The Quarterback's Girl

Want a ride?

The day of my ice skating tournament I was at home running late. Apparently my parents got an emergency call from the animal shelter and had to leave me high and dry. Which meant that I didn't have anyone to drive me to the tournament 30 minutes away. I was frantically calling anyone the could pick me up. I called Rhyan, but apparently she was grounded from her car and phone. I called Sam, but he was at a football game. I even called Kendra, an old friend of mine, but she was on vacation in the mountains. I was completely out of ideas. I wasn't going to be able to make it to my ice skating tournament. I slouched down on the couch and basically gave up.

An idea popped into my head and my stomach churned at the thought, but I couldn't let my coach down. I picked up the home phone and began dialing Locke's phone number.

"Hello?" A familiar crooning voice echoed out of the phone.

"Hey, do you think you could take me to my ice skating tournament? I've called everyone I could, but no one can pick me up. Could you?" I asked Locke.

A chuckle came through the phone before he answered, "I'll be there in five minutes. You can explain everything on the way." He hung up.

A couple minutes later I heard a car pull into the driveway. I walked over to the living room window and saw an old car bouncing and jittering into the driveway. I pulled a sweater over my shoulders and picked up my ice skating bag. I walked out to where Locke was waiting in an old GMC truck.

"You said five minutes," I checked my wristwatch, "You're a minute late." I smirked.

"Ha ha," Locke rolled his eyes playfully, "Manhattan traffic is suicidal. Now c'mon, before you're late for your tournament."

I climbed into the passengers seat of the GMC 2000 and Locke pulled out of the driveway before starting on the road.

I explained to Locke about where to go and that it was a half-an-hour away. He shrugged and obliged to take me there. After thirty minutes of Locke's classical music blaring throughout the car and him nearly killing us in the process, we finally made it to the ice skating tournament and I thanked Locke for the ride. "Hey, how're you going to get back?" He asked.

"I have a couple friends who can take me. Why, do you want to stay and watch?" I narrowed my eyes at Lando suspiciously.

"N-No, I just was wondering, I mean, I couldn't just take you here and not drive you back. a gentleman wouldn't leave some girl alone and not take care of her." He answered uneasily.

"So now I'm just 'some girl'?" I crossed my arms and grinned.

"You don't have to be."

I rolled my eyes at him and groaned. "I told you that I'm not interested—"

"Who ever said I was trying to get with you? I was just implying that we could be friends."

"Oh."

"Gosh, Gwen, you jump to some wild conclusions pretty fast." Locke shrugged.

"Oh shut up." I punched him in the arm playfully. We both chuckled, but was interrupted by my coach calling my from the ice rink's front doors. I turned back to Locke and shrugged. "Whelp, Coach Buzz Kill is calling me."

"Yeah, I see that. Are you sure you don't need me to take you home?"

"I'm sure."

"Alright, see you around." Locke gave a small smile to me. I smiled back.

"Yeah, see you around." I waved to him.  He drove out of the parking lot and was soon out of sight. Maybe Locke wasn't that bad of a guy after all.