Forever (Original)

Forever [12: Remote Wrestling]

Forever: Remote Wrestling

“Ow, ow, ow, ow!” Maria yelled as she was shoved to the gym floor. Her knees hit the waxed floor and she scrunched her face up as the pain stung both of her legs. She got to her feet and picked up her plastic blue hockey stick. Smirking, she stuck out the stick just in time for Kirsten to catch her foot on it as she tried to make it past with the puck.

The puck went straight for Cadan and he hit it to another one of his and Maria’s teammates.

“Dangit, Maria!” Kirsten screeched. She sat up and swung her hockey stick, hitting the back of Maria’s legs with a loud “thwack!”

“Hey!” Maria exclaimed, her knees buckling, but she steadied herself with her hockey stick. “Don’t get pissed at me because you can’t watch your feet. And karma’s a pain, so don’t push me next time.”

“Then you shouldn’t have been in my way!” she said with a glare as she got to her feet.

“Yeah, that was so the problem,” Maria muttered. She rolled here eyes and turned back to the game that played before her eyes.

The rest of the game was pretty much a rival game between the two of them. When Kirsten would get the puck from Maria, she made it a point to knock Maria over. Maria didn’t complain, she just mellowed down and kept her mouth shut. Despite that Kirsten’s team was ahead, she knew her team would win. The last half of the game, her team scored many more points, catching up to Kirsten and shooting ahead.

When the coach blew the whistle and declared Maria’s team the winners, Kirsten glowered at them. Maria just smirked as the other team was told to run ten laps around the gym.

“I definitely approve,” Cadan said as they parted and went to their separate locker rooms.

In the locker room, Maria changed from the baggy gray shirt and maroon basketball shorts to a pair of ripped and faded boot cut jeans and a pale green v-neck. As she zipped up her purple hoodie, she sang whatever words she could think of along to a random tune.

“I have a monkey – an chimpanzee – in my pocket!” she sang, earning giggles from several junior girls and a stare from a freshman.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Maria said to the freshman girl. “I’m a year older you, you’re supposed to respect me.” She turned to the juniors. “Isn’t she?”

A bulky one with dark hair burst into laughter and Maria watched her with wide eyes.

“What’s funny?” she asked.

“You are, sweetheart.” Maria recognized the tall senior girl from band. “You’re amusing and then you’re really small.”

Maria gaped at her, offense written clearly upon her face.

“I’m not small!” she exclaimed, stomping her foot against the ground.

“Hate to break it to you,” the girl (Was her name Alyssa? Alicia? Maria thought) said. “But you’re a sophomore, and Anna is five inches taller than you, give or take.”

Maria scowled and looked at the freshman girl. She was about five inches taller.

“Well it’s certainly not my fault!” she said. “I drank my milk. Well, chocolate milk. Normal milk is gross. But that’s not the point!” She thought for a moment. “What was the point? Oh, just forget it!” Grabbing her backpack, she turned and stormed out of the locker room.

Cadan watched as Maria approached, seeing her sulking. He had only seen this mood of hers only when—

“Someone called you short?” he asked with a grin.