A/N: This is a rather short chapter. I don't know what I'm planning for
this story, and I don't think I like it as much. Maybe I'll replace this
chapter? Or if anyone has any ideas that will SAVE this story, that'll be
good. Review please!
Caitie sat underneath the wooden bleachers. Alone, she was able to just enjoy the silence. Picking up a handful of small pebbles, she began throwing them one by one, targeting the steel pole.
'I can't really like him, can I?' Caitie asked herself. She was thinking about a lot of different things recently. 'But a jock?' she quietly screamed to herself. Unable to clear her mind, she stood up and dusted the fine grains of sand off of her skirt. She picked up her book bag and hung it around her shoulder.
Caitie headed towards the station, where she knew Val and Jamie would be on duty.
*
Jamie arrived at the station with a minute to spare. He opened his locker and quickly slipped on his jumpsuit. He let the top portion of the uniform hang at his waist, exposing his black tee shirt. After shoving his motorcycle helmet and bag into his locker, he closed it and entered the common room.
"Hey, you made it on time," Hank stated as he plopped down on the couch with a soda in hand.
"Going 90/mph will make a person prompt." Jamie grinned, exposing his white teeth.
"You're not serious are you? Do you realize you can get hurt?" Hank began his lecture with a stern look on his face.
"I'm kidding. Man, you have to loosen up!" Jamie chuckled slightly.
"Where's Val? Isn't she on duty right now?"
Hank took another sip of his soda before answering Jamie's question. "Well, Val took Brooke to her piano lesson, so she's rescheduled for the night shift. Tyler's in the back washing the ambulance."
Jamie nodded his head. "Hey, wait a minute, aren't you suppose to wash the ambulance?"
"Let's just say, I won a little bet." Hank grinned mischievously.
"And the bet would be?" Jamie asked curiously. He knew that Tyler hated washing the ambulance. It was a long and tedious process. "Come on man, tell me."
"Tell about what?" Tyler asked as he entered the room. He walked over to the refrigerator and took out a bottle of iced tea.
"The bet we made . . . or better yet, the bet I won."
"What was the bet about Tyler?" Jamie asked.
Tyler hesitated for a moment. "It wasn't really anything . . . We just bet on . . . you know, Caitie and Jason."
A look of frustration combined with annoyance was expressed on Jamie's face.
"Well, Tyler here thought the attraction between Jason and Caitie wasn't mutual, that Caitie would shoot the uniform wearing athlete down in a heartbeat, while I thought she would give him a chance."
"How do you know she did?" Jamie asked knowing he was the only one who witnessed the scene in the hallway.
"Jason stopped by on his way from practice," Tyler added. "Man, I never thought she would go for an athlete!"
"She does her own thing regardless of what people think. You should see the undeniable chemistry between the two of them. In a few weeks, they'll be worse then you and Val!" Hank teased.
Jamie felt nauseous. The thought of Caitie and Jason together caused him to feel ill.
Caitie sat underneath the wooden bleachers. Alone, she was able to just enjoy the silence. Picking up a handful of small pebbles, she began throwing them one by one, targeting the steel pole.
'I can't really like him, can I?' Caitie asked herself. She was thinking about a lot of different things recently. 'But a jock?' she quietly screamed to herself. Unable to clear her mind, she stood up and dusted the fine grains of sand off of her skirt. She picked up her book bag and hung it around her shoulder.
Caitie headed towards the station, where she knew Val and Jamie would be on duty.
*
Jamie arrived at the station with a minute to spare. He opened his locker and quickly slipped on his jumpsuit. He let the top portion of the uniform hang at his waist, exposing his black tee shirt. After shoving his motorcycle helmet and bag into his locker, he closed it and entered the common room.
"Hey, you made it on time," Hank stated as he plopped down on the couch with a soda in hand.
"Going 90/mph will make a person prompt." Jamie grinned, exposing his white teeth.
"You're not serious are you? Do you realize you can get hurt?" Hank began his lecture with a stern look on his face.
"I'm kidding. Man, you have to loosen up!" Jamie chuckled slightly.
"Where's Val? Isn't she on duty right now?"
Hank took another sip of his soda before answering Jamie's question. "Well, Val took Brooke to her piano lesson, so she's rescheduled for the night shift. Tyler's in the back washing the ambulance."
Jamie nodded his head. "Hey, wait a minute, aren't you suppose to wash the ambulance?"
"Let's just say, I won a little bet." Hank grinned mischievously.
"And the bet would be?" Jamie asked curiously. He knew that Tyler hated washing the ambulance. It was a long and tedious process. "Come on man, tell me."
"Tell about what?" Tyler asked as he entered the room. He walked over to the refrigerator and took out a bottle of iced tea.
"The bet we made . . . or better yet, the bet I won."
"What was the bet about Tyler?" Jamie asked.
Tyler hesitated for a moment. "It wasn't really anything . . . We just bet on . . . you know, Caitie and Jason."
A look of frustration combined with annoyance was expressed on Jamie's face.
"Well, Tyler here thought the attraction between Jason and Caitie wasn't mutual, that Caitie would shoot the uniform wearing athlete down in a heartbeat, while I thought she would give him a chance."
"How do you know she did?" Jamie asked knowing he was the only one who witnessed the scene in the hallway.
"Jason stopped by on his way from practice," Tyler added. "Man, I never thought she would go for an athlete!"
"She does her own thing regardless of what people think. You should see the undeniable chemistry between the two of them. In a few weeks, they'll be worse then you and Val!" Hank teased.
Jamie felt nauseous. The thought of Caitie and Jason together caused him to feel ill.
