Road Rage by Cheri Crystal

Author:Cheri Crystal [Crystal, Cheri]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2013-02-02T16:00:00+00:00

Two weeks later, Caitlyn’s squad had an away game, and I had the day off. I couldn’t remember the last time I splurged on a day of beauty. By the time all was done, I felt like a brand new woman. With my fabulous new hairstyle and my earthy ginger painted fingers and toes, I treated myself to a new outfit and got fifty percent off. The new dark-brown slacks were lined for warmth and the ecru sweater hugged my curves while the color combination complimented my naturally red hair and light complexion. As an added bonus, I bought the brown leather boots I’d had my eye on for ages. It was the perfect day!

On the way to Caitlyn’s game, I sang along with every song on the radio, whether I knew the words or not. There was a good chance I’d run into Patrice after trying hard not to think about her since our fight, but even she couldn’t ruin my day. I felt like a million bucks. I hoped my daughter would recognize me.

I was excited about Caitlyn’s game that would decide the championships and arrived before her team. As I pulled my van into the parking lot, unfamiliar teachers and kids were leaving and entering the school building, so I figured I’d walk around inside waiting for the game to start. Guessing there would be less loitering outside the classrooms on the second floor, I climbed the steps two at a time. The effort was easy in my comfy new boots. Before I could turn around, the custodian stopped sweeping like he was about to either eat me up or ask if I was lost. I was gone before he had a chance to do either.

The rival school was twice the size of ours and before long I lost my bearings, but I needed to pee. I had two choices: find the girl’s room or use the teacher’s lounge. Without a soul in sight, I chose the teacher’s toilet, figuring it would be vacant, cleaner and why not pee in comfort. I never expected to bump into my nemesis coming out of one of the two stalls. She wiped her hands on a paper towel before crumbling it into a ball to throw in the wastebasket for a clean shot and turned when I gasped.

Patrice looked like she was about to die from shock. My feet were cemented to the floor. Neither of us spoke. We stared at each other, silent, the only sound the swishing of air in and out of my lungs and the strong beat of my heart. The only way for me to head into a stall was to brush past her. If I touched her even briefly, I’d combust. I hadn’t seen her dressed up in years. Here she stood in interview-style attire, wearing a sleek navy business suit, sapphire silk shirt and low-heeled gun-metal leather pumps with a bag to match. She held her ground like she owned it. I found this unsettling to say the least and totally sexy to be honest.

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