Strolson Twins

Chapter VII (Annoying Reporters)

Asher's POV

After I left the hospital, I called Mable, and asked her to come and get me.

"Hello?" she answered.

"Hey, Mable," I greeted. "Could you come out to the hospital?"

Silence.

"Okay, Tall."

"Okay," I replied.

She hung up, and I stood outside, still in my gear, my helmet under my arm. I eventually saw her green car drive up, and she parked. Mable quickly strode to me, looking worried.

"Mable is wondering if something is wrong with Small," she spoke.

I said nothing, but took her wrist and led her to the desk.

"Alex Strolson?" I asked the woman.

She typed furiously on the keyboard, then looked up. "He's in X-Ray at the moment, but you can wait in the waiting room if you like."

I nodded, and took Mable to the waiting room. Sitting her down, I said, "I'm gonna go find my board."

She nodded, and I left, with her keys.

-•-

Driving to the resort, I thought about my board. Could it be fixed? If so, will it be good enough to ride on?

Getting out, I noticed there were a lot more vehicles around the entrance. Walking up, I saw many cameras and microphones. Apparently there aren't a lot of accidents here along the lines of skiing and snowboarding. Suddenly, a makeup-caked woman held a mic in my face, asking for my relation to Alex.

Glaring down at her, I said nothing. She asked again, her fake smile frowning at the corners, but it still stayed. I said nothing.

Silence. The others were watching, some snapping photos, others watching with cameras.

"What's your name?" she asked.

I waited, and she finally frowned. Then, I smiled.

"Asher," I half said, half laughed out.

Her frown deepened, and I was still laughing as I walked away, stumbling. Holding my stomach, I ran into a doorway, and stumbled even more.

Then, I froze. I realized that she now hated me. My feet froze, and my mood sunk.

Why not hate them back?

I will, I decided.

Turning, I walked to the lady and put my best smile. She turned, and held the mic to my face, probably expecting something good. As she waved the camera to her and I, my smile disappeared.

"I'm Asher Strolson" I stated, and took the mic and threw it into the parking lot. A very distant car alarm sounded. "That a good story for ya, eh?!"

Her eyes had followed my amazing throw, and then swung around to face me, her mouth open. After a second, her gaze turned from shock to rage, just like my teacher.

"Ugh!!" she shouted, her makeup crinkling on her features. Apparently her one-shade-to-dark foundation wasn't made for her face to show this emotion. Hmm.

I smiled a devil smile this time, and winked at her. I'm just that awesome. The woman's expression softened. She looked like a girl, still with an inch of solid makeup. I rolled my eyes at her, and turned before she could see it.

Suddenly, I thought came as I saw a muscle car that I will name later... by the curb across the street. My route changed, and I walked towards it.

You'll never guess who the car belonged to...