Because of Him

“Hello Mr Jonhson.” I hear a familiar voice at my door. I was running down the stairs as fast as I could. I was wearing a simple black dress and Tori Birch flats. My hair was in a fishtail braid and as usual, there was no makeup.
“Bye daddy.” I say kissing his cheek as I rush past him.
“Evelyn! Where are you going?” He calls after me.
“Im just going out.” I smile, getting into Veronique’s red convertible Chevrolet.
“So where are we going?” I ask excitedly.
“I have no idea.” She says looking at me, pulling her sunglasses down over her face and pulling out of the driveway and onto the road.
“We can just drive.” She says grabbing my fishtail braid and yanking my hair out.
“First step in living your own life, is to break the rules a little. Let loose!” She says, racing down the road and pulling unto the freeway.
We drive with the music loud, laughing and giggling.
“Now the bridge.” She says. “You stand up and look directly upwards.”
I look at her like she is completely crazy. “That’s insanity Veronique!” I exclaim.
“Just do it! Trust me Evelyn.” She says sternly. The bridge is fast approaching and I start to rise up from my seat. I look down at Vero.
“Its okay! You can do it!” She smiles, reassuringly grabbing my thigh.
The start of the bridge is in my view and I stand up. I stand up and my hands shoot to the air. I throw my head back breathing loudly.
“Woooohooooo!” I scream.
“That’s it!” I hear Veronique yell.
The view is incredible. I can see tiny pieces of sky through the top of the bridge. My head turns to one side and I can see the water rushing past me. The entire city is full of bridges, but it would be impossible for me to forget this one.
The end of the bridge is an open mouth to the big city and as we entire it I’m lost in the endless amounts of buildings.
“That was incredible.” I say out of breath.
“Really? Maybe one day ill try it.” She laughs hysterically.
“You’ve never done it before?!” I ask shocked.
“Never once.” She laughs more.
“And you just let me do that?!” I say again.
“Well, it taught you two things today. To let loose, be free and to trust me. You passed both tests today.”
“Well,” I huff looking away. “Im glad I passed.”
“Yeah me too, now we can officially be best friends.” She shrugs.
“Really?!” I say turning to her, getting rather excited.
“Yes Miss Johnson. Don’t get too excited.” She giggles.
“Ive never had a best friend before.” I sigh.
“Never?” She asks and I nod. “Well, that’s horrible. Im glad I can be your first.” She smiles.
“Speaking of first.” She gives a devilish smirk. “You don’t seem like the girl to ever, you know-“
“Have sex?” I finish.
“Yeah, that. Have you?” She asks looking to me.
“Nop.” I shrug.
Veronique almost chokes.
“You are how old?”
“22.”
“And you have never had sex?!” She exclaims.
“Keep your voice down.” I proclaim.
“You really are a good girl.” She grins.
“Im not that good.” I insist.
“If you have never had sex, then you really are wrapped around your mommy and daddys finger.” She laughs.
“Ive just never found a guy.” I shrug. “Its not that big of deal.”
“Well, I think it is.”
“Just drive.” I laugh, turning the music slightly down as we head into the tighter streets of the city, until we finally reach the giant arena.
I look at Veronique. My head was tilted and arms crossed with a not happy expression.
“What? I wanted to see my boy friend. You can’t deny you haven’t been thinking of him.” She says rolling her eyes, cracking a smile.
“His not interested in my Veronique!” I sigh.
“That doesn’t mean you can’t make him interested in you.” She winks. “Show him what his missing out on.
I sigh and get out of the car once Veronique parks it in her special valid parking spot. Veronique is wearing a big grin as she links her arm with mine. We walk into the elevator, which leads us into the halls. The boys are just finished practice and have just gotten changed. I stand at the door awkwardly before Veronique nudges me, whispering in my ear.
“Go get em tiger.”
I gulp before walking further into the room and sitting down next to James in his stall. I get a big rush of smelly hockey gear right through my body. The expression on my face is very disgusted as I say to James, “Your gear smells great.” Before forcing a smile.
He tries to hold back a laugh and smiles replying, “Yeah, its kind of bad.”
“Kind of bad is an understatement.”

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