Portman's POV
"I hurt." I sigh, dropping my gear bag to the ground near Fulton's as I exit the locker room. My boyfriend laughs, leaning against the wall near the door where he's been waiting for me. "Awwww, poor baby."
I scowl and stick my tongue out at him. He says something along the lines of maybe later and its all down hill from here.
"What makes you think I want anything to do with you?" I tease, crossing my arms across my chest.
"Oh, I see how it is. You don't love me anymore." Fult grabs his bag, tosses it over his shoulder and starts to walk off. I stand there for a second, laughing an looking after him, before realizing I must look like a complete jack ass. I gather up my stuff and left the rink. In the distance I see a small spec of red, between a large dark dot and a larger blonde dot. This sort of sight is normally always the same. Fulton's friend Emma has pissed off someone and he's trying to smooth things over.
I amble over the grass slowly and arrive at the group in time to see Fulton toss Em over his shoulder and walk away. This time the person she'd chosen to start with is Mike Grayson from the football team. The dude is huge. He could've eaten her.
"What the Crimson Creeper do this time?" I ask walking over to Mike. The full back just laughs. "She got all pissy because I called Kory Montel, a deaf, dyke, bitch."
I blink. "You're kidding right?"
"No."
Without thinking, my fist collides with Mike's jaw and I walk away. Now I don't like Emma, in fact, I hate her. But her girlfriend Kory is one of the sweetest people I know. Not to mention that calling anyone by a slanderous name because of their sexuality pisses me off. When I get back to my room, Fulton has pinned Emily to the bed to keep her from running back out and attacking Mike. The tiny redhead is so seething with anger; my boyfriend is struggling to hold her down.
"Lemme go bastard must die!" She yells, kicking him in the leg. Fult winces and rubs his shin. "Damn it Emily, calm down already."
Uh-oh, he called her Emily. This is not good, she's going to kill him rather then Mike. Then I'll have to find a new boyfriend and it'll just be a totally unnecessary hassle. Therefore, I must intervene before she slaughters him.
"Hey Em, why don't you go check on Kory. I bet she's real upset right now."
She thinks on it for minute before nodding and leaving. I don't understand those two at all. They have little to nothing in common. Kory's quiet and calm and bubbly and sweet, Emily isn't. But still they're so committed to one another it's almost sickening.
"How's your leg?" I ask flopping onto my bed, hearing it crack as my large body hits it.
"It's good. She didn't kick that hard." He replies, sitting beside me. He then scowls. "You hit him didn't you?"
"No, why?"
"You're knuckles are red."
Busted, curses. He knows me far too well.
"Ok, I didn't hit him hard."
He laughs and leans over to kiss me. I grin back and welcome the kiss, reaching up to turn off the light.
"I hurt." I sigh, dropping my gear bag to the ground near Fulton's as I exit the locker room. My boyfriend laughs, leaning against the wall near the door where he's been waiting for me. "Awwww, poor baby."
I scowl and stick my tongue out at him. He says something along the lines of maybe later and its all down hill from here.
"What makes you think I want anything to do with you?" I tease, crossing my arms across my chest.
"Oh, I see how it is. You don't love me anymore." Fult grabs his bag, tosses it over his shoulder and starts to walk off. I stand there for a second, laughing an looking after him, before realizing I must look like a complete jack ass. I gather up my stuff and left the rink. In the distance I see a small spec of red, between a large dark dot and a larger blonde dot. This sort of sight is normally always the same. Fulton's friend Emma has pissed off someone and he's trying to smooth things over.
I amble over the grass slowly and arrive at the group in time to see Fulton toss Em over his shoulder and walk away. This time the person she'd chosen to start with is Mike Grayson from the football team. The dude is huge. He could've eaten her.
"What the Crimson Creeper do this time?" I ask walking over to Mike. The full back just laughs. "She got all pissy because I called Kory Montel, a deaf, dyke, bitch."
I blink. "You're kidding right?"
"No."
Without thinking, my fist collides with Mike's jaw and I walk away. Now I don't like Emma, in fact, I hate her. But her girlfriend Kory is one of the sweetest people I know. Not to mention that calling anyone by a slanderous name because of their sexuality pisses me off. When I get back to my room, Fulton has pinned Emily to the bed to keep her from running back out and attacking Mike. The tiny redhead is so seething with anger; my boyfriend is struggling to hold her down.
"Lemme go bastard must die!" She yells, kicking him in the leg. Fult winces and rubs his shin. "Damn it Emily, calm down already."
Uh-oh, he called her Emily. This is not good, she's going to kill him rather then Mike. Then I'll have to find a new boyfriend and it'll just be a totally unnecessary hassle. Therefore, I must intervene before she slaughters him.
"Hey Em, why don't you go check on Kory. I bet she's real upset right now."
She thinks on it for minute before nodding and leaving. I don't understand those two at all. They have little to nothing in common. Kory's quiet and calm and bubbly and sweet, Emily isn't. But still they're so committed to one another it's almost sickening.
"How's your leg?" I ask flopping onto my bed, hearing it crack as my large body hits it.
"It's good. She didn't kick that hard." He replies, sitting beside me. He then scowls. "You hit him didn't you?"
"No, why?"
"You're knuckles are red."
Busted, curses. He knows me far too well.
"Ok, I didn't hit him hard."
He laughs and leans over to kiss me. I grin back and welcome the kiss, reaching up to turn off the light.