Misjudged

The hockey ball made contact with the net for probably the 50th time since I arrived at the park and decided to check on my field hockey skills. I left the house before anyone was awake, it has been scratching my arse since I got the letter from my mother. The thought of her being a hockey player still shocked me. Why had she never told me? Is that why she always made sure she was at my every game?

I dribbled the ball with the stick for a while deciding to look up when I found Brandon standing next to the field, leaning with both his forearms on the fence while watching me. He made it difficult for me not to like him right now with those muscles bulging in his arms.

I started making my way towards where he was standing as my bags laid behind him on the ground. "You sure are talented." He said holding an energy drink out to me. "What are you doing here on a Saturday? Shouldn't you be in bed with a girl?" I asked taking the energy drink from him.

"If you haven't realized I dumped Clarissa, so my bed is empty for now." He said quirking an eyebrow.

"What, wasn't she good enough in bed?"

"Honestly, no. It felt like I was sleeping with an octopus." I tried to look shocked but I couldn't help but started to laugh. "You're not the clinging type of guy?" I asked through my laughing fit.

"Don't get me wrong I like it when a girl clings to my body when we at it." He started winking at me. "But I don't like it when the girl doesn't excite me."

"You're a jerk." I said bumping his shoulder with mine. "Tell me, would you like it when a guy is on top of you, driving in to you, he keeps on grunting but you feel like you are just there feeling absolutely nothing." I stared at him in amusement.

"She a loud moaner?"

"It sounded like I was pounding a pelican." I just couldn't stop myself from laughing. "That bad?"

"That bad." He admitted with a small smile looking at me.

"So, what's your next move? Already hunting girls in skirts?" I asked trying to get rid of this uncomfortable feeling.

"I get the feeling you think that I hunt leggy blonds in short skirts." He started with a chuckle. "Ah, is it because of my good looks and my awesome package?" I could only master a laugh. "You are obnoxious."

"No, I am just confident." He said getting up.

"Or just cocky." I muttered.

"What about my cock?"

"It's not even a week and you talk about your cock." I said leaving his side to get my bags. "Wow, what a dirty mouth."

"You seriously didn't make as a girl who washes her mouth out with soap, right?" I asked, lifting my bag up and slipping it over my shoulder. "So, are you going to tell me what you are doing here, especially this early?" We walked side by side through the park.

"As crazy as it seems, I like the park especially this early."

"Are you getting soft on me, Hills?" I asked trying to lift the mood. He just looked at me with amusement sparkling in his blue eyes.

"What made you decide to come out and practice?"

"Who says that I don't do this often?" He looked at me smirking.

"Well, enjoy your weekend." I said making my way towards the opposite side of the road that leads home. "Can I give you a ride or is that against the whole bad-ass-rebellious-way?"

"Are you here with your Dodge?" I asked turning back around facing him.

"What else would I be riding?" I looked at him amused. "Hey, it's the girl's job to do the riding." He said noticing my amusement.

"So, are you game?" He asked motioning his hand towards the car.

"What? Are you asking me to give you a ride you?" Brandon dropped his head back and let out a laugh. I just walked past him liking the way he sounds when he is laughing.

After Brandon sobered up, we got into his car and he drove me back to my place. "I have to say, Adams, it's quite fun hanging out with you." He said bringing the car to a stop, outside the house.

"I can honestly say the feeling is mutual." I winked at him before getting out and walking towards the front door. I turned and waved at him as he pulled off into the street, driving off. I dropped my hockey sports bag at the door and slipped off my shoes as I entered the house.

I walked over to the kitchen and entered, looking for something to eat when my father decided to walk in. "Jonah wasn't kidding." I heard my father say, I turned to him wearing a frown. "The bruises on your elbows." He said pointing at my elbows.

"Oh, yeah. I'm not really an ice-skater."

My dad just nodded and made himself a coffee, while I continued to butter my bread and taking a bite before looking back at him who was staring at me weirdly.

"What?" I asked raising my shoulders.

"I don't know if I should ask."

"Ask what?"

"The guy who dropped you off." My father never misses a thing. Except when his daughter was hurting.

"You didn't miss that, eh?" I asked hiding my smile behind my piece of bread. He just looked at me waiting for an answer.

"I'm sure Jaylin and Camille don't drive a car like that, so it only left me with a boy." I looked up at the ceiling and then back down at my dad who was waiting for me.

"His name is Brandon." I finally confessed. My dad nodded as he was processing the news and then he just pushed himself up from the counter.

"Well, he sure has a taste in cars." My dad said leaving the kitchen.