New blood for a dry school
Disclaimer: I own shit ok
A/n: Katie is on crutches so when I say she walked I mean she crutched
Katie hobbled out of the black truck which was standing in front of the air port. Two boys named dean and mike pulled a dark green trunk out of the back of the pick up.
"Thanks guys I think we have to go over here," she said as she walked over to a counter. She checked the trunk and got her ticket.
"One first class ticket to England," The clerk said as she handed the papers to Katie.
"I only paid for a business class ticket." She said to the clerk.
"Any one with a cast like that deserves a first class seat for that long of flight." She said as she smiled. "What happened?"
"A motto-x accident," Katie replied as she staggered away.
The clerk looked stunned.
Katie turned to the two guys accompanying her. "Why does every one seam so stunted when I say that? It really pisses me off."
"Because, you look like a sweet little girl, and sweet little girls are not suppose to ride motorcycles." Mike Barone said to her.
"Yo Barone, firstly she's not that small." Dean said to the other boy. He was right Katie was a beautiful 17 year-old girl. She stood about 5-7 and had long brown hair and dark brown eyes. "And she's not that sweet."
"You basted" Katie half yelled at him and with that he got a whacked in the shin with her crutch. "And don't say you didn't deserve that." She told him as she walked away.
"See what I mean" dean said as he rubbed his shin.
They walked in silence until they reached the air port terminal. Katie had 30 minutes till her plain was ready to board.
"Carmichael is so much better then Stewart," Katie said during a heated conversation about what else, motocross.
"No way dude, if Stewart was a 250 rider he would have killed Carmichael on Sunday." Dean replied.
"Sorry man but I have to go with Katie on this one. She's right and you know it." Barone said to dean.
The loud speaker interrupted their conversation, "all passengers for flight 225 to England please board at gate c-10 now."
"That's me guys," Katie said with a lump in her throat. She looked at her two best friends. They were always there for her. They taught her how to ride and where right there when she crashed. "I'm going to miss you so much." she said as she gave each of them a hug.
"Hey, cheer up you get to teach all those chaps over in England about our sport." Dean said in a stereotypical English accident.
"He's right you're only going to be gone for a few months. You're coming back." Mike added.
"You better be coming back I need some one to train with over the summer." Dean said as he started tickling her.
"I'm coming back, IM COMING BACK," she gasped. "I have to go," she said when dean stopped tickling her. "Good bye."
And with that she gave them each a kiss on the cheek.
"Are you going soft on us Bianchini?" dean joked.
She lifted her crutch menacingly "and don't think I won't." she slung her small carry-on bag over her shoulder and started to totter towards the terminal. "Don't forget to write or call me. Okay? If you do I'm going to fucking kill you when I get back. And remember I won't have my cast then."
"Never crossed my mind," mike said as he stepped forward and gave her a kiss on her forehead.
"What he said." Dean whispered.
"Dean you idiot!" She laughed at him "get outa here don't you have a race to practice for? And I expect a full description when you win. Spare no dirty details."
"You got it bitch," dean said to her as she entered the terminal.
She flipped him of just as they were walking away.
She sat in her seat on the plain. Next to her was a very hot boy about her age. He looked rich. He had tan pants and a black shirt that framed his very muscular upper body.
She could see him studding her. She looked at her self. Her right leg was covered in a pale yellow cast, which was decorated with the signatures of all her friends. She wore a pair of jean cut-off capris and a form fitting light blue t-shirt with the fox emblem on the front. It showed her perfectly sculpted abs. her hair was up in a messy bun and she had just a hint of make up on her face.
"Katie Bianchini," she said as she stuck her hand out to the handsome stranger.
"Malofly, Dracco Malofly." He said as he returned her hand shake.
Katie pulled out her bag which was covered in racing patches and pins. She pulled out her CD player and placed the head phones in her ears.
"So where are…" Dracco started. Then he realized that she couldn't hear him. "Fucking muggles," He mumbled.
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Chini