I didn't plan on surfing," Trent said, his voice so low that only Reggie heard him, causing her to blush. "We can still hang out."
"Oh, ok," Reggie replied at a loss for words.
"If you want to, that is?" Trent asked, looking up at her from under his lashes.
"Yeah, of course," Reggie replied quickly, forgetting about Otto, Twister and Sam all together under Trent's gaze.
"Can you still play, Reg?" Otto asked, skating over. He looked down at her ankle when he reached them. "Looks pretty bad."
"Yeah, I think I'll call it a day on hockey, Otto-man," Reggie sighed, trying to sound disappointed. "Sorry."
"It's ok, sis, I'm sure you can find something else to do," Otto smirked, looking pointedly at Trent then back to Reggie.
"I'll try," Reggie responded, glaring at her brother who skated backwards, away from her with a grin on his face.
"I'll help you inside," Trent said, helping Reggie to her feet. "We'll have to put an icepack on that." He maneuvered Reggie so that her arm was around his shoulder and his arm was around her waist, and half carried her towards her house.
"As if she's bailing on us to hang out with him!" Twister said, watching Trent guide Reggie up the front path.
"She can't play anymore, Twist, she did hurt her ankle. Why does it bother you so much, bro?" Otto asked, remembering Twister's reaction from the night before.
"He's a complete lame-o," Twister snapped. In reality he had never had a problem with Trent before, and he didn't really know why he had a problem now.
"Whatever, bro," Otto replied, taking a slapshot with the puck and scoring perfectly.
"Thanks for that, Trent," Reggie said, taking the offered icepack from him and resting it on her ankle. He sat on the edge of her bed and looked around her room, which was decorated with various posters of surfers, skaters and bands.
"Nice room," he said, finally turning his eyes to her.
"Thanks," she said nervously.
Trent wasted no time today, before she could so much as think of something else to say he was upon her. His mouth claimed hers with urgency, and she gasped in surprise. He took advantage of this and deepened the kiss. Once the initial surprise wore of, Reggie melted into the kiss, her arms draping over Trent's shoulders. Trent put an arm around Reggie's waist, the other fisting in her hair, as he pushed her back against the pillows so that he was half laying on her. They made out like this for a long while.
Soon, however, Reggie started to panic when Trent's hand moved from her waist and started to move up her abdomen, under her shirt. When he started to pull her shirt up, she freaked out and pushed him away. "Stop, stop," she said, breathlessly.
"What's wrong?" Trent asked, agitated, propping up on his elbow.
"I'm not ready for that," Reggie told him, awkwardly, not meeting his eye. "I'm sorry."
"Come on, Reggie," Trent pushed, trying to resume kissing her.
"No," Reggie told him, pushing him back again and scooting out from under him. He growled in frustration. "Look, Trent, I'm sorry, maybe if we just take things slow..." she trailed off.
"What?" Trent asked, looking at her and frowning.
"Well, we shouldn't rush into this, there will be plenty of time," Reggie said, toying with her quilt.
"Reggie, what do you think this is?" Trent asked, raising his eyebrows.
"I...I don't know," Reggie responded slowly. She had thought Trent was interested in her, and that perhaps they were entering a relationship, but she could tell by the look on his face she had been wrong.
"There are plenty of girls that would love to be in your position right now, Reg, but I'm not here to take it slow, I'm here to have some fun," Trent told her arrogantly. "If you're not going to do what I want, I'll find another girl who will."
Reggie looked at him in disbelief for a moment. "I think you should leave," she said finally, anger beginning to bubble in her chest.
"Later, much," Trent said, getting to his feet and leaving her room without a backwards glance.
Reggie sat on her bed for a long while, a sick feeling settling in her stomach and tears of anger forming in her eyes. She couldn't believe what a kook Trent had been. She wanted to go out and find Otto, Twister and Sam, but she couldn't really talk to them about this and she wasn't able to keep up with them while her ankle was hurting, so she sat on her bed thinking. Finally, she decided to call Clio, her best female friend, and talk to her about it.
"Hello, Tomboy," Clio's cheerful voice said when she picked up Reggie's call.
"Hey, Little Miss Tutu," Reggie replied, feeling a bit brighter just hearing Clio's voice.
"Why has it been so long since you last called me? I was beginning to think you had forgotten about me," Clio scolded.
"I'm sorry, Clio, I've been distracted. I could never forget about you," Reggie told her, a small smile reaching her face.
"Oh, tell me his name?" Clio demanded.
"Actually, there is no guy," Reggie said, offhandedly. "I've been focusing on Otto's surf competition, he got through, you know?"
"Yes, yes, he texted me," Clio said, sounding impatient. "But, you are lying to me, Regina! There is a boy, I can hear it in your voice."
"It's not what you think," Reggie sighed.
"But this is why you called me?" Clio asked, Reggie could hear the superior look she was sure to be wearing in her voice.
"Yes," Reggie sighed. "His name is Trent."
"And, what did this Trent do to upset you?"
"Well, last night there was a party for Otto," Reggie started. Clio listened to Reggie talk in silence, only making sounds of disapproval at the appropriate places. "I said no, and he just told me he'd find someone willing, and left."
"Well, good riddance!" Clio said, hotly. "He sounds like a complete lame-o."
"Yeah," Reggie sighed, frowning.
"But?" Clio asked, hearing the dejection in Reggie's voice.
"He's very attractive."
"Oh, come now, Tomboy, you know lots of very attractive boys," Clio told her.
"I guess I do," Reggie agreed.
"What makes this Trent so special?" Clio asked.
"He was interested in me," Reggie sighed.
"I'm sure he isn't the only one," Clio assured her. "But I will be there soon enough to help you find a boy."
"What?" Reggie asked, her brows knitting together, unsure if she had heard correctly.
"I'm moving in with Aunt Sandy and Uncle Raoul before school goes back," Clio announced.
"Why?" Reggie asked, excitement flooding her.
"Well my mum wants to travel with her new husband, and I don't want to miss school or be in the way, so we arranged for me to move in for a year while she travels," Clio explained.
"Have you told Otto?" Reggie asked, knowing that Clio and Otto had a thing. Every time Clio came to town Otto would spend all his time with her, if they didn't live so far away from each other you would call it a relationship.
"Not yet," Clio said, drawing out the words in a strained manner. "Please don't tell him, I want to surprise him."
"Ugh! It's going to be so hard... wait, does Twister know?"
"No, I asked Aunt Sandy and Uncle Raoul to keep it a secret," Clio said happily.
"Oh, way to put the pressure on, Little Miss Tutu," Reggie sighed, rolling her eyes. "When will you be here?"
"The weekend before school starts," Clio informed her.
"That's ages away!" Reggie whined.
"I know, I know," Clio said, Reggie could hear the laugh in her voice. "It'll be sooner than you know, I promise!"
"Good, I miss you, Clio," Reggie told her.
"I miss you, too, Reggie," Clio replied. "But I have to go, don't worry about that Trent, he's an idiot. I'll see you really soon, Rocket Girl."
"Yeah, soon. Bye," Reggie said, before the line went dead.
So, Clio would be with them soon. Reggie did a small sort of jig to express her excitement, before deciding to start her write up on the surf contest for her Zine.
