The next morning Maggie woke up with the hangover from hell. It took her a while to remember what exactly had happened before, but when she finally did she felt even worse. She was surprised to not exactly regret what had happened with Razor. Well, she regretted it, it was hasty and irresponsible and now things would be shitty and awkward between them. However, she had actually really enjoyed it. Really enjoyed it. And it had felt so natural.

She tried to push the thoughts out of her mind as she got up and got ready. Her mom called when she was in the shower so when she got out she called her back and agreed to come to breakfast. She put on a light blue dress and kept her face bare of the harsh make up she was accustomed to for derby, sticking to simple tinted moisturizer and mascara. She grabbed her purse and was out the door. When she pulled up to her mom's a little red haired boy jumping at the door greeted her. Her heart nearly melted at the sight of him. She really loved the relationship she shared with her son. She laughed as she parked her car and hurried to the door to wrap him up in a hug.

"Did you have fun last night, Riles?" she asked as she swept him up and carried him inside. He nodded wildly.

"Yeah, I love grandma's house!"

"Good." She carried him into the kitchen where her mom stood cooking and she set Riley back on his feet. She went to get plates from the cabinet beside where her mom stood. "Was he alright, mom? Thanks again for watching him."

"Of course he was! He's always welcome here, and so are you." Maggie smiled gratefully and gave her mom a hug before setting the plates down on the counter and moving to the cups. She got everyone juice to drink and poured herself a cup of coffee, eager to start nursing her hangover. Soon breakfast was ready and they were at the table eating and talking and enjoying each other.

"You guys should come to dinner tonight. Your dad will be back from visiting Uncle Joe and I'm cooking a big meal. It'll be fun, he'd sure love to see you."

"That sounds great, mom, but I have derby practice and Riley has a birthday party to go to. We wouldn't be able to come until like, seven thirty or eight."

"That's perfectly fine! Just try not to get too banged up at practice, sweetie."

"Not making any promises," Maggie joked, but she really appreciated how supportive her mom was of her. They finished their meals and hung around while Maggie helped her mom clean up. Riley was watching cartoons when they joined him. They stayed like that for a while until Maggie dismissed them so she and her son could get ready for each of their obligations. They went home and each went to their rooms.

Riley reappeared in her room just after she had her Hurl Scout uniform on, tights and all, and she looked over to see he had changed his clothes.

"Did you put your dirty clothes in the hamper?" she asked, pointing at him, and he nodded enthusiastically. "That's my little man." He sat by her while she put on her war paint, playing with a small toy car. She finally finished getting herself ready and got up, Riley following her, and they were in the kitchen. She got him a juice box before they were out the door. They pulled up to Riley's friend's house early.

"Hi, Janet," Maggie said from the driver's seat as the other boy's mother came to greet her. Riley got out and immediately ran for the door after telling Maggie goodbye. "Thanks again for letting him stay a little late tonight. I'll try to get out a little early."

"No, don't worry about it! Thomas loves it when Riley comes over. Take as long as you need."

Maggie thanked her and pulled back out of the driveway. She got to practice nearly forty-five minutes later, late as usual. She knew Razor would go on and on about how no one respected him and she really felt bad about it. She ran inside and pulled her skates from her locker. She strapped them on quickly and skated out to the rink. Out of breath, she came to a stop where Razor and Ruthless sat against the railing.

"Sorry I'm late, I had to take Riley to a birthday party and-"

"Don't worry about it, Maggie. You're jammer next, show the newbies how it's done." When their eyes met, there was a fluttering feeling in her stomach. She quickly averted her eyes by skating past him and towards the ring.

"Sure thing," she half said half mumbled. She felt so fucking stupid for letting her feelings affect her like that. Razor had been very normal, but she just had to go and act all awkward. Her head was only halfway in it as she quickly skated past the other girls. Limbs were being flung at her from every direction and it was only a matter of time before-

BAM.

She wasn't skating anymore, she was flying out of control. Before she knew it her whole body hit the ground full force. The only thing she could register was immense pain before her vision went dark.

Razor rushed over before any of the girls in the ring could notice the impact of the hit. He held her head in one hand and used the other to nudge her as he called her name. One by one other girls huddled around. When she finally came to, her vision was blurry and her head was throbbing in pain.

There were about ten different Razors floating above her head, and she blinked her eyes very slowly until they all merged into one.

She tried to say his name but the word wouldn't come out.

He gave a feeble smile and brushed back her hair before suddenly looking up.

"What is wrong with you all, someone get her some goddamn ice!"

He helped her up, although she was entirely unstable. He basically carried her over to a bench and kept his arm securely around her to keep her from falling. She held an ice pack to her head and leaned against him.

"I really schooled those newbies, didn't I?" she said sarcastically. She was so damn frustrated with herself. How could she act like such an idiot? She groaned and leaned into him more as a particularly sharp pain surged through her. He only held her more securely.

"Yeah, what's up with that? Your head is always in the game." He fell silent and she didn't dare say anything. At the rate she was going it would only make things worse. He was the one to break the silence. "Anything you want to…" he cleared his throat before finishing, "…talk about?"

She hesitated as she looked around at the girls who had gotten back into the swing of things. She then looked at him and her stomach came back full force with the stupid fluttering shit. She surprised herself by nodding.

"Yeah, but not here. Will you be around after?" He gave a small smile and nodded. He made sure she could sit up on her own before returning to the team and finishing out practice. When the girls were all huddled together half listening to Razor's criticism and parting words, she suddenly remembered she was supposed to leave early to get Riley.

"Fuck!" She yelled. She jumped to her feet but stumbled immediately as her vision blurred. She stood still as it went back to normal, then returned to hurrying around to get her things together. She stumbled all the way out to her car before she heard Razor behind her.

"Where in the hell are you going? You can't drive, you can't even see straight!" She explained her situation and Razor was sure she stayed put while he disappeared. He reappeared with Bliss in tow.

"Bliss is going to get Riley and take him to your mom's. She'll explain. You need to rest." Again, as he had done the previous night, he wasn't asking. He was commanding. She surrendered and threw her keys to Bliss.

She murmured thanks to the girl before sulking over to Razor. "Well what am I supposed to do now?"

"You need rest," he repeated. "Want me to give you a lift home?" She grabbed his arm for support and looked up at him. All awkwardness washed away when their eyes were locked together. She didn't know what had come over her in regards to Razor in the past twenty-four hours, and she wasn't quite sure she liked it, but she did know the feeling didn't feel to be going away anytime soon. Her response to his question was simple.

"Your place is closer."