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CHAPTER 2
Bonita DeHerandez walked down the hall, careful not to look back. Of course she's gotten looks from guys before, she WAS Bonita DeHerandez, the Spanish beauty. But never before had she gotten looks from the JV hockey team. And she hoped to never get looks from the again. Never make personal relationships with your clients. She opened the door to the schools Newspapers office.
"Hello Bonita" Bonita gave a faint smile to Alice, the editor of the paper. She was normally pretty shy. But when you get called babe, sweetheart, and whistled at as many times as she does, you'd be just about as bitter as she is to those guys.
"Hola Alice" Bonita pulled an article out of a folder she was carrying. "Here's the latest article."
"Who won?"
"The Warriors" Alice scanned over the article.
"I'll never understand sports. We're lucky to have you. It's different to have the view of a girl write the sports articles" Bonita shrugged.
"Just doing something I like" she turned and walked out of the office. Alice stuck her head through the door.
"You're going to the JV game tonight, right?" Bonita stopped in her tracks and spun around.
"There's a JV game tonight?" Alice nodded. "Um . . . I guess I'll go. It's my job." She walked off to her dorm and her room. Once she reached her room she opened the door and smiled at her roommate, and best friend, Ava, who was sitting on the top bunk, listening to a Walkman. She paused and took off her headphones.
"Hey Nita!" she jumped gracefully off the bed and stood at her full height of four feet and ten inches, making Bonita seem like a giant, even if she was only 5'2". Her blonde shoulder length hair was pulled back into a tight bun.
"Hey Ava. What're you listening to?"
"Guess" Ava pointed to her red "Rent" T-shirt that hung over her black dance pants.
"I dunno. Madonna?" Ava laughed and her sky blue eyes lit up.
"Is there a game tonight?" Bonita put her stuff down on her desk.
"Yeah."
"Oh! Is it JV?"
"Yes" nodded Bonita with a smile. Ava was just about as assertive, and quite the opposite of Bonita, as Portman, making her crush on him very obvious.
"I'm going."
"No . . . really?" Bonita changed out of her skirt into a pair of loose jeans and put a black sweatshirt jacket over her shirt.
"Shut up Nita. It's not that obvious, is it?"
"Sorry to say this Ava, but it is."
"But he doesn't even know I like him, let alone know me!"
"Ok. But everyone else, but him, knows about your crush" Ava pouted.
"Do not. If everyone but him knew then he's find out soon enough."
"Are you ever going to tell him?"
"When you talk to a guy without biting his head off."
"The only time I talk to a guy, and probably ever will, is when they're inappropriate. Calling me babe and stuff."
"'Cause you're too shy to talk to them any other way" Bonita's cheeks turned red.
"Not my fault I'm shy."
"Yes it is."
"Well guess whose head I bit off today."
"You did not!"
"He called me a babe."
"I would have fainted. In his arms" Ava sighed. "He's so cute, isn't he?"
"No. He's a male chauvinistic pig, just like every other guy who calls me babe."
"What if he hadn't called you babe?"
"Then he would be Dean Portman, one of the two Bash Brothers, and a very good defensive player."
"That's all? I mean you write articles about him all the time."
"Correction. I write articles about sports. He happens to be on the JV hockey team."
"He's good, isn't he? Good, cute, built . . ." Ava sighed again as she pictured him in her mind.
"And about a foot and a half taller then you."
"Well at least he's taller."
"Yeah, but a foot and a half taller . . ."
"I don't' have a problem with that."
"I know, everyone's taller then you." Bonita pulled on a pair of sneakers. "Come on. We can go check out the warm-ups."
"And check out Dean."
"No. We're not checking out Dean. YOU're checking out Dean."
"Can't help it."
"You can too. Just don't' look at him."
"Well what else is there to look at?"
"Typically when you're at a hockey game you watch the game, not the players, unless they have the puck."
"I watch the game . . ."
"When Dean's in it. Then you watch the bench when Dean's sitting on i."
"I don't care about hockey. Just number 21."
"You're hopeless."
"I know" Ava smiled and put on a pair of sneakers. "Let's go. The sooner we go, the longer I get to see him."
"I dunno. Maybe we should wait a little" Bonita grinned.
"Nita . . . don't' do this to me" whined Ava.
"Fine!" Bonita picked up her notepad and opened the door. "Now remember. I'll be working. Don't poke me squealing about how cute he is, or whatever it is you squeal about."
"You're no fun you know. I need to get you a guy to squeal about. And I won't. I'll just squeal to myself, thank you very much" Ava pulled on a gray Army hoodie. The girls walked out of the room and towards the ice rink. "What should I say to him?"
"You're not going to say anything. We'll be in the stands watching them" Ava sighed as Bonita pulled open the door. They walked up the stands and sat just above the Warriors bench. Bonita opened up her notebook and chewed on the end of her pen, a habit of hers.
"Look! Look, there he is!" Ava pulled on Bonita's sleeve and Bonita shook her off.
"I said no squealing and no bothering."
"Right" Ava bit her lip as she stared at Portman. Portman, who was practicing, heard the girls' voices and stopped skating to look up at the stands
"Hey guys. Look whose here" the guys also stopped skating and casually looked at the stands.
"Come on boys, stop staring" called Coach Orion. "We've got a game to win and I assure you staring at girls won't win it for you."
"We're only staring at one girl."
"I don't' care. Just stop staring" the boys nodded and went back to practicing, occasionally glancing back up at the stands. Ava eyes fluttered ass he sighed and Bonita let go of the breath she was holding. This wasn't happening to her.
CHAPTER 2
Bonita DeHerandez walked down the hall, careful not to look back. Of course she's gotten looks from guys before, she WAS Bonita DeHerandez, the Spanish beauty. But never before had she gotten looks from the JV hockey team. And she hoped to never get looks from the again. Never make personal relationships with your clients. She opened the door to the schools Newspapers office.
"Hello Bonita" Bonita gave a faint smile to Alice, the editor of the paper. She was normally pretty shy. But when you get called babe, sweetheart, and whistled at as many times as she does, you'd be just about as bitter as she is to those guys.
"Hola Alice" Bonita pulled an article out of a folder she was carrying. "Here's the latest article."
"Who won?"
"The Warriors" Alice scanned over the article.
"I'll never understand sports. We're lucky to have you. It's different to have the view of a girl write the sports articles" Bonita shrugged.
"Just doing something I like" she turned and walked out of the office. Alice stuck her head through the door.
"You're going to the JV game tonight, right?" Bonita stopped in her tracks and spun around.
"There's a JV game tonight?" Alice nodded. "Um . . . I guess I'll go. It's my job." She walked off to her dorm and her room. Once she reached her room she opened the door and smiled at her roommate, and best friend, Ava, who was sitting on the top bunk, listening to a Walkman. She paused and took off her headphones.
"Hey Nita!" she jumped gracefully off the bed and stood at her full height of four feet and ten inches, making Bonita seem like a giant, even if she was only 5'2". Her blonde shoulder length hair was pulled back into a tight bun.
"Hey Ava. What're you listening to?"
"Guess" Ava pointed to her red "Rent" T-shirt that hung over her black dance pants.
"I dunno. Madonna?" Ava laughed and her sky blue eyes lit up.
"Is there a game tonight?" Bonita put her stuff down on her desk.
"Yeah."
"Oh! Is it JV?"
"Yes" nodded Bonita with a smile. Ava was just about as assertive, and quite the opposite of Bonita, as Portman, making her crush on him very obvious.
"I'm going."
"No . . . really?" Bonita changed out of her skirt into a pair of loose jeans and put a black sweatshirt jacket over her shirt.
"Shut up Nita. It's not that obvious, is it?"
"Sorry to say this Ava, but it is."
"But he doesn't even know I like him, let alone know me!"
"Ok. But everyone else, but him, knows about your crush" Ava pouted.
"Do not. If everyone but him knew then he's find out soon enough."
"Are you ever going to tell him?"
"When you talk to a guy without biting his head off."
"The only time I talk to a guy, and probably ever will, is when they're inappropriate. Calling me babe and stuff."
"'Cause you're too shy to talk to them any other way" Bonita's cheeks turned red.
"Not my fault I'm shy."
"Yes it is."
"Well guess whose head I bit off today."
"You did not!"
"He called me a babe."
"I would have fainted. In his arms" Ava sighed. "He's so cute, isn't he?"
"No. He's a male chauvinistic pig, just like every other guy who calls me babe."
"What if he hadn't called you babe?"
"Then he would be Dean Portman, one of the two Bash Brothers, and a very good defensive player."
"That's all? I mean you write articles about him all the time."
"Correction. I write articles about sports. He happens to be on the JV hockey team."
"He's good, isn't he? Good, cute, built . . ." Ava sighed again as she pictured him in her mind.
"And about a foot and a half taller then you."
"Well at least he's taller."
"Yeah, but a foot and a half taller . . ."
"I don't' have a problem with that."
"I know, everyone's taller then you." Bonita pulled on a pair of sneakers. "Come on. We can go check out the warm-ups."
"And check out Dean."
"No. We're not checking out Dean. YOU're checking out Dean."
"Can't help it."
"You can too. Just don't' look at him."
"Well what else is there to look at?"
"Typically when you're at a hockey game you watch the game, not the players, unless they have the puck."
"I watch the game . . ."
"When Dean's in it. Then you watch the bench when Dean's sitting on i."
"I don't care about hockey. Just number 21."
"You're hopeless."
"I know" Ava smiled and put on a pair of sneakers. "Let's go. The sooner we go, the longer I get to see him."
"I dunno. Maybe we should wait a little" Bonita grinned.
"Nita . . . don't' do this to me" whined Ava.
"Fine!" Bonita picked up her notepad and opened the door. "Now remember. I'll be working. Don't poke me squealing about how cute he is, or whatever it is you squeal about."
"You're no fun you know. I need to get you a guy to squeal about. And I won't. I'll just squeal to myself, thank you very much" Ava pulled on a gray Army hoodie. The girls walked out of the room and towards the ice rink. "What should I say to him?"
"You're not going to say anything. We'll be in the stands watching them" Ava sighed as Bonita pulled open the door. They walked up the stands and sat just above the Warriors bench. Bonita opened up her notebook and chewed on the end of her pen, a habit of hers.
"Look! Look, there he is!" Ava pulled on Bonita's sleeve and Bonita shook her off.
"I said no squealing and no bothering."
"Right" Ava bit her lip as she stared at Portman. Portman, who was practicing, heard the girls' voices and stopped skating to look up at the stands
"Hey guys. Look whose here" the guys also stopped skating and casually looked at the stands.
"Come on boys, stop staring" called Coach Orion. "We've got a game to win and I assure you staring at girls won't win it for you."
"We're only staring at one girl."
"I don't' care. Just stop staring" the boys nodded and went back to practicing, occasionally glancing back up at the stands. Ava eyes fluttered ass he sighed and Bonita let go of the breath she was holding. This wasn't happening to her.