Skates Out // a Luis Mendoza Fan Fic

30. Come and get me

JJ.

Unlike what my sister had promised Oliver's men came to 'pick me up' a couple days after my fight with Mendoza. It wasn't really Jess's fault because there wasn't much she could have done but it still annoyed me. I was on the ice minding my own business when those morons came inside.

There were about ten of them, all dressed in kind of shabby clothes and they couldn't have been very bright because half of them came onto the ice without skates and the other half in that plastic crap they give visitors.

"Come on honey, don't make us hurt you." One of the called out to me as they stumbled their way across.
I rolled my eyes, "don't make me hurt you." On the regular ground they would have had me, I'd wouldn't have stood a chance. But on the ice? On my ice? They had no idea how big of a mistake they'd made.

"Jules!" I heard someone shout as they ran into the arena, "you-. Oh fuck."
I turned to see my sister run in a horrified look on her face.
I winked at her, "don't worry Jessy, this won't take long."
"No, it won't." One of the men growled lunging at me.

I pushed backwards gliding out of his way before making a sharp turn to avoid the grabbing hands if one of the others. Skating came as naturally as breathing to me, they'd picked the wrong space to try and mess with me.

"Do me a favour and go get Luis Mendoza will you?" I called to her, "I need to borrow his hockey stick."

Grinning to myself I leaped dramatically out of the way as another man ran at me, he went flying right into the goal that had been set up on the ice.

Score.

I swerved the next corner doing a jump and landing backwards to avoid getting shoved. The ones with shoes were hopeless, the ones with skates less so but still not nearly good enough. They made Mendoza look like a gold medalist at this game.

"Get back here you bitch!" One of the shouted charging towards me.
I laughed, "come and get me asshole."

Luis.

To tell you I got the shock of my life when I saw Jess running towards me feeling me JJ needed my stick was an understatement. What had shocked me considerably more was that it wasn't Igor she wanted to use it on but rather then ten grubby as hell men who were tripping over themselves on the ice in an attempt to catch her.

Looking completely relaxed JJ skates circles around them laughing her ass off at their pathetic attempts to grab her. I waved to get her attention, "catch!"

She snatched the stick out of the air tipping herself back to duck under someone's arm before standing back up right again. "I'll give it back to you in a second!"

JJ made her way towards her first victim hooking my stick through his leg and sending him crashing forwards right on his face. It did not look comfortable.

She moved onto the next guy hacking the stick at his feet and wiping them out from underneath him. As he fell flat on his ass hitting his head on the ice she continued.

In a similar way JJ knocked each and every one of those assholes over until they were all lying on the floor unable to get up. She skated over ti me opening the rink door and stepping off the ice.

"Trying to catch me on my own rink. Imagine that." She muttered amused shaking her head at the sight of them.
I snorted slinging my arm around her shoulder, "fucking idiots."
"You can say that again." JJ agreed as the security guards came sprinting into the room, "huh. Perfect timing too."

It was no surprise that her sister had disappeared the moment any sign of law enforcement had shown up but JJ didn't looked particularly caught up about it. "Do you want to go to the beach?" She asked as we walked away from the u finding chaos. "I'm feeling a bit restless."

I nodded ecstatic that she wanted to go anywhere with me, "sure. Do you want to change first?"
JJ nodded, "yeah we'll meet in half an hour at the front of my hotel."

Once I'd showered and gotten I to something other than my kit I went to meet her, she was sitting in the lobby sipping on a coke waiting for me. JJ was wearing a white, shirt summer dress and a navy cardigan. Her hair surprisingly was not tied back in a long ponytail but hung loosely around her shoulders. She looked beautiful.

"You look nice." I told her surprising both JJ and myself.
She frowned inspecting her outfit in the mirror, "ha ha, very funny."
Jesus I must have been a real ass to her if she didn't believe I would compliment her, "no JJ I meant it."
Her eyes widened slightly, "oh. Um thanks i guess." She answered looking uncomfortable.

JJ.

Oh. Um thanks I guess? Could I get any lamer? Jesus how embarrassing was I? But the fact that he had given me a compliment had thrown me way off guard because there was no way.

I was used to insults, they were easy to retaliate against I usually always had something to fire back. But this was different.

With Igor it had been easier because I knew the only thing that interested him about me was that I was pretty. So I'd also know that his compliments were superficial because that was all he cared about.

But I wasn't used to getting compliments from him and the fact that we openly disliked one another and now he was giving me a compliment for no reason other than he just wanted to? That surprised me, because he had meant it, he'd told me so and I believed him because contrary to how he could act Mendoza wasn't actually an ass at heart. He was just an ass to me.

I on the other hand was a bitch at heart, it was just a part of me, but I liked it. It kept snakes and assholes far away from me.

We'll except this asshole I guess? He didn't seem to care when I was shitty to him, he knew how to take it. Which was why it was fair of him to dish it back out. I respected that, besides I liked having someone to argue with. Mendoza more than most if I was really thinking about it.

"Are you alright?" He asked pulling me back to the beach.
I nodded, "yeah I'm fine, just thinking."
"About what happened on the ice?" Mendoza continued.
"Yeah." I lied, "that."

"Don't worry about that, you're going to be okay." He told me reassuringly.
"Thanks." I told him, unsure of what Wiese to say.

But I'd already known that. My parents, my real parents wouldn't let them do anything to me. Oliver would have hell to pay if he laid a finger on me. And more importantly niether would I, I knew how to fight my own battles pretty well now.

"I won't let any-."
I cut him off quickly, I couldn't hear this right now, all this niceness was confusing me. "Race you."
I could see something spark up in his eyes, "you're on Jerome."

And just like that we were sprinting down the beach all earlier heaviness quickly dissolving.