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Return of the Cobra Kai	By : Saoirse Category: G through L > Karate Kid, The Views: 4207 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter IV: Kare to
atashi to aitsu (Him, Me, and That Guy)
Lara was just around the
corner from the school when Sandy bounced over to her side.
�Top of
the morning!�
She cheered.
�You get grounded?� Lara
got right to the point.
Sandy shrugged. �For a week. They reamed me a little after breakfast, but
they had a luncheon at Le Chez Rose with a new client. So by the
time they got home- after 1 a.m. - the only thing Mom was bitchy about was her
broken heel.� Lara laughed and adjusted her backpack on her shoulder. Sandy
took a good look at Lara and goggled.
�What?� Lara asked
uncomfortable under her friend�s gaze.
�Lara, is that a skirt?�
Sandy indicated the stonewashed denim skirt Lara wore.
�I blew off doing the wash
yesterday� so naturally I had nothing else to wear today.� Lara explained.
�You�re a dancer, Lara. Be
proud of your legs.� Sandy slapped her arm affably. They were about to cross
the street when Lara saw five dirt bikes roar into the parking lot through the
north side entrance. Lara whipped out her arm and stopped Sandy short. The
Cobras jumped off their bikes toting huge, bulging green and white hockey
equipment bags. They looked particularly psyched up about the upcoming district
hockey semi-finals.
�Madame Loisel doesn�t
mind if we eat lunch in the dance room.� Lara said.
�What?� Sandy was justly
irked. �Since when do the Cobra Dumbfucks own the cafeteria?� Lara couldn�t
blame her, but there was no such thing as �too careful� when it came to
Lawrence and his cronies. Sandy and Lara made it by a hair when the first
warning bell sounded.
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Mr. Leonard Harris, the
history teacher, was a rotund, bald man whose suits appeared to be pieced
together from the wardrobes of Barry Manilow and somebody�s dad. It was fifth
period and Lara sat, as she always did, in the rear of the third row closest to
the door. Sandy sat in the middle of the room, but she never attracted much
attention regardless of the situation. Nearest to the windows on the opposite
end of the room sat the enclave of Encino-ites. The Cobras were a clique within
the clique.
Harris had his back to the
class, his stub of chalk clicking away on the green slate sounding like Morse
code, spelling out �Only five more years until retirement.� The middle-aged man
would pause every now and again to glance in his teacher�s manual before
resuming his scrawling. He placed the chalk on the ledge and his manual on the
desk and clapped his hands loudly rubbing them together.
�I thought we�d might take
a minute away from the French and Indian War and touch on the subject of
civics. What is civics? Well civics is the study of how our government works-
both local and national- and what�s going on in it, and finally encourages open
debate about it. Now not many schools include this in their curriculum, in fact
civics is something school officials frown upon. I mean, what do a bunch of
kids know about city hall? Well I think you know more than you think.� Even the
incorrigible nappers, like Tommy, cracked their eyes open and had funny looks
on their faces. Were the paint fumes beginning to get to Mr. Harris?
�You all catch the evening
news, even when it�s only your parents watching it over dinner. I�ve seen a few
of you thumbing through the newspapers, and I know it just wasn�t for the
comics or classifieds. Why don�t we start out with something that really ticks
you off about your neighborhood.�
�Some
old biddy callin� the cops if somebody turns up their stereo.� Someone quipped. There was a
ripple of laughter.
�Interesting
choice, Mr. Marko.
And noise pollution is a big issue in San Fernando. Anything
else?�
�Yeah,� Chucky piped up.
�There�s a pothole about the size of Alaska down the street from my apartment.�
�And it�s been there since
we were in fifth grade.� Freddy added. �All kinds of fender bender crap have
been happening since. Why isn�t it getting fixed any time soon?�
�Just like that
streetlight on my block.� Josie said. �It got busted three years back during a
block party. My mom�s tried calling the transportation department, but all they
keep giving her is the runaround or muzak. �File a petition and wait 16 weeks
for a reply.�� Josie mimicked the operator with an acidic nasal voice.
�How about that loony
traffic signal that says �WALK� when there�s a green light?� Monica jumped in.
Judging by Harris� canny expression, Lara knew he was stringing the class
along.
�And how
about our Encino friends?� Harris caught the group by the windows off guard that
they jumped.
�W- what
do you mean, sir?� Barbara asked glancing nervously at Susan then to her
boyfriend.
�Any
problems in your neck of the woods? Busted streetlights? Loony traffic
signals? Potholes?� By now Tommy sat upright
and he exchanged puzzled looks with his friends.
�Well,� he began, �we had
the street repaved. But other than looking for temporary new
parking spots, no problems here.�
�I think the last time we
got our street repaved,� Isabelle said, �was when my parents came back from
their honeymoon.� The Encino-ites were looking uncomfortable by the loud
murmuring of their classmates and their suspicious countenances. Harris marched
over to the blackboard and was once again clicking. He drew a thick slash under
the word �DISPARITY.�
�I know this isn�t
English,� he rapped on the slate with a knuckle, �but can anyone tell me what
this word means?� Well he was lucky to get their feathers ruffled, but it
wasn�t enough to make them squawk. ��Disparity� means inequality.� He
announced. �But if you ever hear of it, it�ll be described as �the gap.� What
they mean by that is the widening gap between the classes. Your parents all
complain about paying taxes, April 15 is the day Mrs.
Harris always threatens me with divorce.� A murmured laughter rippled through
the class. �And while taxes are necessary to pay for public works such as
transportation, sanitation, repair and education the benefits that people reap
from them go beyond a refund check. Those who earn more, spend more thus pay
higher taxes than others who don�t get what we�ll call a �reward�, comes in the
form of neighborhood maintenance. The higher the tax base, the higher the
priority. Property value also coincides with this, the better the neighborhood
the higher the property value.�
Lara�s hand shot up. �So
Mr. Harris, what you�re trying to say is that a certain group of people,�
she narrowed her eyes at the Cobras who shot back their own dirty looks, �that
live in a certain part of town who make more money, live in big houses
and own too many gas-guzzling luxury cars are put ahead of everybody else?� Mr.
Harris shrugged his shoulders in confirmation. Dutch mimicked Lara�s statement
silently.
�Isn�t there anything we
could do about it? There are more of us than them!� Chloe asked.
�Why waste our time?� Her
twin Chucky said. �Politicians only listen to richies.� He sneered. Before a
retort could be made by the Encino-ites the bell rang and the class filed out.
�Don�t forget,� Mr. Harris
shouted over the din, �I want three journal pages from everybody on the sources
of the French and Indian War tomorrow!� Lara caught up with Sandy in the hall as
they were going out to the lockers.
�Sorry about that.� Lara
said.
�Why? What Mr. Harris said
was true.� Sandy sighed opening her locker.
�And it�s not like things
would change if either of us said anything.� Lara suggested.
Sandy shook her head.
�There are days that I think things will never change and we�ll stay the same
forever.� What Sandy and Lara didn�t see or anyone else for that matter, were
the cluster of Greasers huddled around a trash bin. Chisum, the leader,
produced a cherry bomb from the pocket of his leather bomber jacket and Fly,
his lieutenant, flicked his Zippo and lit it. Chisum dropped it in and
they dashed across the grassy quad to Chisum�s fully-restored gold �59 Cadillac
Eldorado catching the leery looks of their Encino preppy enemies the Cobra
Kai. The can exploded sending the can shooting across the athletic field like a
bullet, thick bits of rubber and assorted trash scattered like confetti.
Hysterical students stampeded around and off the campus for their lives as
though their school was victim of an air strike. Teachers
screamed bloody murder and further mayhem ensued as they tried to restore
order.
�Let�s go!� Johnny
commanded throwing his books down and he and his friends ran for their bikes.
Lara fought through the crush losing track of Sandy and she somehow wandered
into the car park.
�Sandy?! Sandy?!�
Just as Lara was about to turn around a speeding body collided into her and
they both fell to the asphalt. Lara�s legs were unwittingly splayed apart, her
skirt bunching up high on her thighs. So dazed was she, Lara failed to see the
very heavy and blonde guy pinning her lower half down. Johnny rubbed his side
thankful that one of the guys broke his fall, it happened at least once a week
with them. He went to put his hand on someone�s shoulder to rise he realized
that the appendage he was holding felt a lot slimmer and softer. Johnny�s
vision readjusted and as his brain�s synapses registered that he was looking at
a pair of panties. Lara was frozen to the spot dumbstruck at Johnny Lawrence
gawking up her skirt holding her thigh. Johnny�s breath was shallow and his
throat dry. Lara�s panties had a little lace fringe with a bow- and they were
purple. That was a new one.
�Purple�� He murmured and
reflexively pinched her inner thigh. Lara�s fist smashed his nose, there was a
spray of blood from his right nostril and she took off. Clinging to his dirt
bike on one knee, Johnny pinched his nose to staunch the bleeding.
�Johnny! C�mon!� It was
Bobby. The Cobras materialized around him jumping on their bikes and Johnny
looked up just in time to hear the squealing of tires and Chisum�s Caddy burned
rubber tearing up the street. The five dirt bikes pealed off after the car, the
Cobras primed for a fight but Johnny was somewhere far from the highway he and
his friends raced.
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A cloud of steam wafted
out of Johnny�s bathroom, he threw his towel atop the pile on his blue laundry
bag. He�d bring it down to the laundry room for Rosalie to do later. Rosalie
had been the Lawrences� housekeeper long before Johnny�s time. Hockey practice
was less than stellar. While he and the guys managed to sneak back into school
to get their gear and got to the Valley Ice Palace a whole hour earlier than
the rest of the team, Johnny wasn�t able to score one goal the whole time.
Coach Trumbull was pissed- and that was putting it nicely. The West Valley High
Titans had an excellent chance to advance to the district finals and their captain
was off his game at these crucial practices. Johnny put on a clean pair of
shorts and went downstairs. Johnny heard the chock chock of Rosalie
working the cleaver on some vegetables in the kitchen.
�Hey
Rosie.� Johnny
said coming through the swinging double doors. He made a beeline straight for
the steel door fridge and rummaged through it.
�Ah!� Rosalie said
menacingly brandishing the meat cleaver when Johnny pulled out the milk gallon.
�I know! I know�� Johnny
easily reached into the cabinet over Rosalie�s head and got a glass. The
middle-aged woman smirked and turned back to her steaming pots and cutting
board. �The cookies are in the breadbox- but not too many! You�ll spoil your
dinner.� Rosalie spoke to Johnny as she would her own son who was away at
college in New York. He took a fistful of oatmeal cookies from the Tupperware
inside the breadbox and seated himself on one of the white barstools circling
the center island. He poured a tall icy glass of milk and began to munch.
�What�s
on the menu tonight Rosie?� Johnny asked through a mouthful of cookie.
�Don�t talk with your
mouth full.� Rosie said. Johnny gave her a goofy grin knowing it peeved her. �Chicken and vegetable casserole.� She informed him. �And I
know how much you hate stringbeans so I left them out.�
�Thanks Rosie.� She nodded
her head appreciatively. Johnny finished his snack and took his milk into the
living room. He flopped down on the huge white sectional sofa and clicked on
the big screen and cycled through some cable channels stopping on ESPN
where a basketball game was in progress. Knicks versus Lakers,
and if there was anything he�d wanted more since he was six was to see a Knicks
game at The Garden. Front row seats of course. He�d been to Kings and Lakers
games in the private box with his parents and their friends eating shrimp
cocktail from a two grand catered buffet and drinking mimosas (that weren�t
virgins), but it wasn�t the same. His buddies weren�t there and the girls were
pretentious bitches from that private school St. Augustine�s Academy and all
they did was wrinkle their noses at him all night.
How pristine their white
lacy drawers must be, Johnny thought sarcastically. And he�d seen plenty of
panties: red, black, blue polka dots on yellow and crotchless. But white was
like store brand potato chips, huge bags available in abundance and at low
prices. As for the others they were just sluts, easy ass in the backseat of his
Avanti. Those girls were boring and fucked and sucked all the same, all
the excitement came and went in the initial panty flash when they spread their
legs.
But purple panties, he�d
never seen them before. Czako was a bitch, hands down. But she could fight,
what was more she could fight like a man. She must be a real wildcat in the
sack, biting and scratching- the whole bit. Johnny put his foot up on the edge
of the glass coffee table and wiggled his toes. He looked down at the white
carpet through the glass and envisioned her naked, on her side and sleeping.
Lara had legs up to her throat, then again she was a tall girl, and he didn�t
have to go out of his way to bend a little to kiss her. And if she gave him
pussy he�d do the whole holding and kissing afterglow routine. Top or bottom? Top, Johnny scoffed. Less work for him and
the bouncing tits and stuffed pussy was an added bonus. Johnny shuddered, Lara
knocked his dick stiff all right, but he wasn�t the �forgive and forget� type.
He looked at the clock on the end table, 6:45 p.m. Johnny clicked off the game
and propelled himself off the sofa over the backrest, taking the stairs two at
a time he pulled on a yellow polo shirt and stepped into a pair of loafers. �No
shirt, no shoes, no service� was Rosalie�s motto at the dinner table.
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Another Saturday night
came around and Lara met Sandy at the Valley Ice Palace. And she was running
ten minutes late. Lara only paid for the locker rental; she owned a pair of
white figure skates and stuffed her gym bag containing her sneakers into it and
walked on the rubber into the arena. The mirrored ball rotated reflecting
hundreds of lights washing the white ice a rainbow of colors. The stereo
blasted a Van Halen song and she saw skaters gliding in an excited
counterclockwise circle. Painted across the second tier in green was �HOME OF
THE WEST VALLEY TITANS�. It ended with their team logo of an Olympian god
winding up a hockey stick for a slapshot. The tiny caf�, concession stand and
arcade were noisy and the lines were long. Lara was starting to feel the chill
and wanted to get moving. She was dressed in a long ribbed white sweater and
skintight white jeans. Bending down to tear off her pink skateguards she heard
her name being called over the rock cacophony.
�Lara! Lara!� She tossed
her head to the left and right until she saw Sandy sitting with another girl at
a back table at the caf�. She waved her over.
�Sorry I�m late.� Lara
apologized, Sandy and the other girl stood up.
�Don�t worry about it.�
Sandy said. She was dressed in dark blue jeans and a red mock turtleneck that
was untucked. Sandy had her hair done in a French braid tied off with a red
shoelace ribbon. �This is Eileen Sandrak. She�s a friend of mine from band.�
Sandy introduced them. Lara instantly liked Eileen; the brunette had her hair
in a ponytail with a braid wrapped around its base and a black sweater with
dancing red polar bears going across and khaki pants. Both Eileen and Sandy
wore beige skating boots.
�Did you wait long?� Lara
asked her.
�Nah.� Eileen dismissed her worries. �I
hadn�t skated in a while, so I�m a little nervous.�
�Don�t worry,� Sandy said
jovially, �if you fall on your ass we won�t laugh.�
�Thanks a lot!� Eileen
said and whapped her shoulder.
�C�mon, let�s get it over
with.� Lara said and the three placed their skateguards nearest to the rink
door and took off. The three fooled around for a half an hour forming a chain
and snapping like a whip across the ice. Lara decided to show off her figure
skating skills, proof that she was awake during those lessons, completing a
figure eight and a back sit spin. Eileen and Sandy applauded. But as a dancer
it was her spirals that she was most proud of. Her extension of her free leg
was straight as an arrow, her back was supple and curved just right and her toe
was pointed perfectly. Lara demonstrated a slide spiral, leaning her blade on a
perfect angle and �sliding� backward. Her arms positions went from backward as
though she were in flight to slowly embracing herself as she came to a stop.
There came more applause
but not just from Lara�s friends. She looked over her shoulder as she
approached Eileen and Sandy.
�New
talent, three o�clock.� Eileen said. Three guys dressed in jeans and the familiar colors of
silver, white and gold hockey jerseys of the Titans rivals the Grant High
Knights. A medieval knight�s helmet splayed across the front was their team
logo. Lara casually spun around and leaned on her folded arms on the rink
boards thrusting her ass out. Eileen and Sandy followed suit adopting similar
provocative stances.
�That�s Derek Lanier.�
Lara spoke about the tall strawberry blonde with the long wavy hair. The white
�C� indicating his captain�s rank emblazoned on his right shoulder.
�I know,� Sandy sighed.
�Gorgeous��
�He�s French?� Eileen
asked.
�Qu�b�cois,
actually.� Lara
corrected.
�And he�s checking you
out.� Eileen said. �Rather your ass, actually.�
Sandy tittered. Lara glanced over her shoulder and saw Derek conferring with
his teammates then made a gesture for her to skate over. Lara just smiled and
turned back to her friends. She made it a point to play hard to get, especially
when it came to school rivals.
Derek and his friends
glided over.
The two with the names
Rossini and Paradise over their numbers readily made conversation with Sandy
and Eileen, Derek and Lara looked each other over for a long moment before
speaking.
�Nice moves,� Derek
complemented in his Quebecois accent.
�Je vous
ai entendu avoir quelques mouvements gentils aussi.� I heard you have some nice
moves too. The four chattering excitably halted and gawked at Lara�s
effortless flirting in Derek�s native tongue. Eileen and Sandy then exchanged
the �Lara�s a player� expression.
�Votre
Fran�ais est excellent. Vous le parlez beaucoup?� Your French is
excellent. You speak it a lot? Derek was duly impressed as Lara expected.
�Mon
professeur de ballet est ali�n�. Nous n'avons eu aucun choix mais pour apprendre.� My
ballet teacher is insane. We had no choice but to learn.
Derek laughed heartily.
�You�re funny, I like that.� Lara and her friends shared knowing looks. �I�m
Derek.� He introduced himself, Lara shook his hand.
�I know. I�m Lara.�
�This is Tim,� Derek
pointed to Paradise.
�How ya
doin�?�
Paradise nodded to Lara.
�And this is Anthony.� He
indicated Rossini.
�Hiya.� Rossini waved.
�Nice to
meet you.� Lara
shook their hands.
�You go to West Valley?�
Derek asked.
�Yeah.� Lara shrugged. �Should that stop
anybody?�
�Non.�
The three couples skated
around for another hour then took a hot cocoa break at the caf�.
�Listen,� Lara said to her
friends as the guys got refills, �you mind if Derek and I take off after this?�
Eileen shoved her playfully.
�You and your fast little
ass�� Sandy squealed. Derek and his pals walked over to their table, but only
Paradise and Rossini sat down.
�One hot
chocolate to go.�
He handed Lara her covered drink.
�You�re sweet.� She gently
took the hot cup from Derek�s hand. �I�ll talk to you guys.� Lara said to
Eileen and Sandy.
�You will be.� Eileen said
suggestively.
�Bye.� Sandy wiggled her
fingers at them.
�You two,� Derek addressed
his teammates, �practice six a.m. on Monday.� Paradise mock saluted him. �Night everybody.� He smiled charmingly at the girls. Arms
wound round each other�s waists Lara and Derek headed for the lockers. They
quickly changed out of their skates, Lara slung her gym bag over her shoulder
and Derek carried his hockey skates by the blades the razor sharp edges
protected by thick black guards. Lara finished off the last of her cocoa and
tossed the empty cup into a nearby metal bin in the parking lot when she saw
Derek pop the trunk of a sleek black Pontiac Trans Am and unzip his
silver equipment bag to put his skates in. Lara stretched her arms out and
caressed the body with her fingers.
�Like what you see?� Derek
shut the trunk.
�Talking about the car?�
Lara teased.
�Want to go to Golf n�
Stuff first?� First? Ooh, presumptuous.
�Why
not?� Derek
graciously opened the passenger door for her.
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Barbara Dunn and Susan
Messner were tying their sneakers on after finishing a fun turn on the
trampoline and were hungry for pizza with everything (minus the onions and
anchovies) and garlic knots. They refused to eat until they were finished on
Golf n� Stuff�s puke rides. The Cobras having put an order for new leather
jackets donned their green and white varsity jackets were particularly amped up
for the upcoming hockey semi-final next Saturday after a more successful
practice that afternoon. The arcade games took a beating from them as well.
Bobby whooped it up after putting his targets down in a shooting game.
�Hey!� Bobby occupied the
empty seat beside Johnny as he was spinning the steering wheel of a drag racing
game like a madman. �Who do you think Trumbull�ll get to replace Wronsky?�
�He keeps two goalies on
his roster usually. And you know how picky he gets about replacements this
late in the playoffs.� Johnny said without missing a beat or facing his friend.
�Shit happens. He doesn�t
exactly have a crystal ball y�know.�
�If there�s a tryout,
it�ll be someone that doesn�t piss Dutch off that easily.� Jimmy came storming
from around the corner.
�I�d like to know who
invited Van Houten?� He fumed. �That whore Ginger
McGuiness made me lose at Pacman. Pacman!�
�C�mon Jimmy, it�s not
that bad�� Dutch said cramming clusters of caramel corn into his mouth.
�That�s �cause Terri Baxter made a date with you!� Jimmy barked.
While Johnny was ensconced in his Indy 500 fantasy
Bobby didn�t want any part of Dutch and Jimmy�s bitching.
�Where�s Tommy?� He asked
no one in particular.
�Gettin�
the food.�
Johnny answered him.
�I�m gonna get more
quarters and find Barbie.� Bobby made a quick and quiet escape.
Susan got a few dollars
worth of quarters from the machine while Barbara sucked on a cherry slushie.
�Okay.� Susan said to her. �Tommy had better not have gotten anything
with anchovies, or it�s over!� Barbara was just about to offer Susan a sip of
her slushie when they heard a shrieking whistle followed by wild feminine
cheers coming from the foosball consoles. It was too hard to resist checking it
out and they saw over the plastic dome of the foosball hockey Derek Lanier. His
face split in an incredulous grin as the girl he apparently lost to pumped her fist and whirled her arm as though she spun an
invisible lasso aloft.
�Oh. My. God.� Was all that Susan was able to say.
�It�s Derek Lanier from
Grant!� Barbara said in a panicky voice. �Is he stupid wearing his jersey in
here? If Johnny sees him he�ll wipe the entire arcade floor with his ass!�
�Barbie!� It was Bobby.
The two girls looked at each other and wondered if things could get any worse.
�You beat me!� Derek
walked around the console and Lara primly sat on the stool. �Bad
girl!�
�You let me win and you
know it.�
�Did
not!� Derek
refuted. �You forget I�m Canadien, and that�s a major offense in our
game.� Lara propped her arm on the plastic bubble and suspended her head on a
fist.
�I guess parliament would
consider that treason. Or would the Queen grant a special pardon for hockey
players?�
�La reine anglaise n'est
pas ma reine.� The English Queen ain�t my queen, Derek muttered.
�Y�know I remember reading
about your dad, Yves, getting traded from the Maple Leafs to the Kings
when he was still playing.� Lara said. �Is that how you came to the U.S.?�
�Yeah.� Derek confirmed.
�You
from Montr�al?�
Derek shook his head.
�Gatineau. It�s not too far from Montr�al. It�s pretty bi-lingual too.�
�Is it nice?� Lara asked.
�I think so. I try to get
back every summer, all my friends live there.�
�And girlfriend?� Lara
gibed Derek, but he only laughed.
�You should come up and
see it some time.�
�Bet you say that to all
the girls that kick your ass at foosball hockey.�
�Only
the ones that speak French.�
�Est-ce que c'est une
bonne chose d'o� vous venez?� Is that a good thing where you come from? Lara
asked.
�What do you think?� Derek
leaned down and kissed Lara.
�Ooh! Kissies!�
Susan exclaimed getting Barbara�s attention. They watched Derek play tonsil
hockey with his date with interest. Lara rose up from the stool to embrace
Derek who, in turn, cupped her ass.
�Barbara? There you are!�
Bobby spotted his girlfriend and Susan by the Donkey Kong games.
�Bobby!� Barbara exclaimed
and she and Susan spun round trying to surreptitiously block his view of the
couple that was making out. �Me and Suzie were just
looking for you!� She spoke like a tape recorder on the fastest setting. She
nudged Susan.
�Yeah! Did Tommy get the food?� Susan
asked. �I�m starving! Let�s go!� The two girls tried to push Bobby ahead of
them with little luck.
�Hold it! What�s goin�
on?� He demanded.
�Nothing!� Susan and Barbara chorused. Bobby
clasped Barbara�s shoulders but before he could open his mouth he looked up and
caught a Grant hockey jersey in his peripheral vision.
�What the fuck is he
doin� here!� Bobby hissed pointing at Derek.
�Bobby, please!� Barbara
pleaded. Bobby�s fists clenched, he was about to charge when the oblivious
couple Bobby was about to break up turned to show their profiles and he
recognized Lara in Lanier�s arms. Bobby�s throat went dry and he was frozen to
the spot.
�Is that�?� Barbara
squeaked.
�Oh. My. God.� Susan said. Lara Czako? Was the stupid flu going
around, or what? Nobody in their right mind would cross school colors so
blatantly- and during playoff season of all times! Lara and Derek opened their
mouths to trade tongues, but it was hardly indecent enough to have security
hose them down. They came up for air, Lara feeling as though she went on a
magic carpet ride.
�Not
that I�m complaining but� you have anything else on the itinerary besides Golf
n� Stuff?� Lara
asked playing with Derek�s collar.
�Let�s get a pizza� to
go.� Derek said. The Canadian draped an arm around Lara�s shoulders and they
merrily waltzed out of the arcade.
Johnny needed more
quarters, but he left his wallet in his equipment bag. �I need more quarters,�
he told Dutch who was playing Space Invaders. �I�ll meet you at the
pizza place.� He dashed out the other exit and went out to his Avanti.
Johnny was just about to open the passenger side door to the backseat where his
bag sat when he saw in the open doors of Ecco�s Pizza n� Stuff Lara Czako and
Derek Lanier. Over the glass display case they handed a worker the money for a
Hawaiian style pizza and then walk to the parking spaces near the water slide.
Lara laughed gaily at whatever quip Derek made and he placed their food in the
backseat before Lara climbed in. Johnny watched this silently and kept his eyes
on Lanier�s Trans Am until its red taillights were no longer visible. For the
first time in his life, he was unsure if it was murder or jealousy he felt over
the girl he was blacklisting going home with his biggest hockey rival.
�Johnny!� Tommy clapped
his hand on Johnny�s shoulder.
�What?!� Johnny snapped.
�I�ve been calling you for
10 minutes.� Tommy thumbed over his shoulder. �Food, man.�
Two rear tables in the outdoor dining area were combined to seat the Cobras,
Susan and Barbara and Amber and her wrecking crew. As Johnny mounted the step
Amber waved to him and patted the seat beside her. Johnny could still see Lara
laughing and all he wanted to do was slap the grin off Amber�s face.
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A half-eaten extra large
Hawaiian-style pizza pie sat atop the kitchen table in Derek Lanier�s Valley
Glen house. On the floor of his parents� bedroom Derek and Lara cuddled
sleepily under the mink blanket, the fire snapped in the hearth. Lise Lanier,
Derek�s mother wouldn�t be back from Scarborough, Ontario unil Monday
afternoon. After Yves Lanier�s retirement from the NHL he went back to Canada
to work for the Ontario Hockey League, one of the three major
Junior �A� Tier I hockey leagues in the country. Lise would travel up
north whenever she and Yves made a major television appearance on the CBC.
Derek proved himself trustworthy to have the Los Angeles house to himself by never hosting parties. But his mother never said
anything about not having a date over.
Meanwhile at Johnny�s
Encino house a tipsy Amber van Houten giddily stumbled out of the pool house
carrying her white pumps and strapless bra and blew a good night kiss to Johnny
before falling into the cab he called her. He gathered up the beach towel they
fucked on and took it to the laundry room, stuffing it into the washing machine.
It was a quickie- 15 minutes, no more no less- and she was soused from the
mickey he slipped into her rum and Diet Coke with one of his mother�s Seconals
he lifted so it would be less straining to get rid of her. Dressed in nothing
but a pair of jeans, top button undone, he sidled to the kitchen and pulled out
the carton of Five Alive drinking about a quarter of the contents.
Rosalie would kick his ass if she saw him not using a glass, but she went home
hours ago and didn�t work Sundays. His parents wouldn�t be home until Sunday
night since his father decided to take the boat out on an impromptu fishing
weekend with Jimmy�s parents to Catalina. Johnny finished off the juice and
tossed the empty carton into the trash.
He tossed his varsity
jacket on the breakfast nook beneath the window, a light grey cushioned bench
wrapped around a circular glass table, and shuffled through the pockets. Johnny
pulled out a Sucrets tin and flipped open the lid, only two joints left.
It rolled off his back, he had a wad stashed away in a football he tore some of
the stuffing from tutoring some of the brats in his neighborhood in karate.
Most of his students were good; others he wondered why they even tried. No
matter, he expected a big payoff from Mrs. Cooper and he�d be set for the rest
of the semester and summer. Johnny lit up and took a long pull; it was a few
minutes before he began floating. He scratched his chest and wondered if he
should put his shirt back on, it wasn�t that he was cold he just wondered.
Johnny kept his hand on his breastbone studying his naked tanned skin and his
brain wandered back to the sex he had with Amber. She wouldn�t keep her mouth
off his dick. It wasn�t he didn�t like it- what guy wouldn�t- but variety is a
good thing.
Amber�s body was nice, but
she was a dieter and her ribs protruded. Nothing firm to grab
or suck either. Lara was athletic; she had muscle tone and an ass. For a
ballet dancer her tits were big too. How big were her nipples? Were they
sensitive? He liked that, big nipples. Damn, weed can make you think strange
shit, Johnny thought. But it wasn�t like he was saying it aloud where his
buddies could hear it. But he supposed it was okay to want to fuck a girl he
hated� then again �hate� was a strong word. Getting even was more like it;
after all she kneed him in the groin. Johnny was down to the roach and he put
it out to bury it in the ashes in the fireplace. He smacked his lips, the
munchies were settling in and it was sandwich time. Clapping his hands and
rubbing them greedily, Johnny raided the fridge and set to work. Leftover ham,
Swiss cheese, Miracle Whip, Gulden�s mustard, ketchup, Iceberg
lettuce, a beef tomato, bread and butter pickles, a carrot, Italian dressing
and a loaf of Italian bread were the building blocks of his smorgasbord hoagie.
Twenty minutes later when Johnny was finished cleaning up he grabbed a bag of Ruffles
to go with his hoagieand headed to the living room to catch the late night
movie.
Johnny flipped on the big
screen and KTLA�s 11 o�clock news was concluding with the sports
wrap-up. The Kings won against the Boston Bruins, and he thought
about the upcoming hockey game. Both he and Lanier were captains and they also
played wing, there was an excellent chance there might be a face off. He hoped
Lara would be in the stands next Saturday.
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A charter bus dropped off
several members of the West Valley High gymnastics team, including Rick Heller
in Sepulveda. They were gone for two full weeks; the meets would get longer as
they advanced up the ranks. Dressed in their team windbreakers with medals
around their necks they spoke excitedly for a few minutes before dispersing to
their houses. Rick looked proudly at his pair of gold medals and before he
jogged up the walk to his house he glanced across the street at Lara�s. He
wanted to ring the bell, but he looked at his watch and decided it was too late
and his parents were planning to take him out tomorrow anyway. He would just
have to catch up with her on Monday.
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