Wrecked by Priscilla West

mixing up
the two sports, but after the time we spent in Neverland teasing one another
and joking around, I knew Hunter wasn’t making fun of me mean-spiritedly.
    He wiped a
tear of laughter from his eye. “You’re so adorable, Lorrie. But ya know, I’m
surprised to hear you’re a hockey virgin. You’ve just made tonight’s game all
the better. I’m looking forward to breaking you in.”
    I
chuckled, amused by the flirtatious suggestion. Knowing Hunter’s reputation, my
guard was already up, allowing me to let the suggestion easily roll off my
shoulders. “Yeah, yeah, alright Hunter,” I said sarcastically. “Unfortunately,
I’m not much of a sports girl, so I’m not sure how much ‘breaking in’ is going
to happen.”
    “We’ll see
about that.” He grinned wickedly making my belly flutter in the way that it
often did when I was around him. “But you’re really not a sports girl? Given
your throwing arm, I thought you would’ve been.”
    “Well, my
dad and I would toss a baseball around when I was kid. I wasn’t really good or
anything, especially with accuracy—as you might have noticed. But I could throw
it hard.” I blew hot air on my knuckle and polished it on my sweatshirt. “Broke
a few windows in my time.”
    I smiled
and he chuckled. “And an amusement park booth. I’m impressed—you’re quite
destructive. Yet you’ve never seen hockey on TV?”
    “I guess
I’m more of a doer than a watcher. I think it’s more fun that way, but I have
watched a few basketball games, so it’s not like I’m against watching sports. I
mean, I’m certainly excited about seeing this hockey game.”
    He
grinned. “I get it, you’re more hands-on. I dig that. So you’re not afraid of
chipping a nail?”
    I looked
at my nails with amusement. “I guess I’ve always just kept them short . . .
Never really thought about growing them out, figured it’d be annoying.”
    He
chuckled. “Well I haven’t grown mine out either. Glad to see we’re on the same
page. Anyway, you’re in for a treat. I’ll teach you the rules and you’ll be a
fan by the end of the game. C’mon let’s get our seats.”
     
    Hunter insisted on getting
nachos first, and by the time we got our food there were only fifteen minutes
to go before game time according to the giant scoreboard on the wall. He
explained the basic rules of the game as we made our way down the steps to our
seats: there were three periods of twenty minutes apiece, and the players were
trying to score goals by shooting the puck past the goalie into the net. The
second part I already knew, which made me feel good. How complicated could
hockey really be?
    We were
almost to our seats when we were approached by two short brunettes with red
ribbons in their ponytails and the letters “AH” painted on each cheek. They
were wearing matching white and red school t-shirts advertising the hockey
season. “Hi Hunter! We’re so happy to run into you!” one of them squeaked. The
other one beamed at him.
    “Hi
Catelyn,” Hunter said coolly.
    Her skin
was tanned golden despite the winter season, and her teeth were unnaturally
white. “What are you doing after the game?” she asked, tossing her head to one
side.
    He
shrugged. “Not sure, this and that. By the way, this is my friend Lorrie.”
    “Hi,” I
said semi-awkwardly, putting my hand up to give a small wave.
    Catelyn
glanced at me briefly before turning back to Hunter. Catelyn’s friend didn’t
even acknowledge me, instead she preferred keeping her attention on Hunter
while flitting her hair. “Well, let us know when you’re done . . . you know—”
Catelyn looked at her friend who silently nodded back to her then Catelyn
turned back to Hunter. “We can both come with you, wherever you’re going. Maybe
your place or our place. We’ll come with you, anywhere you like.” The
way she looked and smiled at him was more than suggestive.
    I blushed
as I rolled my eyes and looked at Hunter to gauge his