Chapter 3: Orange Freeze

Author's note: I'm not going to update in a bit (another fanfic).

The Canadian Sun was bothering Alex more than anything. It was an incredible temperature of 102 degrees Fahrenheit. Sabina wasn't fazed by this at all.

"How can you handle this blistering heat?" Alex asked Sabina.

"I'm just used to it now," Sabina said in reply.

Alex couldn't believe it. It had never been this hot in Chelsea and if it did get anywhere close, parks and gyms were filled with people in sleeveless-shirts, shorts, and always had some sort of sports drink companioning them. It was the same way here. In Sabina's bulging pocket was a lemon-lime Gatorade and she was wearing some sort of generic basketball jersey for Calgary Union High School.

"Is there anything special about your high school," Alex asked as soon as he saw Sabina's shirt.

"I just want to fit in here," She replied. "Do you have any idea what it's like to move to two different schools in less than a year?"

"No, I can't say I do," Alex stated.

Alex strolled down and was suddenly pulled by the collar of his shirt and fell down flat on his butt. He felt a throbbing pain a rubbed his back pocket. His wallet was gone. Alex felt nearly helpless until he saw a brown-haired man struggling through the crowd with a fat brown wallet in his hand.

"Hey!" Alex called out.

Obviously, the thief wasn't to keen on getting caught, but Alex made a made dash. It felt like he was in a race. He and the thief were running in perfect symmetry, but Alex could tell he had a slight edge in speed over the culprit.

Finally Alex caught a hold of the bandit's sleeve and started to pull and pull. He held a firm grasp and started to feel the thief tire. But a car was parked right in front of Alex! When he noticed he tried the only possible solution.

He leapt on the car's hood, ran over it, and leaped again, landing on the culprit and tackling him he pulled out the wallet from out of his hands. As the thief escaped, Alex caught a glimpse of a glare from the culprit's brown eyes. He also saw a scorpion tattoo on the thief's forearm.

"Alex!" Sabina called panting. "What the hell was that?"

"Pick-pocketer," Alex replied plainly.

Sabina rolled her eyes and said, "That was quite a scuffle you caused."

"No one got hurt, did they?" Alex retorted.

"Just be careful," Sabina warned.

She gulped up the last of her Gatorade and asked Alex to go to the gym at the local community center. He agreed and in five minutes they were at the gym playing basketball.

Alex shot a couple of mid-ranged shots and some free-throws, but Sabina was all over the court. She had lay-ups, three point shots, and even some from half-court. She was sweating all over her body when they finished.

"Since when did that happen?" Alex asked amazed.

"I just picked it up," Sabina replied.

They started down stairs talking about new and great things back at home. They updated on sports games.

"Chelsea won their first league championship," Alex announced.

"Awesome," Sabina said.

"Would you like to sample some Orange Freeze," an old lady called at Alex and Sabina when the exited the center.

Alex shook his head but Sabina took the plastic cup and almost drank it in one gulp. When she crushed the cup and threw it in the trash they started home to a delicious dinner.

Afterwards, Alex went into Sabina's room to talk with her. But saw her holding a framed picture of her mother with a tear rolling down her cheek.