-4-
"Momma, it's my life that we're talking about, not yours," Bonnie said into her cell phone; well, more like shouted, than said.
Sami was trying not to hear the conversation as she packed her bag for the upcoming road trip with the team, but in the confines of the small dorm room, that wasn't a possibility.
"Look, if Roy and I are okay with breaking off the engagement, then you and his parents and daddy, will just have to deal with it, okay? And look, momma, I've got to go, I'm going to be late for a class; I'll talk to you later, bye," and with that said, Bonnie closed her cell-phone and remained sitting in her bed, cross-legged, a bit of her panties visible between her legs under her sleep shirt which had hiked up onto her thighs.
"I'm sorry, Sami, I'm sorry you had to hear all that crap," Bonnie apologized, looking to Sami with a sort-of sad smile on her face.
"Don't worry about it, Bonnie, shit happens, you know?"
"Oh yeah, I know," Bonnie said with a bit of a sad laugh.
"Roy and I had our talk," Bonnie was saying to Sami as she rooted through her closet for class-clothes, "and you were right, I was right, Roy felt the same way I did about getting married. He felt that it was just what was supposed to be, not really what we wanted, or he wanted."
"Don't get me wrong, we still very much care for each other and all, but he felt that we were being pushed into this by our parents, just like I felt."
"I'm sorry, Bonnie," Sami said in sympathy.
"Don't be; if you hadn't help me to get the courage to talk with him about it, I'd probably made a huge mistake, both of us would've, and gotten married. I'm just really thankful that I didn't wind up pregnant, ya' know?"
Well, Sami didn't know, of course, but said that she did.
"So what's your game plan now?" Sami asked, "Plan to play the field for a while?"
"Nah, I mean, I don't know; it's really not that important at the moment; I mean it's not like I'm really going to miss the sex, ya' know or anything," laughing a bit, "I mean, it was okay, but...well, you know, right?"
"Sort of," Sami answered, zipping her overnight bag afterwards.
Slipping out of her sleep shirt, Bonnie grabbed a bra from her drawer and slipped her arms through the straps, bending forward to slip her girls into the bra, then straightening up to clasp it behind her back.
"Well, you know all of my dirty laundry," Bonnie laughingly said, "when am I going to hear the details of your love life; you never talk about your boyfriends, or dating, or anything."
Sami chuckled, picked up her bag to walk out of the door, when she stopped, her hand on the knob; "Yeah, well maybe if you get me drunk enough, I'll fill your ears with tales of my exciting sex-life one day," and wishing each other well with class and the game, Sami left to meet Toni at the coffee kiosk in the square.
Looking up from the table in the square, T saw Sami walking fast towards her, bag in hand. T walked up to the kiosk and ordered a couple of coffees for her and Sami, handing Sami hers when she set her bag down at the table.
"Mornin' Glory," T jokingly said as they sat down, "What's new with you?"
Sami filled T in on the latest in her roommate's on-going drama with her family, both of them shaking their heads sadly afterwards.
"Just another reason for me to like chicks," T joked, her voice soft so that it could only be heard by Sami.
"Yeah, but T, that can go just as bad as with a guy; you know that," Sami said, "I mean, it's about relationships and interaction; the gender doesn't matter."
"Don't I know it," T said in response, "we bitches can be real bitches when we want to be," both laughing at the truthfulness of the statement, walking off together to the team bus.
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So much blood, so much fucking blood, Sami thought as T and some other teammates pulled Sami back from the net, back from a couple of the other team's players who were trying to get to Sami.
Coaches and officials were keeping the two teams apart, trying like hell to restore order to the melee that had broken out when Sami broke the opponent's nose.
The game had see-sawed back and forth, each team breaking the other's serve. One of the defenders on the opponent's team had been trash-talking throughout the entire game, more irritating and grating to the ears then it was successfully taking Sami's team out of their game.
T had set the ball perfectly, and a bit higher than usual, for Sami's kill-shot. Fueled by the adrenalin that results from close athletic competition, Sami jumped a bit higher than usual and with strength she didn't know she had, she slammed the ball hard across the net, catching the trash-talker hard in her face, knocking her to the gym floor.
Sami heard the bones break above the sound of the ball hitting the girl; she heard it in slow motion, as if the sound of each bone breaking was magnified. The trash-talker had covered her nose with her hands, blood spurting through her fingers, and her scream echoed inside of the cavernous gym.
Some of the other team charged the net and all hell broke loose before the officials and coaches could restore order. Assistants from both teams were busily trying to clean the blood from the gym floor so that no else would get hurt by stepping in it and slipping or something.
Order finally restore, the game was called, officially over and the victory going to Sami's team. Medical personnel from both teams were helping the girl to her feet and walking her towards the medical station.
"Come on Sami," one of her teammates was saying as she helped pull Sami from the net, "to the showers, Sami; let's get to the showers."
Sami stood under the hi-pressure shower head, the sound of the water, while loud to her ears, couldn't drown the sound of that girl's nose breaking. She fended off congratulatory remarks and the like from her teammates, but the blood; so much fucking blood.
"Sami, what the hell happened out there?" Coach asked in the after-game meeting, her teammates looking to her, now.
"I don't know, coach; T set me up for the kill shot and I guess the other girl didn't react fast enough to block it and got it in the face," a ripple of laugher from the team at that remark.
The laughter stopped with a quick, stern look from Coach, nobody daring to look him in the eye.
"So, you didn't try to purposefully hurt that girl, Sami?" Coach asked with his attention now back to Sami.
"No sir, Coach, I really didn't and I'm really sorry that she got hurt so bad," Sami answered, trying to sound contrite.
Sami did, of course, mean to slam the ball into trash-talker, but she thought she'd just knock her down, not really hurt her.