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"Look, like I said earlier, I'm done with hockey players. So no you cannot have my number, go find someone else's pants to get into." I said. Right after I was finished with my mini rant, I rolled up the window and sped off. ….
As soon as my tires touched the freeway, I picked up my phone and called Lizbid. “Hey Lizbid, you will never believe what just happened to me!” “What?” She asked exasperated. I continued, “Soooo my car broke down on the here,” She interrupted “What?!? Are you ok? More importantly is your car ok?” I continued, “Yes I’m fine, along with my car. But that’s not why I called.” “Then why did you call bitch, don’t you know I’m busy?” Lizbid responded sounding like a sass master. “Well when my car broke down, I just so happened to be in the parking lot of the Ranger’s practice arena, and you will never guess who I saw, and who helped me.” “Who!” she demanded. “Guess.” I said smirking. “Ummmmm, a Bruins’ player?” Lizbid said. “Nope, it was three Chicago Blackhawk’s players. Including yours truly, little Johnny boy from college.” “What!! No way! Isn’t he the dude you bought the sweatshirt for?” She yelled through the phone “Yep, that’s the one. Oh and Kane and Sharp were there too. All though Sharp was the only helpful one.” “Was Kane being his usual self?” Lizbid asked.
“Yepo, Mr. Kane and Mr. Toews were extremely flirtatious and annoying, oh and Toews asked for my number and I said no and drove away.” I stated as if it was nothing. “You did what!?” Lizbid screamed at my. “You’re telling me that THE Jonathan Toews, captain of the Blackhawks, asked for your number and you said no?!”. Oh she was mad now. “Yeahhh, that’s kinda exactly what I did.” I said. I was starting to get scared now, she sounded seriously mad about how I handled what she would call an ‘opportunity’. Lizbid continued “Kaela, you are an idiot.” “I know, but he was cocky and with my newfound hatred of hockey, I didn’t want to give him the time of day.” I said. By now, the traffic was starting to pick up. “Hey Lizbid, I got to go. There is starting to be a lot of traffic. I’ll see you when I get to Pittsburgh!” I said. “Okay, try not to let any more hockey players fix your car! Bye!” Lizbid said then hung up before I could comment on her statement. Bitch, I thought to myself as I saw the road ahead of me fill up with more cars.


Lizbid’s POV

I woke up again at a more decent time, noon. I stretched every part of my body, sighing when I was finished. I laid on the bed for a little bit, eventually rolling off and standing up. I made my way over to my closet, stretching again. I threw on some clothes and made my way to the kitchen.
I was probably going to have to go grocery shopping before Kaela got here. I ate a ton of food, and she was close behind in that department. Opening the fridge, I confirmed my suspicions and groaned.

Now I have to go out in society….ugh.

I looked down at my leggings and t-shirt. I shrugged. Snatching a jacket and my clutch, I searched around my house for my shoes. I was super excited for Kaela to be here, it was going to be so fun. Grabbing the keys to my car, I locked the door and headed out. My car was waiting for me.

My dad got this car when I was three years old. It was in crappy condition, putting it lightly. I loved it, and he worked on it all through my life. I “helped” when I wasn’t in school. When I got into high school and could actually understand how to fix it, I helped out more. Somewhere along the way my brother decided it need to sound as good as it looked. He put a killer sound system in it, about the same time my dad dropped a new engine in it. While I didn’t know the exact specs at the time, I knew it was pretty much a sports car engine. Kaela’s dad bought her a Z for her sixteenth birthday, and we would race our cars around the back roads all the time. She taught me how to “challenge” other sports cars on the road, and basically how to look awesome in it.

Around the end of senior year it was finally mechanically and cosmetically perfect. My dad put a new paint job, wax, and white wall tires on it. I remember we stood outside looking at it one day and I asked him if he was going to sell it. He just looked at me, threw me the keys, and walked away. I was thrilled. We had been working on this car my whole life, and now it was mine.

Of course, in the financial situation I was in now it would make sense to sell it, it was in mint condition and would go for a lot. But, like I said, I worked on that car pretty much my entire life. I wasn’t in a rush to sell it.

Plus, I looked like a total badass in it.

Climbing in, I started it up and smiled. That sound. Gets me every time.

As soon as I got on the road, I got looks from everyone. A few guys were in a suped-up Camaro next to me at a red light, windows rolled, down, blasting some rap shit. I grinned, and cranked my own system with Steve Aoki Boneless. If they didn’t notice me before, they sure as hell noticed me now. They smirked at me, revving their engine. All my years of Kaela training me in her 360Z led up to this. Without glancing their way, I slipped on my Ray-Bans and revved my own. Yea. Mine sounded better.

Green light.

I threw the boys the deuces and sped off. I don’t think they were prepared for a car as old as this to have that kind of engine power. I laughed at the thought. No one was.


I got to the grocery store and parked out in the last row. A hundred feet outweighed a dent in this bad boy. I walked that hundred feet to the entrance. Grabbing a cart, I started food shopping.

T.v. dinners, EasyMac, soup, and power bars were the first thing to occupy my cart. I started on the lists of recipes I brought as well. They were super easy to make; Kaela or I could make them in no time. I started with the spaghetti.

I was all the way down to the spices on the list when I noticed a few guys around my age in the same aisle. I saw them talking quietly, and push each other in my direction. I shook my head and continued shopping. As I got closer to them, the talking quieted.

With a final shove from the group, one stepped forward.

“Hey,” he started, “what’s your cup size?”

His friends giggled like school girls behind him. He wore a cocky grin on his face. I stopped. Fixing him with an icy stare, I answered.

“Stanley.”

Without a second glance, I strutted off. I could hear their laughs behind me.

Throughout the shopping ‘adventure’, the group always happened to be on the same aisle that I was on. They even checked out right behind me. And followed me to my car. Greeeat.

“No shit that’s your car.” One of them said. I just smirked and opened the truck.

“Old cars suck, the engines are crap.” Another one spoke up. I shot him a look.

“You know, the original engines are glued to the car. You can replace them bud.” I said sarcastically. “Watch and learn.”

I hopped in and started him up. Starting it alone, the sound was pretty impressive, but with a smirk and a glance back at the boys, I revved it. They were all speechless.

“Yea so, unless you have any questions about the color of my underwear, I gotta go.” I said. Still nothing from the perverted peanut gallery. I shut my door and ripped it out of my parking spot. They continued to stand there. Good. Let them stand. I thought.


Once I got home, I unloaded everything, kicked my shoes off, and flopped down on the couch. I glanced up at my small loft library. It would be filled with Kaela’s books soon.

Hurry up hoe! I thought. I honestly couldn’t wait for her to get here. I loved her like a sister, and a ton of people mistook us for sisters a lot. We acted the same, talked the same, thought the same, liked the same things. At the same time, we were so different. With Kaela and I, it was New vs Old, Calm vs Crazy, Books vs Video games. Speaking of which, I should probably organize my games. In fact, I should clean the whole apartment.

I rolled off the couch, starting with my many consols. I bought them from home; Nintendo 64, Playstation 2, Xbox 360, and a Wii. Many games to go along with them. And many controller. I wrapped up the cords, put the disks away, and organized the clunky consols. With that done, I moved on to the kitchen. Cleaning dishes, fun.

I spent about an hour cleaning my apartment. It looked pretty good. With that done, I plopped back down on the couch to play some Red Dead Redemption. While most girls would be out clubbing and getting laid, I was too busy shooting rustlers, killing Colossus, kicking ass with Zero Suit Samus, or using banana peels on oversized monkeys. Although it wasn’t a Friday night, my consoles would keep me entertained until Kaela showed up.

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I hit ‘End’ on my phone and sighed heavily. Oh, Kaela. What an idiot. Sure, she just had a bad break up with Boston’s prince, but really? Captain Serious and the Mullet of Doom asked for your number, and you sassed them and drove off. Even if you aren’t gonna take any more hockey players, what about me? Help a sister out!

I threw my phone on the couch, a second later, I heard a knock on the door. Ranger, my dog, ran to the door and sniffed it. I had been training her not to bark unless it was late at night. It was super easy to train her, and she knew so many commands already. Heaving myself off the couch, I opened the door.

Notes

Taaaaddaaaaaaaa!
Boom! a chapter!

From Lizbid - if any of you can guess what games and gaming consoles those hints go to I will love you

Back to Kaela- So the next chapter might be the one that introduces the leading male character in the story, if ya know what I mean. *wink wink*

Oh, Crosby.

Thanks for reading!
- Kaela