Skylar.
From: [email protected]
Subject: Therapy.
I have no idea why or what force of habit this is, but I arrived for my doctor's appointment thirty minutes before time and spent it chatting with nurse Maria.
She is an old woman of almost sixty and spends her free time volunteering at the hospital and she is my best friend.
By the time I walked into Dr. Harper's office, I had already told her all the recent juice in my life. And she agrees with me, people can be the worst.
"Skylar? I didn't think I would ever see you," Dr Harper says as soon as I enter.
"Neither did I," I answered as I walked to his examination table for him to start.
"How is everything going at home?"
"Not that different from before, but I did manage to speak to Martin for a few minutes,"
He nods his head and works in silence the rest of the examination.
"I will send the results to your parents," he says, not facing me and heading for his desk.
"I already know, remember?" I follow behind him, sitting on his desk and grabbing some candy he has on his table.
"Oh right, then you are in tip top shape," he gives me a slight smile.
Before I used to sit here watching him walk since I had nowhere to be as I nagged him to tell me what I was sick with.
Most of the time we ended up talking about hockey saying how it was in my DNA. I never understood him since none of my step family ever played it.
"So, who did you always send the results to?" I ask to keep myself from burning my motor brain while thinking and overthinking.
"Your father. But only because that witch kept pushing him,"
"Why would he even agree when there was nothing wrong with me?".
"When you were a child you kept falling ill and your mother had a terminal disease so we kept you under observation to make sure you didn't have it, and the witch used it to her advantage," he explains.
"I didn't know Lucy was terminally ill!"
"Lucy is not your mother. Your mother is dead,"
~~~~~~
The week went by so fast and it was already Friday and we were packed in the local town arena waiting for the game to begin.
I always knew we were a hockey town but this place is overflowing with people, mostly young girls looking to snatch themselves a player and men who seem to live for hockey.
The group managed to get seats on the same aisle and since it was Halloween we were dressed in our stumes ready for the party Erik's later tonight.
"I can't believe all the puck bunnies here tonight," Liz whispers.
"Really? Aren't they always at every game?"
"I guess and if Justin continues looking that hot I might just be one," Liz says fanning herself.
"Justin?"
"The hornets defense," she says, pointing him out on the ice.
"He looks good," my words get swallowed up by the sudden cheering as the bulls step on the ice.
The team captain leads them on the ice the rest following with Caleb coming in last.
I haven't seen him since our date but he has made sure to send me gifts and breakfast almost every day he was away.
He strides confidently onto the ice, his tall, athletic frame encased in sleek, high-end hockey armor. His broad shoulders are accentuated by the polished black and silver pads, and his jersey hugs his build just right. His helmet, slightly tilted back, reveals a chiseled jawline, a hint of stubble, like he hasn't shaved since I saw him last.
The first period starts and ends in a blur with none of the team managing to score a goal.
"C'mon let's hit the loo before the next period starts," Liz starts pulling me out of my seat.
"Can't you hold it in for the next forty minutes!" I whisper yelled.
"I wish but these kidneys will one day make me rich," she laughs at her joke as we reach the washrooms.
I can't help the groan that escapes my mouth at the long line of girls waiting to use the washrooms or the many in front of the mirror trying to get a glimpse of themselves.
"Don't be so down. This is the room to make friends and get juice on anything," she winks at the group at the corner retouching their makeup talking about the new center for the Bulls.
Something bubbles up in my stomach, it's sudden and strong making me wanna make my territory.
He is not yours! I remind myself as I ease the feelings of jealousy.
Caleb is a beautiful man and he will be admired by many women and some will even throw themselves at him. And if I want us to work I must be willing to deal with this type of stuff especially if he is drafted by a major team. The media coverage on him will increase tenfold.
A smile graces my lips at the idea of Caleb and I together.
"Don't tell me you are having hots for that girl," Liz whispers in my ear.
"F*ck off," I push her away as she laughs like a maniac.
The bell rings signalling the start of the second period and the line to the bathroom isn't getting any shorter.
I grab my phone to keep myself busy while Liz makes small talk with the people in front.
What's going on with Amelia? A text comes through from Mark.
In what way? I text back.
She is super happy and barely paying attention.
Sounds like the Amelia I met.
And she just talked to Luca!! I can just Imagine how Mark's face contoured in concentration trying to understand her angle.
She must be drunk or something.
Or maybe they are back together?
Can't be! Not after last time, she is not that stupid. I text back my refusal.
Plus I saw her with the male football captain a few times together. I add.
Amelia has been acting weird all week. Having secretive calls, coming back late at night and barely keeping up with her students council schedules.
"C'mon," Liz is back to pulling me along.
"Elizabeth, if it's my hand you want to break just say," I bite out pulling my hand out of her firm grasp.
"Hell no. Not with a string of games next week," she doesn't look back as she leads me out of the arena.
"Where are we going now?"
"That line isn't moving and no way am going to pee on my dexter Morgan outfit,"
"Ooh so that's who you are wearing," I chuckle lightly as she sends me death glares.
"Couldn't you use the male bathroom?" I ask as she stares down the hallway.
"Hell no. He is busy. Be quiet," she says tip toeing.
Following her I see that she is aiming for the locker rooms and a guard stands next to the door despite being occupied by a girl.
Trying to whisper to Liz to stop, she ignores me and enters the locker room. I quickly followed behind her afraid of being caught and getting accused of being a thief.
"So not using the male washrooms is a big no but using the male locker room is okay?" I can't help but sound skeptical.
"Oh shut up, you would do the same thing" Liz finishes relieving herself,and I just have to go since I have seen a toilet.
"Let's get out of here before anyone notices,"
"Not so fast. This is the hornets locker room, help me find Justin's locker,"
"What? Why?"
"Because," She looks at me like I have a loose screw as she starts looking through the lockers.
"Liz, this is borderline creepy," I harshly whispered but helped her nonetheless.
The quicker she is done the quicker we will be out of here.
"Found it," she shouts and I move quickly behind her to look into the duffle bag.
"What the hell?" We are so busy looking into the bag that we don't notice a fuming Justin standing in the locker room.
"Uh..l..,"
"We..uh…,"
We both stutter trying to find words.
"You're so hot," Liz seems to find her words real fast.
I watch as the frown on Justin's face turns upside down and skates closer to us,"you don't look too bad yourself, stalker," he takes the duffle bag away from her.
That seems to throw Liz out of sorts and just stares at him like a piece of candy.
I hear the clomaring of the other players drawing closer, the game must have ended. I take Liz's hand and pull her along as I push through the sweaty giants trying to enter the locker room.
"Where did you guys go? You missed the bulls' win thanks to Caleb," Mark immediately asks as soon as we found them.
"Around," I choked out, Liz still starstruck.