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helplessness. This time I wasn’t going take it.
    “That’s exactly what I intend to do,” I said, grinning.
    I could distinguish the writing on his gear as we closed the distance between him and us, and I could make out the mischievous, and taunting, crooked smile on his face. Somehow it felt somewhat familiar, but the tint of the visor made it difficult for me to see the rest of his face. Tilting my head and narrowing my eyes I snapped out, “What’s this guy’s problem?”
    The smirk on his face only grew. I stopped, took in the deepest breath and looked straight at him with every ounce of courage I could muster. “See anything you like?” I asked him, my heart pounding against my chest. What was going on with me?
    I tried to hide the nervousness in my voice, but his smile never gave. Confidence streamed out of every pore on his body. I turned my head the other way and tilted my nose toward the sky in an attempt to ignore him. He opened up the throttle and pulled off with a wheelie like he was some sort of dark prince. A shot of adrenaline pumped though my heart as he flew past us – leaving dust to billow in his wake – us being in the way of that wake.
    “Ugh, dust!” I exclaimed, patting wildly at my navy hockey skirt.
    The tension broke as Sam and I burst out in howling laughter at my reaction.
    “It’s that damn short skirt you’re wearing,” Sam laughed, teasingly pulling my skirt down toward my knees. “You know men can’t resist those killer legs,” she said, eyes rolling.
    I felt my ears flush and my cheeks turn scarlet. Sometimes, I was just like the girls I hated in that I also used my looks to get some attention. I sighed, disappointed in myself. I wasn’t built like any other sixteen year old girl. I fervently wished that I was tall and slim. Instead, I stood a meager five-foot-two and had short, curvy legs and an apple-shaped bottom. In addition, I was somewhat small busted. I quickly turned when the bike came to a swift stop between a group of boys, who were all highly amused, shouting and laughing. Sam ground her teeth together. I knew what the set in her jaw meant. I grabbed her arm to settle her anger. The dark prince continued to stare in our direction, and without removing his helmet he dismounted from his bike. I turned away.
    “I won’t satisfy him that easily,” I said out loud.
    “Well, that would be a first,” Sam mocked, opening her eyes wide.
    “Hey, that hurts,” I sneered.
    “The truth always hurts,” she said, staring me square in the eyes.
    It really did. Did I give in to my rapist? The horrible thought brought my guilt to the surface, my chest threatening to explode. I shoved it far down again. I could not think like that, even if it might have been true.
    “What?” I heard a voice behind us say.
    It was Maya, who was suddenly at our side. I glared at Sam. My anger at her comment twisted like a wire around my heart, squeezing the life out of it.
    “Touchy, are we?” Sam said as she glared back.
    She wasn’t joking anymore. The sarcasm in her voice was clearly noticeable. She looked away, saying to Maya that it was nothing, but I didn’t believe her.
    Maya raised her hands. “Did I interrupt something?” she asked, stepping backwards.
    “No, of course not,” I remarked, grabbing her shoulder and pulling her toward us. Sam had something on her mind – I wasn’t ready to hear it. I was thankful Maya was there to defuse the tension, before I told Sam how she could sometimes be the biggest bitch ever. I held on tightly to Maya’s arm, making sure she didn’t back off. Okay, so I cowered behind her, but Sam was a vicious girl; I didn’t stand a chance. Grateful that she was on my side, I gave her a slight smile. Sam then interlocked her arm on Maya’s other side. Maya was Minoan and approximately a year younger than we were. She played for one of the other schools’ hockey teams. Poseidon only had three schools: the Military School, the Arts and