Shooting Stars
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Chapter 3: Just Rewards for a Prude Princess
Camilla skated aimlessly across the ice, letting the cool air envelope her body. She was glad that she brought over her skates. She had been debating on it, since she didn't think they'd have a hockey team, and she wasn't looking forward to joining anyway. Discovering that she was the only girl packed with a dozen guys, she knew that there was going to be some hardcore tackling. She didn't mind. Hockey and skating took a lot off her mind. In fact, whenever she fought with anyone, she'd go to the rink or the frozen lake.
"Let's see what you're made outta kid." Bobby smirked wearing his Red Wings Jersey. He eyed her Maple Leafs jersey and shook his head, "Don't be wearing that shit 'round here. You're in Detroit now, kid. You gunna get shot."
Camilla looked at him disturbed, "I think I'll take my chances."
"Suit yourself, princess…… warning you now though, you might break a nail or two," Bobby smirked, although he still knew about her previous experience with the sport.
Jerry shook his head, "Bobby, stop harassing the girl, and let's play this shit."
Angel laughed, "Yeah, just cuz you ain't gettin' any doesn't mean you have to go molestin' today's youth."
"This coming from a guy whose girl has some small ass dick copping up her pussy right now? Bitch please." Bobby smirked, earning a laugh from Jack and Jerry.
Angel rolled his eyes, "Let's play this fucking shit."
The puck was released, and they all squared off. Cam was placed with the other team; while the Mercer's plus one who was the goalie, became there own team. Cam skated, seldom getting passed the puck. Men could be so juvenile. 'Screw it,' she thought to herself, and she stole the puck off her team mate.
"Hey, bitch, where you playin at?" The guy asked the obvious.
"Little Miss Rich Bitch Diana always gotta get her way, eh?" Tom, astudent from Cass Tech, stopped skating looking at her. They had heard about her from the Mercer's, and with her 'famous' last name, they knew about her riches and luxuries.
She ignored the comments, swerving left around her team's goal post. Going around the corner, she body-checked Jerry, who was in her way. On her own breakaway, she shot the puck, and to her satisfaction, she scored.
Tom grinned, "Yo, Angel, your girl got some balls."
Jerry skated forward to, "Got some really hard ass balls." He patted his shoulder where she checked him.
"C'mon Jerry, stop being a fairy. That's Jackie's job." Bobby grinned, while Jack skated and tackled Damien, who was getting slaughtered like crazy.
"Yeah, Jackie." Bobby screamed, "Finally! Gotta make a man outta you."
At that, Cam tripped Bobby with her stickfor 'being annoying' and skated off to the net to be goalie. He glared at her, giving the finger. She skated and shrugged it off, acting like it was an accident. Once she got to the goal post, she stopped herself, frowning a bit. At the outer rim of the ice, she could see some girls pointing at her and whispering. Yes, making friends was definitely going to be a hard task in this neighborhood.
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Arriving at home, Cam headed for a glass of water and rested on the couch tired.
"Princess need her beauty sleep?" Bobby asked, plopping himself on a chair. Jerry had already left to go to his family, Angel claimed to be 'getting some fresh air'again and there was faint music of a guitar which probably led to Jack's room.
She turned herself over to get a good look at the guy, "I'm not a princess." She then looked away from him and tuned him out as he spoke.
"Oh really?" He smirked, "Butlers, maids, servants, jewelry, cash, clothes- I don't really need to go further on your ass now, do I?"
"Princesses don't play hockey," She gulped the last of her water and made her way to the stairs, "and if they did, they wouldn't play with scum like you guys."
"You do have some hard ass balls." Bobby called out.
She ignored that.
"Better start saying your prayers, have some fucking manners, and show respect, or reality's gonna smack her right in the face Princess Bitch."
She ignored that too.
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Two Days Later
The alarm clock took its toll on Cam's brain as it rang and rang until it just wouldn't stop. She screamed as the sound started to pierce loudly into her ears. She didn't remember having an alarm clock in her room, and she didn't remember it having placed beside her ear. She fell off her bed and smashed the alarm clock. The repercussions of the alarm still started showing signs though because the ringing in her ears continued.
Shaking her head lightly, she gathered her things and walked to the washroom. Today, she'd shower. She had wanted to yesterday, what with being smelly and all, but Bobby was being a jackass. She was about to walk to the washroom yesterday, when it was slammed into her face, and then she could feel fresh steam seeping from under the door. Bobby could be such a bitch. Correction: Bobby was a bitch. Bobby was 'the' bitch.
She guessed her brothers had already called then and had given a talk to Bobby without her knowledge. Her brothers were always telling people what a little 'hard ass' she was. She wasn't really. But if you really wanted her to do something, all you had to do was act rough towards her. After all, that's what her brother's did, and it worked. It was Day 3, and she had experienced burnt clothes from their ironing, malicious princess comments, and the old alarm clock trick, which she had just experienced.
At first, she thought she had it in her to ignore it all and not fall for their ridiculously annoying antics, but it was getting to the point where she just couldn't take it. Sometimes she'd wonder why they were even doing this. It was a dumb question. They wanted her to start opening her shell, be polite, show manners and respect, and….. try and be apart of the family. If not family; be a friend. After all, she'd be living there for quite some time.
The door was open to the washroom, and she sighed with relief. Walking slowly to the room, again the door was slammed into her face and the steam advanced. She knocked on the door. The smooth, indie bands playing from the radio made her realize who it was. It was Jack.
The door opened, Jack's soaking head appearing. "Yeah, what's up?"
She sighed, shaking her head and walking back to Bobby's room. "Fucking bitch." She whispered to herself. Jack laughed, catching her two cents.
After twenty five minutes, the shower was off, and she could hear Jack's faint steps walking back to his room. She walked over to the door, and was happy to find no one was there. She stripped off her clothing, and walked to the shower. Turning it on, she felt the fairly warm water cascade down her back. Suddenly, freezing cold water started to crush onto her skin. She yelped, slipping on the soap Jack so 'accidentally' put at the floor of the shower. Oh, they were good. They were good.
Jerry shook his head, hearing the shrieks of the alarm clock, the slamming of the door, the yelping of Camilla in the shower, and a big bam signaling that she had fell. When Bobby and Angel heard this, they started laughing hysterically giving each other props. It seems as though Jack, Angel, and Bobby had used up all the hot water.
Jerry, on the other hand, was unimpressed, "You guys are being Grade A jackasses, you know that right?"
Jack arrived downstairs chuckling to himself, and Bobby patted him on the back. "Good job, Jackie. You can go steal her underwearwe all know you love that stuff."
Jack scowled, while Angel proceeded to laugh harder.
"Next thing you know, she calls child services and…..." Jerry droned on, shaking his head.
"Oh, shut up Jerry, she gotta learn how to live in this neighborhood and in this house. She needs to show some respect." Bobby hollered. "Don't tell me you're not getting annoyed of her AsianEspanola ass always hanging out of my room. With her fucking rich ass attitude, she's almost as bad as Sofi." He whispered the last part, but Angel smacked him on the head.
"Drew called here yesterday, told us that she a big bitch when it comes to hygiene and food. I think today's the last day you see her looking all angst and shit like she the only one that gots it bad," Angel laughed.
"For Christ sakes, she's just a kid. Her parents just died." Jerry reminded them. "She don't even look like she knows what to do in this crack joint anyway."
Jack agreed, "I'm not continuing if she's gonna be a hard ass still."
"Oh, suck it up, honey………Okay, fine, you can do the small time shit and steal her make up and nail polish. Personally, I think red still looks good on you, sweetheart." Bobby smirked, earning a few laughs from Angel, and even Jerry.
At that moment, Cam entered the room hair drenched, Bobby's white hooded sweater, and a pair of plaid boxer shorts. She had just discovered that her pants and t-shirts were gone, and the laundry was running. Apparently, they took the liberty of washing her clothes for her. Thankfully, they laid off the undergarments. She shivered feeling the cold air from the open drafts and kitchen door. It was winter, and they were leaving those open?
'Another set up,' she thought to herself. She was going to dry her hair in washroom before , but Jack left 'lots of water and gel' near the cords and outlet. She didn't plan on getting electrocuted.
She closed all the drafts and the kitchen door, walked over to the table to eat, but Angel ate the last pancake. No bacon. No eggs. Nothing was left. The Mercer's started to crack up. Jerry had to admit; it was a little funny seeing Camilla grasp onto false hope.
She poured herself some orange juice, and took a swig, only to end up coughing from the sudden strong taste. She could taste pure Vodka and tequila mixed together badly. She started to curse herself mentally for not smelling the poison before the intake.
Again, the Mercer's started cracking up, trying to stifle their laughter. Jerry shook his head, but you could tell he was grinning. Those big white teeth gave it all away.
Despite their taunting, she took a seat anyway hugging herself to maintain any warmth. She yawned. "Where are you guys going today?"
"Getting our mom's will." Jack replied drinking some orange juice.
Cam nodded her head.
Angel decided to change the subject, "How's your school?"
"Pretty good," she lied. Everyone thought she was a prissy 'princess' and other's only hung out or partnered with her because she lived with the Mercers, or because they wanted to try her clothes. However, she never really brought over any of that expensive-looking clothing. She didn't like it much anyway. She laughed, "Actually, they don't like me much."
The Mercer's laughed, knowing why, but decided against any flippant replies. Bobby smirked. Maybe she would open up. "And why's that?"
She stood up, and finished Jack's orange juice about to leave the room. She decided to wave the white flag and surrender. She rolled her eyes and gave her exasperated response, "Because I'm a princess."
Bobby laughed, and jabbed fists with Angel. Jerry nodded his head becoming impressed, starting to get ideas for his kids…….. Things might just work out.
"Don't worry Jackie. You can still steal her nail polish."