The Mane Squeeze
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Lock didnt know what to say, but then Blayne managed to get to her feet. She had to grip the railing for several seconds and then she realized she was blind, but that was quickly remedied when she readjusted her helmet and muzzle.
Giving her body a once-over shake, she waved at Gwen again, a happy smile on her face, and rolled off to get back in the game. Admiring the will it took for her to get back in there, the crowd cheered, but none so loud as the wild dogs.
Gwen applauded, but again, Lock knew from her body language how stressed she was. And he didnt blame her one bit.
CHAPTER 11
By the tenth time Blayne was flung at the crowd like a Frisbee, Gwen didnt even cringe anymore. And Lock simply sat there, no longer jumping or snarling when Blayne came flying at them.
Yet what amazed Gwen was that no matter how many times Blayne got tossed around by that giant bitch, she not only got back to her feet seemingly undamaged, but she was always smiling. Gwen knew Blayne was tougher than most people gave her credit for, but even she had no idea how resilient her friend was. Like heavy-duty Tupperware, Blayne kept bouncing back.
Kill her! Jess screamed at Blayne, Gwen and Lock looking over at the cute wild dog with the unnatural bloodlust. Wipe her from the face of the earth, Evie!
Theyre pulling her out, Phil announced and Gwen saw that it was true. Blayne was being benched, confirmed by the announcer. The crowd booed, but Gwen understood the decision. Although it might be entertaining for these people to watch Blayne Thorpe get tossed around by a blond missing link, it didnt exactly advance the bout.
The last quarter went fast and hard, neither team willing to back off. But when the final whistle blew, the Furriers had beaten the Babes by a good twelve points.
That was great! Jess cheered. Im so coming back.
Gwen smiled. Another derby convert. She knew the signs.
Were going out to see Blayne, Jess told her. You want to come with?
Yeah. Okay.
Gwen stretched, yawned, and thats when it hit hershe was still on Lock MacRyries lap! Had been for the entire bout, including halftimeand he hadnt said a word about it. Sneaky Jersey bear!
Why dont I meet you guys there? she suggested.
Nodding, Jess got up with her Pack following. They filed out and Gwen waited until they were gone.
Then she scrambled off Locks lap, turned, and began slapping at him with her hands.
He held his arm up to block his face and laughed at her.
What did I do?
You let me sit on your lap that whole time!
I was comfortable! He caught hold of her arms and pulled her forward. And so were you, he taunted.
At least it sounded like taunting.
Thats not the point!
Besides, I figured youd temporarily deemed me your feline throne.
Very funny. She pulled her arms away. Im going to see Blayne.
Frustrated and embarrassed and a tiny bit confusedbecause she really had been comfortable on his lapGwen marched up the stairs and out the door, Lock right behind her.
This way, he said, catching hold of her hand and leading her around a corner, through a small hallway and into a much larger one filled with girls on skates and their adoring fans.
The wild dogs were already hugging Blayne, but as soon as she saw Gwen, she pulled away and skated over.
Gwenie! Im so glad youre here.
Gwen hugged Blayne tight. I am, too.
When Blayne pulled back, Gwen couldnt help but wince. Blayneyour face.
Itll heal, she dismissed with a wave. She caught sight of Lock behind Gwen. Hi, Lock!
Hi, Blayne. You were
I know, I know, she said before he could finish. I need work. I know.
I didnt say
I was pathetic, hopeless! You dont have to tell me.
But I wasnt
Just a mess! I know!
Gwen patted Locks chest. Let it go.
As Blayne continued to rhapsodize on how bad she was, a group of Furriers came down the hallway, heading toward the locker rooms. They had a large group of fans and friends around them as they made their way, but that didnt stop Gwen from coldly eyeing the one who kept going after Blayne.
And the female eyed Gwen right back as she rolled by, an annoying smirk on her face.
Deciding to let it go, for now, Gwen turned back to find Blayne still listing her flaws. She was about to tell her to stuff it already, when Gwens nose twitched and her desire to hiss nearly strangled her.
You all right? Lock asked.
Surprised hed noticed since she hadnt made a move, Gwen said, Yeah. Im fineIll be back. Then she calmly walked off down the hall.
Jess tugged on Locks arm, pulling him away from staring after Gwen, wondering what she was up to.
So?
Lock shrugged at Jesss vague question. Sowhat?
You, hanging out with Gwen. She grinned and danced on her toes. A good thing?
We ran in to each other before the bout. I just tagged along.
She sat on your lap for almost two hours, Lachlan MacRyrie of the Clan MacRyrie. A name she insisted on calling him any time she saw him.
Giving her body a once-over shake, she waved at Gwen again, a happy smile on her face, and rolled off to get back in the game. Admiring the will it took for her to get back in there, the crowd cheered, but none so loud as the wild dogs.
Gwen applauded, but again, Lock knew from her body language how stressed she was. And he didnt blame her one bit.
CHAPTER 11
By the tenth time Blayne was flung at the crowd like a Frisbee, Gwen didnt even cringe anymore. And Lock simply sat there, no longer jumping or snarling when Blayne came flying at them.
Yet what amazed Gwen was that no matter how many times Blayne got tossed around by that giant bitch, she not only got back to her feet seemingly undamaged, but she was always smiling. Gwen knew Blayne was tougher than most people gave her credit for, but even she had no idea how resilient her friend was. Like heavy-duty Tupperware, Blayne kept bouncing back.
Kill her! Jess screamed at Blayne, Gwen and Lock looking over at the cute wild dog with the unnatural bloodlust. Wipe her from the face of the earth, Evie!
Theyre pulling her out, Phil announced and Gwen saw that it was true. Blayne was being benched, confirmed by the announcer. The crowd booed, but Gwen understood the decision. Although it might be entertaining for these people to watch Blayne Thorpe get tossed around by a blond missing link, it didnt exactly advance the bout.
The last quarter went fast and hard, neither team willing to back off. But when the final whistle blew, the Furriers had beaten the Babes by a good twelve points.
That was great! Jess cheered. Im so coming back.
Gwen smiled. Another derby convert. She knew the signs.
Were going out to see Blayne, Jess told her. You want to come with?
Yeah. Okay.
Gwen stretched, yawned, and thats when it hit hershe was still on Lock MacRyries lap! Had been for the entire bout, including halftimeand he hadnt said a word about it. Sneaky Jersey bear!
Why dont I meet you guys there? she suggested.
Nodding, Jess got up with her Pack following. They filed out and Gwen waited until they were gone.
Then she scrambled off Locks lap, turned, and began slapping at him with her hands.
He held his arm up to block his face and laughed at her.
What did I do?
You let me sit on your lap that whole time!
I was comfortable! He caught hold of her arms and pulled her forward. And so were you, he taunted.
At least it sounded like taunting.
Thats not the point!
Besides, I figured youd temporarily deemed me your feline throne.
Very funny. She pulled her arms away. Im going to see Blayne.
Frustrated and embarrassed and a tiny bit confusedbecause she really had been comfortable on his lapGwen marched up the stairs and out the door, Lock right behind her.
This way, he said, catching hold of her hand and leading her around a corner, through a small hallway and into a much larger one filled with girls on skates and their adoring fans.
The wild dogs were already hugging Blayne, but as soon as she saw Gwen, she pulled away and skated over.
Gwenie! Im so glad youre here.
Gwen hugged Blayne tight. I am, too.
When Blayne pulled back, Gwen couldnt help but wince. Blayneyour face.
Itll heal, she dismissed with a wave. She caught sight of Lock behind Gwen. Hi, Lock!
Hi, Blayne. You were
I know, I know, she said before he could finish. I need work. I know.
I didnt say
I was pathetic, hopeless! You dont have to tell me.
But I wasnt
Just a mess! I know!
Gwen patted Locks chest. Let it go.
As Blayne continued to rhapsodize on how bad she was, a group of Furriers came down the hallway, heading toward the locker rooms. They had a large group of fans and friends around them as they made their way, but that didnt stop Gwen from coldly eyeing the one who kept going after Blayne.
And the female eyed Gwen right back as she rolled by, an annoying smirk on her face.
Deciding to let it go, for now, Gwen turned back to find Blayne still listing her flaws. She was about to tell her to stuff it already, when Gwens nose twitched and her desire to hiss nearly strangled her.
You all right? Lock asked.
Surprised hed noticed since she hadnt made a move, Gwen said, Yeah. Im fineIll be back. Then she calmly walked off down the hall.
Jess tugged on Locks arm, pulling him away from staring after Gwen, wondering what she was up to.
So?
Lock shrugged at Jesss vague question. Sowhat?
You, hanging out with Gwen. She grinned and danced on her toes. A good thing?
We ran in to each other before the bout. I just tagged along.
She sat on your lap for almost two hours, Lachlan MacRyrie of the Clan MacRyrie. A name she insisted on calling him any time she saw him.
