"Yes, great game guys, one more win and the Ducks are the mightiest in the state again!" Charlie congratulated his team as they changed after the game.
"Yeah, no thanks to Portman." Averman grumbled, then quickly hid in a locker to avoid the Bash Brother's wrath.
"What was that you little leprechaun?" Portman's nostrils flared as he pounded on the locker door.
"He's right dude." Fulton began "You spent half the game in the box and the other half on the bench trying to get Orion to put you in."
"So you're against me now too Reed!" Portman spat like venom.
"No one is against you Porman." Julie spoke up tenderly. "Are you feeling okay?"
"I need outa here." Was the boy's response as he stormed out, still wearing his skates.
The parking lot was dark, with a cold night breeze that chilled the still sweat soaked teen. His anger toward Samantha, Ryan and himself had tale such control of him, he'd been taking it out on everyone from the opposing team to the rest of the Ducks. For the past tree years he'd mainly been able to keep his attitude in check, even on the ice, but since everything happened with Sam, he didn't care. He knew that a team that didn't get along couldn't win and not winning could cost them their scholarships, but at the time it didn't matter to him if he was thrown out of school. Without Sam there just seemed to be no reason to go on with this stuffy, up tight education.
"Hey hot stuff, do you need a ride?" A red Mitsubishi Eclipse pulled up along side him, the automatic window rolling down.
Portman shook his head at the driver then went back to straining his eyes and neck to find his own set of wheels.
"No thanks Sierra, my truck is here, some where."
"Well if you don't need any help, then I guess I'll just be on my way. See ya later Portman."
As the girl put the small car into gear and was about to pull off out of the lot, the tall dark enforcer called her name.
"Sierra wait, wanna go for a ride?"
"Of course!" The girl beamed leaning over to open the passenger side door. "Get in."
As they drove off into the night Portman didn't know what was going to happen, but he knew it wouldn't be something good. But then nothing that had happened in the past few weeks had been good, this would just be the icing on the many layered cake.
Sierra parked the car at the point and turned the engine off. The stars were beautiful like flawless diamonds against the navy ribbon of a sky. It was a perfect setting for a romantic lovers rendezvous. It was the kind of scene one would expect to read about in a novel, or see on an old time movie. As Portman leaned over and pressed his lips to Sierra's another poem sprang to mind.
'Take away my pain, drown it in a kiss
Hiding my emotions, with our fervent tryst
Fill this empty hole, gaping in my heart
Hold me close, don't let go, I'm falling apart
Run your fingers through my hair
Gently touch my body like you care
Let's look deeply into each other eyes
And make unbridled love until sunrise'
"Come back to my room?" Dean murmured against her mouth.
The next thing they knew the two were back in his dorm, with the door locked and a note tacked to the front telling Fulton to find a different place to sleep. Soon they were hot and gasping as the night hours began to fade.
Sam woke up the next morning to the sound of someone tapping at her door. It was only 5:30 on a Saturday no less, anyone that wasn't tucked snugly in their bed at that hour was mental. She stumbled from her bed and staggered to the door in a prenoon fog. On the other side, in the hall stood Ryan Snow with a sobering expression.
"We need to talk." He whispered and Samantha stepped aside to let him in.
The pretty Editor wandered over to her bed and sat crossed legged on it. as the boy pulled out her desk chair.
"What did you have to tell me before 6:00 AM.?"
"It's about that night at the party Sam..."
"Look Ryan," She cut him off "I know I may have given you the wrong impression that night and this may hurt, but we're not getting back together. I'm in love with Dean, everything that happened at Sierra's was just a drunken mistake."
"Are you finished?"
"Yeah."
"Good, now let me talk. Sam, nothing happened at all."
"What are you talking about?" Samantha looked at him as if he had grown an extra head.
Ryan sighed and rubbed his eyes.
"Sierra gave me a hundred and fifty dollars to pretend like I slept with you. She convinced me that if you and Portman broke up, I'd be able to get you back. She spiked your drink, she gave me the key to unlock the door and get into the room you were in, she set everything up. I followed along with it, you've got to understand how sorry I am Samantha, I didn't want to hurt you, I just couldn't face losing you."
"Are you serious?"
"As a heart attack."
"I'll deal with you later then. I've gotta go talk to Dean." The girl declared and sprinted out of her room, still dressed in her PJs.
At Portman's door she took a deep breath, ignoring the note that had been feverishly written to Fulton the night before and knocked.....
~* I've got a new addiction to cliffhangers. Guess you'll have to wait until the next installment to find out what happens.*~
"Yeah, no thanks to Portman." Averman grumbled, then quickly hid in a locker to avoid the Bash Brother's wrath.
"What was that you little leprechaun?" Portman's nostrils flared as he pounded on the locker door.
"He's right dude." Fulton began "You spent half the game in the box and the other half on the bench trying to get Orion to put you in."
"So you're against me now too Reed!" Portman spat like venom.
"No one is against you Porman." Julie spoke up tenderly. "Are you feeling okay?"
"I need outa here." Was the boy's response as he stormed out, still wearing his skates.
The parking lot was dark, with a cold night breeze that chilled the still sweat soaked teen. His anger toward Samantha, Ryan and himself had tale such control of him, he'd been taking it out on everyone from the opposing team to the rest of the Ducks. For the past tree years he'd mainly been able to keep his attitude in check, even on the ice, but since everything happened with Sam, he didn't care. He knew that a team that didn't get along couldn't win and not winning could cost them their scholarships, but at the time it didn't matter to him if he was thrown out of school. Without Sam there just seemed to be no reason to go on with this stuffy, up tight education.
"Hey hot stuff, do you need a ride?" A red Mitsubishi Eclipse pulled up along side him, the automatic window rolling down.
Portman shook his head at the driver then went back to straining his eyes and neck to find his own set of wheels.
"No thanks Sierra, my truck is here, some where."
"Well if you don't need any help, then I guess I'll just be on my way. See ya later Portman."
As the girl put the small car into gear and was about to pull off out of the lot, the tall dark enforcer called her name.
"Sierra wait, wanna go for a ride?"
"Of course!" The girl beamed leaning over to open the passenger side door. "Get in."
As they drove off into the night Portman didn't know what was going to happen, but he knew it wouldn't be something good. But then nothing that had happened in the past few weeks had been good, this would just be the icing on the many layered cake.
Sierra parked the car at the point and turned the engine off. The stars were beautiful like flawless diamonds against the navy ribbon of a sky. It was a perfect setting for a romantic lovers rendezvous. It was the kind of scene one would expect to read about in a novel, or see on an old time movie. As Portman leaned over and pressed his lips to Sierra's another poem sprang to mind.
'Take away my pain, drown it in a kiss
Hiding my emotions, with our fervent tryst
Fill this empty hole, gaping in my heart
Hold me close, don't let go, I'm falling apart
Run your fingers through my hair
Gently touch my body like you care
Let's look deeply into each other eyes
And make unbridled love until sunrise'
"Come back to my room?" Dean murmured against her mouth.
The next thing they knew the two were back in his dorm, with the door locked and a note tacked to the front telling Fulton to find a different place to sleep. Soon they were hot and gasping as the night hours began to fade.
Sam woke up the next morning to the sound of someone tapping at her door. It was only 5:30 on a Saturday no less, anyone that wasn't tucked snugly in their bed at that hour was mental. She stumbled from her bed and staggered to the door in a prenoon fog. On the other side, in the hall stood Ryan Snow with a sobering expression.
"We need to talk." He whispered and Samantha stepped aside to let him in.
The pretty Editor wandered over to her bed and sat crossed legged on it. as the boy pulled out her desk chair.
"What did you have to tell me before 6:00 AM.?"
"It's about that night at the party Sam..."
"Look Ryan," She cut him off "I know I may have given you the wrong impression that night and this may hurt, but we're not getting back together. I'm in love with Dean, everything that happened at Sierra's was just a drunken mistake."
"Are you finished?"
"Yeah."
"Good, now let me talk. Sam, nothing happened at all."
"What are you talking about?" Samantha looked at him as if he had grown an extra head.
Ryan sighed and rubbed his eyes.
"Sierra gave me a hundred and fifty dollars to pretend like I slept with you. She convinced me that if you and Portman broke up, I'd be able to get you back. She spiked your drink, she gave me the key to unlock the door and get into the room you were in, she set everything up. I followed along with it, you've got to understand how sorry I am Samantha, I didn't want to hurt you, I just couldn't face losing you."
"Are you serious?"
"As a heart attack."
"I'll deal with you later then. I've gotta go talk to Dean." The girl declared and sprinted out of her room, still dressed in her PJs.
At Portman's door she took a deep breath, ignoring the note that had been feverishly written to Fulton the night before and knocked.....
~* I've got a new addiction to cliffhangers. Guess you'll have to wait until the next installment to find out what happens.*~