Okay, I'd LOVE feedback, even if you told me I suck. I can't decide who to put Cal with. It is floating between OC, Mac, and Jim Craig. Let me know who you think should win the toss up…
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meadow567: yeah, that's who I was leaning towards too.
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Nikkd03: I'm delighted that so many people agree who i should go with! He's my fave.
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Cal found herself knocking on the locker door, and waiting for someone to yell enter. She walked in, and was glad to see the boys mostly dressed. There were a few that were still in their boxers or briefs, but she stayed professional and addressed them all. "Part of my job here is to make sure that no one suffers from pulled or strained muscles. It's going to be up to you guys to let me or Doc know when you're experiencing any kind of discomfort." Having said this, she turned to leave.
"I have a muscle that's in some discomfort, you wanna come rub it?" Someone called out, there were several snickers.
"Shut up! Show some respect." Rizzo snapped. Some of the others sitting up front were shaking their heads in disgust.
Cal turned back, a lazy smile on her face, they didn't know her well enough to notice the glitter in her eyes. If Teri or Michelle had been there, they'd have gotten out of there before the storm blew. "I don't know who said it," she started softly, "But let me inform you, if any of you, without express permission touches me in any way, shape, or form, You won't be able to continue on this team."
"Gonna turn us in?" the voice said snottily.
"No. not at all." she smiled pleasantly. "I would break all of the fingers on that hand, at each knuckle, making it impossible to hold a hockey stick. I would also cause severe lower abdominal pain, and the inability to have children. I've studied anatomy quite thoroughly." She threw a smile to the boys sitting on the benches in front of her, the boys who had snorted angrily, and walked out the door.
"Cal?" the voice yelled, entering the dorm room.
"I'm in the bathroom." she yelled back. She was in the middle of finishing her hair. It was driving her crazy, so she'd decided to put it into a ponytail.
"Are you ready to go?" Teri asked, looking at her from the doorway.
"Just about. Michelle out in the car?"
"Actually, she stopped to flirt with some softball players." The two girls grinned at each other.
Cal smiled brightly, "Let's go!"
Once again, after dragging Michelle away from the three college boys, the three girls headed to the local bar. Some of the hockey players were already in there. The three girls grabbed their own table again, much to the chagrin of the players.
The girls had been drinking beer for a while, and decided to play some darts. Teri was just about to toss one, while in the midst of a fit of laughter, when the dart slipped out of her hand flying backwards. The girls heard a yelp, and turned to find OC holding his head, and turning to look at the culprit. Michelle started snickering, unable to contain herself.
"That hurt ya know." he snapped, still rubbing his head.
Michelle sighed and stalked over to him, "Oh turn around." she said in an exasperated voice. She ran her hands over the bump, and checked for blood. "You're fine, ya big baby."
"That felt nice." he said giving her a cocky grin, and snaking his arm around her waist.
Michelle grinned down at him. "Oh, ya think so?" she asked, and grabbed his ear, twisting it.
"Ow!" he screeched, letting her go immediately.
"Don't grab a lady, unless she tells you that it's alright." she chastised him, and proceeded to sit in his lap.
Jack proceeded to look at her warily, before putting his arm around her again.
Cal felt a soft brush on her arm, and looked to find Jim Craig standing next to her, the forgotten dart in his hand. "Here, you're friend dropped this." he told her in his soft New England accent. She took it from him, smiling slightly.
"Thanks."
"I wanted to say how sorry we all were about the jackass in the locker rooms." he continued. "We were all really glad you stood up to him."
"I'm not going to let some boy intimidate me. That's not why I'm here."
"What do your parents think of you doing this job? Spending all your time with all these guys?" He asked, a small smile flitting around the edges of his mouth. Too late, he noticed her face paling, and her eyes blinking to keep tears at bay.
Cal found herself looking into deep blue eyes, and she was unable to hide the grief. "My parents died two years ago. A plane crash." she told him, looking down at her slightly trembling hands.
"I'm sorry. I'm such an idiot." he swore slightly.
"Why? How could you know?" she took a deep breath, and smiled slightly, "My parents would have supported me completely. They always did."
"That was my mom." he shared. "She died this past year. She always supported me. She wanted the Olympics for me, so badly."
Cal looked at him more closely. He was a handsome guy. Dark hair, falling to his shoulders, deep blue eyes, and his smile really hit her. "Sometimes the world we live in, isn't as fair as it should be. If you ever want to talk, feel free. I understand what you're feeling."
"Thanks." he said sincerely. "Cal." he added.
"No problem Jimmy."