The next day was Sunday so Lin, me and Mick
head out and do our thing about eleven. After dropping Lin off at the mall we
went to the park so Bean and Phire could run around and sniff other butts and
the like. When we got back we did some playing of our own until it was time to
head back and deal with Sunday dinner. Thankfully it went without all the drama
of Saturday. It’s a good thing I hung out with Mick and got some love, I really
needed it and I’m sure Lin got her some too.
I take a deep breath for the twelfth time on
the way to school. Yeah it’s Monday and our date with the lovely wonderful
magnanimous
We find the class easy enough since it’s on
the bottom floor. As we look around at the filling class Mr. Cade hands us a
student handbook and locker numbers with combination. This buzzer thing sounds
and the last stragglers come in while we’re stuck having to stand in front of
the class to be introduced, yay. Mr. Cade closes the door and the chatter comes
down to a murmur, of course with people looking at us and whispering to their
friends. I don’t need all of these eyeballs looking in our direction. I look at
the guys eyein’ Lin like she’s easy. I may have to mix it up with some of them
sooner or later. The chicks are checkin’ her out too, probably puttin’ her in
some kind of group in their heads. She’s not into prissy for school, she saves
that for James. I’m like who gives a fuck about what they think of what we
wear. Lin chose to go punk schoolgirl today, a white princess cut short sleeved
button down with the bottom three button done (she likes to pimp the cleavage)
with a Ramones tank underneath. She’s rockin’ a classic school issue black and
red plaid skirt that’s just short enough to be cute but not slut-cute and
heeled steel-toe polished leather boots that scream punk chic. And of course
her accessories are metal, wallet chain, bracelets, and this really kick ass
choker that has a skull and crossbones mom bought her last year on our
birthday. Her hair’s in a loose braid and half of it is hanging over her
shoulder. She totally owns this look. I myself went with the classic look of
faded hella-nice fitting blue jeans and a fresh tight white tee that hugs me
just right. I even have the sleeves folded up like back in the day when the
tough guys would keep their smokes tucked in the sleeve ‘cause ya didn’t put
them in your pocket. Yeah, James Dean was one cool cat. I pulled the hair back
into a low ponytail and even used a little product this morning to keep it in
place.
“Class we have a pair of new students. Their
names are Kalin and, uh,”
“Senin,” I say to spare him the chance of
pronouncing it wrong.
“Senin, yes, thank you,” Mr. Cade says,
“They’re transferring in from
The class goes back to their chatter as we
take seats at the back of the class. The school’s daily news comes on over the
plasma flat screen above the dry erase board and just like at NJ, no one pays
attention until the sports section comes on. I look down at my schedule just
because I don’t care. We have all of the same classes except our last when Lin
goes to choir and I to comp lab. The news ends and that buzzer thing goes off
to start the actual school day. We head out last and Mr. Cade gives us the
general idea of where our classes are situated. First period is advanced math.
Yeah, what a way to start the day.
We come to our class and the teacher gives us
a look before Lin tells her we’re her new students. The lady, Mrs. Bavel asks
for our schedules and initials them (for some reason we have to turn them in at
the end of the week) before pointing to two empty desks towards the back of the
class. Between the empty desks is the most gorgeous hunk of dark chocolate I’ve
ever seen. Sorry, Tyson and all them others don’t hold a candle to what I’m
lookin’ at in my math class. Even sitting down I can tell he’s yummy all over. He’s
got like micro dreads that makes him look…ooook, need to calm down since these
jeans are form fitting meaning they will
show a hard-on. I keep looking at him then it clicks in my head that I’ve seen
him before. He’s the star quarterback. I got dragged to one of the games this
past season and it was against Brentworth. He’s very good, they won by a
touchdown. Lin walks down the isle to the right of him and I to the left. Just
as Lin gets to her seat he stands up. He’s taller than Tom and just…fuckin’ ripped. His dreads go down to the small
of his back and are neatly tied back and laying against that…sweet….cut…yeah I
gotta sit down.
“You can take this seat,” he says to Lin, his
voice deep and like a smooth stream. Oh hell I bet he sounds good when he
moans. Lin smiles at him and he smiles back, hot damn! Lin sits down next to me
and glances in my direction. I shrug, hey why not go for it. He’s got manners
at least. I look towards the front of the class just in time to catch a pair of
familiar eyes looking back at me…shit
it’s jackass. He groans and makes his way down the isle. He stops in front of
Lin’s desk.
“That’s DC’s seat,” he says to her.
“I gave it to her Jason,” DC replies. Jason
looks over at him and gorgeous dark chocolate just looks at him. The jackass
nods then goes and sits down behind her. That’s right jackass, bow down to the
sexy dark chocolate.
Lin looks in his direction again, “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, um…”
“Kalin, Kalin Troy. Just call me Lin.”
“Pleasure to meet you Lin. My name is-,”
“DC!” some of the guys in the class call out,
must be jocks. He smiles and shakes his head.
“Demetrius Cane, but as you can tell I mostly
go by DC.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you as well
Demetrius,” Lin says extending her hand. Gorgeous dark chocolate takes her hand
in his and brings it to his lips. Lin smiles then remembers that she has a
brother, “Oh, this is my frat Senin.”
Sexy chocolate leans over, “’Sup.”
I give him a nod, “’Sup,” why us guys do that
I have no clue. I feel jackass lookin’ in my direction and I don’t even bother
to acknowledge it. I face the front and come face to face with a obviously gay
guy who’s all smiles at me.
“My name’s Jay, you have an awesome name by the way.”
“Thanks.”
“So you guys just moved here?”
“Uh, yeah, we transferred from
“On man that’s gotta suck,” he giggles at that
for a second, “changing schools this late in the year.”
“Yeah, it couldn’t be helped.”
“Well, hope things go well for you for the
rest of the year,” he says. Yeah, this one’s a gossip queen.
The class starts and the teacher goes over the
lesson with my only paying it half mind since we did this three weeks ago at
NJ. Then she tells up to pair up and work on the problems in the book for the
rest of class. Jay turns around and plops his book on my desk.
“So I heard you two came to school with the
Marksin hotties,” he says leaning in close.
“Yeah, we live with them.”
“Ooo, I bet that’s nice,” he says and I snort,
“What, you get to live with two of the most eligible guys in Brentworth, what’s
so bad about that?”
“I’d rather be living with DC over there than
the jackass,” I say then look down and finish off a couple of problems.
“Mmm hmm, I can totally agree with you there. That is some hunk of sexy hot chocolate,” Jay says then copies my answers,
“You sister would agree as well.”
I look over and see Lin pointing at something
in his book, “Oh yeah.”
“She better be careful though, DC’s girlfriend
is one jealous chickie let me tell you.”
“Lin can handle herself,” I say and finish the
rest of the problems. Jay chats and copies my work telling me about some of the
other people in the class. When he’s done he takes our papers and puts them on
the teacher’s desk then comes back to talk more. Mrs. Bavel looks in our
direction a second then starts grading our papers. Not long after DC gets up
and hands in his and Lin’s papers. He moves so gracefully, I can see why he’s
good at being a quarterback.
“So what’s your next class?” Jay asks when I
actually look him in his green eyes.
“We’ve got history with uh, Mr. Sloan.”
“Ug AP History. I feel for ya, I really do.
He’s brutal,” Jay says, “He loves to give out essays.”
“As long as they aren’t ten pages a week like
my last teacher we’ll be fine.”
“What? Really? Ten pages a week?” Jay says wide-eyed.
“Yup. It wasn’t too bad though,” I say.
“Hey how did you know all of that crap Mrs.
Bavel was talking about? Did you already learn it?”
“Yeah, like three weeks ago.”
“Damn.”
“Jay Hollings, do not use such language in my
classroom again,” Mrs. Bavel says. Some of the kids around us snicker.
“I am so
sorry Mrs. Bavel,” he says all obnoxious and flaming-like, “never happen
again, promises!” Yeah….
The buzzer goes off signaling the end of class
just as she gives homework. Jay follows us down the hall mouth running the
entire time until he breaks off to walk down another hall.
“How is it that you get the chatterboxes,” Lin
asks as we walk towards a stairwell.
“How is it you get the hot ones.”
She shrugs, “I’ve got it like that. You, just
look too good not to talk to.”
“Funny Lin,”
“I know I am,” she says as we climb the stairs
to AP History.
Lunchtime comes and with it a true look at
school life here at Brentworth. Lin and I walk into this humongous cafeteria
that has all the bells and whistles of a damn restaurant. Why the fuck do high
school kids need damn table cloths and place settings? We get through the line
and find a table somewhat off from the mass of people. You could spot the
typical cluster cliques, the geeks, the cheerleaders sitting as close as
possible to the athletes, of course football players are a clique to
themselves, the snobby chicks and their poser-like boyfriends, yeah, this
brings back memories of being glad that we could eat off campus back at NJ. As
we sit, we spot gorgeous dark chocolate and an equally hot chick sittin’ next
to him all nice and snug. I take a look at Lin and she shrugs.
“He told me he had a chick,” she says picking
the olives out of her salad, “He is nice though.”
“And fuckin’ hot to boot,” I say grabbing my
bottle water.
“Well duh,”
she says and smiles. We scan the rest of the crowd and spot Chase and three
others coming in our direction. Me and Lin take a look at each other.
“Mind if we join you?” Chase asks.
“Knock yourself out,” I say and take a swig.
Chase and the others sit down, Chase next to me and some guy with short green
hair next to Lin.
“Rumor has it you and DC are a thing now
cutie,” says the green haired guy. Lin and I give him a look.
“Who are you again?” Lin says.
“My bad,” he says, “Tate Michaels. That’s
Brad,” he says pointing at the brunette on the other side of Chase, “and the
redhead’s Tony,” we nod at them and Brad and Tony go back to their
conversation.
“Well it should be obvious that rumor isn’t
true Tate,” Lin says looking over at DC and his chick.
“He probably likes you better than his chick
though,” Tate says snagging an olive from her plate, “You’re hot.”
“I’m not startin’ any drama Tate so you can go
tell the rumor mill it’s not true.”
“So you got a man?”
“Why do you care?”
Tate puts his hands over his heart faking
being hurt, “Aw come on babe, just makin’ nice.”
“My name is Kalin,” she says, “Remember it.”
Tate gives her a salute, “Yes ma’am,” Lin
rolls her eyes and goes back to her salad. Tate looks in my direction, “I hear
you play soccer. You tryin’ out next week?”
“Hell no,” I say taking the lettuce from my
chicken salad sandwich, “Then I’d have to deal with his brother a lot more than
I care to,” I say nodding my head in Chase’s direction.
“Jason’s a good player,” Tate says taking
another olive from Lin.
“And a jackass,” I say then take a bite of my
sandwich, “Besides when was the last time this school won state?”
“Uh…”
“Exactly,” I say, “We’ve won it the last three
years in a row.”
“Shit, you’re from NJ?”
“Yeah.”
“Why’d ya move here then? Ow! What’d ya kick
me for Chase?”
I look over at Chase, he looks down at his
hamburger then I look back at Tate, “Our…parents died in a wreck. We’re stayin’
with our dad’s co-worker that we’ve known all our lives basically.”
“Oh, sorry ‘bout that.”
“It’s ok.”
The table is silent for a while then a noise
gets our attention. We all look over and see DC’s chick stand up and slap him
hard. The cafeteria goes quiet. She yells at him then stomps out of the
cafeteria. All eyes are on the football table for a moment then the regular
babble filters back.
“On guard,” I tell Lin. She nods and takes a
sip of her water. Tate looks back and forth between us.
“Is that some kind of twin language?” he asks.
“Are you always this nosy?” Lin asks giving
him a look.
“Sorry ma’am, shutting up now.”
“Good boy,” she says and hands him an olive.
The others laugh. Yeah, my twin’s got skills like that.
Things go back to normal then I catch Chase
looking in my direction, “Are you really not gonna play because of what
happened in the playoffs?” he asks while the others are busy with their own
conversations.
“Both of them are on the team. I don’t want
that kind of drama Chase, sorry.”
“Senin Troy,” a voice comes from behind me
startling our table. I turn around and see a man with a slightly protruding
stomach and graying hair with a whistle around his neck. Shit, it’s their coach.
“Uh, yes?”
“I’ll be seeing you next week on the field,”
he says like a command.
“No than-,”
“This is not up for discussion
“Oh hell
no!”
“Don’t make this hard son,” the coach says.
“There’s nothin’ hard about it. You’re fuckin’ players damn near ended my career
last season and you honestly think I’m gonna play on the same team with them? You’ve gotta be out of
your fuckin’ mind!”
“Leave my brother alone,” Lin says standing
up, “He doesn’t want to play on your lousy team so get lost.”
“This doesn’t concern you missy so go back to
your boy toy,” he says.
I stand up and shove him, “Do not talk to my sister like that you
fuckin’ asshole,” I say. That brings people over and getting between us. Chase
is standing close beside me holding my arm. If I weren’t pissed I’d be glad to
see DC standing in front of me blocking that ass from my sight. I try to shrug
off Chase’s hand but he keeps a grip on me. There’s a buzz of talk all around
and I hear another voice that sounds like an authority figure. I look around DC
and see a man in a sharp looking suit talking with the coach. He puts his hand
on DC’s arm and sexy chocolate steps aside bringing me in full view of him.
“Come with me Senin,” the man says and walks
off with the coach behind him.
“Better go,” DC says to me. Damn he sounds as
good as he looks, “Coach Rem will make it worse for you if you don’t hurry.”
“I can not fucking believe this!” I shout for
the umpteenth time while standing beside Chase’s car. I face the corvette and
kick the tire.
“Hey watch it, that’s my baby you’re kickin’,”
comes Chase. Lin is not far behind and flocked be a group of girls. She’s great
at making friends.
“Sorry Chase,” I say stepping back from the
car. I spent my fourth period class in the principal’s office with Coach Rem
and the athletic director. All of those fuckers are in on this shit. Basically,
I’ll be playing on that damn team or else I’ll be suspended for two weeks for
assaulting a teacher and they’ll make sure that anyone that looks at me will
know my “violent history with authority figures”. I’m bein’ fuckin’ blackmailed by this school to play for
them! What the fuck??? We get in and Chase starts the engine. I saw the jackass
leave already with that dick Kurt, “They’re blackmailin’ me to play on the
fuckin’ team. What the fuck is up with this school Chase?”
“A whole lot of people with money, they like
to see results, that’s what’s up.”
“Shit then I’m droppin’ out,” I say Lin turns
around and glares at me, “Ok…I’m not. Stop lookin’ at me like that.”
“You’ll just have to make the best of it,”
Chase says as we pull out of the parking lot.
“I’m not playin’ against NJ,” I say looking
out of the window. Man what a shitty first day.
The rest of the week goes by fast. Of course
when something happens that I’m not gonna like time flies by. Lin flirted with
DC in math class, damn he’s got a smile on him. Jay ran his mouth every chance
he got, Chase and his friends sat with us at lunch, Chase always sitting next
to me. Hell I’m not complainin’ on that one. I did notice that Lin was gettin’
some looks from a group of chicks. They’re probably part of DC’s ex-chickie’s
group. Yeah she dumped him that day in the cafeteria. Why no other chicks are
crawlin’ all over each other to get with him, I don’t know. Now it’s Monday
again and that buzzer’s about to sound ending school…and beginning my torture.
Coach Rem had his eyes and ears on me the entire day making sure I wasn’t
trying to skip out on tryouts. Fuck. I had wanted to conviently leave my bag at
home but Chase wouldn’t let me, telling me to just get it over with and he’ll
be watching. Well, maybe it won’t be that bad…
I get out to the field and see several other
people as well as people in the stands in clusters, mostly chicks scopin’ out
the players. I see Lin and Chase sitting up near the top, some groupie chicks
hang around Chase and my sis chats with her crew. I drop my bag just off from
the others and take out my cleats. As I’m tying them I hear jackass and dick
laughing. I look up and see them looking at me. Jackass sneers. Hey, it’s not
like I want to be here. Yeah, this is
gonna be so much fun.
“You are Senin, right?” comes an accented
voice. I look to my left, holy shit. Nice…very nice… Dark brown hair and
crystal blue eyes that make you stare at them. His lean physique tells me he
plays on a regular basis.
“Yeah, I’m Senin,” I say standing up, “Are you
trying out as well?”
“I was actually recruited to play for this
school. My name is Nikita. I’m from
“They’re recruiting people to play for them?”
“It is to help boost the exchange program
between this school and foreign schools. In my school we were shown a video of
you playing football and how popular it is among people my age so I agreed to
come.”
“Wow. I didn’t even know I was being taped.”
“It was during a tournament that was held last
year.”
“The Briton Cup?”
“Yes, that is the one.”
“Whoa.”
“But they said that you played for a
“No I loved it there. I, we, had to move.”
“We?”
“Me and my sister. Our parents were killed in
a crash not too long ago and so we’re living with our guardian now.”
“I am sorry.”
“It’s ok.”
“Would you care to warm up with me?”
“Sure,” oh hell yeah I’ll warm you up you
delicious piece of Russian yummy. Nikita and I stretch and chat about the
sport, he’s talking a lot about my skills and how several of his teammates back
home liked me. Yay, I’ve got a fan base in
“Ya ready for some laps?” I ask the Russian
treat. He smiles and nods at me. We walk onto the track and start our run. As
we go I see some of the others lookin’ at us like what the fuck. Yeah dicks we
run before we start any drills at NJ.
“Do they not run here?” Nikita asks me as we
pass by a group passing balls between them.
“I really couldn’t tell ya. I know at
“Do you miss your old school?”
“Yeah, those guys are awesome. We really
worked as a team. I don’t know about this crowd.”
“Will we play against them?”
“Yeah,” I say as we come into the front
straight, “but I’m not playin’ in that game. I don’t want to play against my
friends.”
“It is hard playing against friends,” Nikita
says as we start on our second lap, “It happens a lot back home. We play our
best and at the end of the game we meet and have fun. We understand that it
can’t be helped.”
“I guess you’re right, but I don’t think I
could. They know how I feel about this school. I didn’t want to play at all.”
“Why not?”
“I didn’t want to be on a team that
intentionally tries to hurt other players,” I point over to jackass and dick,
“See that one with the blonde hair in the black shorts next to that guy in the
red shorts?” he nods, “He took me out in the semifinal game last year. We won,
but I was out for the championship game.”
“He did not apologize I take it.”
“Not at all. The guy next to him thought it
was funny.”
“He was penalized yes?”
“Yeah, he can’t play in the season opener and
he got booted from that game.”
“There are some bad people in this sport,” he
says as we come out of the back stretch.
“Hey, you two gonna quit runnin’ so we can
start?” one of them calls out. We come off the track and meet the glares of
several of the vet players. This is gonna be a fun workout.
“You looked good out there Sen,” Lin says as I
walk up to her and Chase at his car. I drop my bag and take the bottle of water
she hands out. Those fuckers thought they were cute tryin’ to make me screw up
during practice. They tried to screw up Nikita as well. He said he was used to
players trying to make others look bad and just used it to make himself look
better when they fucked up. I liked how he said that, it was so cute. Yay, I’ve
got a friend, a hot one at that.
Once the first half hour was done that bastard
coach called us in and gave us a talk then split us up for a light scrimmage.
Of course it was the new guys versus the vets. I think the bastard wanted me on
the vet team but he knew better. I’m supposed to be “trying out”. The scrimmage
took an hour and us newbies scored two to one, much to the dislike of the vets
and the coach. The vets had to run two miles after the scrimmage while us newbs
were done for the day. My Russian treat and I packed up and watched the vets do
their first half mile before heading off the field. Normally I’d run after
practice, but I wasn’t gonna risk it with those guys.
“Please tell me we aren’t waiting for
jackass,” I say. He didn’t ride to school with us and I forgot what kind of
ride he has.
“No, he picked up his car from the shop this
morning,” Chase says picking up my bag and putting it in the car.
“Sweet,” I say getting into the back seat. The
ride home pretty much consisted of Lin givin’ me the rundown of the people in
the stands and how similar Nikita’s style was to mine. I told her about the
exchange program he was here through. I did notice Chase lookin’ back at me
from time to time in the rearview while we were talkin’ about my Russian treat,
what’s up with that?
We get home and I take a shower and knock out
some homework while we’re waiting for jackass to show up. Rebitcha is still out
of town, yay. She left last Wednesday. I hope they keep her. Just as I finish
the last of my math homework I hear the door slam and footsteps stomping up the
stairs. I get up and walk to my door just in time to see jackass pass by all
nice and irritated. I smirk as he walks into his room. Lin comes out of her
room and smiles. He slams his door and we burst out laughing. I might enjoy
this stint on this team after all.
A half an hour later we sit down to chicken
alfredo with homemade breadsticks. Hell yeah this man can cook! “So how was the first day of tryouts?” Tom asks twirling
fettuccini on his fork. No we didn’t tell him about what happened last week. I
don’t need him worrying about me. Fortunately that jackass doesn’t know either,
how I don’t know.
“It was ok,” I say dipping a piece of bread in
the sauce, “We had a scrimmage against the vets and won,” I could feel the
corners of my lips turn up.
“That’s because drama queen and his little
princess were hoggin’ the ball,” jackass grumbles.
“It’s not my fault you sucked today,” I say
popping the bread in my mouth.
“Senin,” Tom says.
I swallow, “What? They weren’t workin’
together at all today and they’re supposed to be the veterans on the team? A
bunch of guys that have never played together beat them like they played
together on a regular basis. I know my skills, Nikita knows his, and the others
knew how to play their spots,” I look over at jackass, “Besides, I didn’t even
take a shot on the goal the whole time, I didn’t have to. The people I played
with knew what they were doing. I think they call that teamwork, or something like that. You guys should try it sometime.
I hear it works.”
“Senin,” Tom's givin' me a look. What, I can't
help it that I can play well with people that don't try to fuck me over.
“Well it’s not like he’s lying Tom,” Lin comes
in, “The vets were playing sloppy, like they already won the game and didn’t
need to try. That’s probably why they had to run afterwards. If I were the
coach I’d make ‘em run too.”
Tom looks at both of us and shakes his head.
Of course my twin’s gonna have my back. Dinner goes on with the occasional
muttering of something from jackass but I chose to ignore it. I know tomorrow’s
gonna be tougher than today and I say bring it the fuck on.
“Shit,” I say sitting up.
“The veterans must really not like you Senin,”
Nikita says coming over to me extending a hand. I take it and let him haul me
up. It’s the last day of “tryouts” and the vets are goin’ all out to try and
fuck me over. My Russian treat is still nursing some bruised ribs from
Tuesday’s practice. The goalie felt the need to slam into him sayin’ that he
was goin’ for the ball. What a load of horse shit. Some bald headed dick just
tripped me up and the main dick Kurt just “happened” to be there to make sure I
fell. When are these fuckers gonna grow up? Half of the sixteen players that
started Monday are left, many of them not likin’ the way the vets were playing
and wanted nothing to do with it. I don’t blame them. I wish I could just walk
away too.
“Get a move on
“
I snort, “Give it a rest bastard you know why I’m here.”
“Cut it out
“Do you have anything important to say, ‘cause
if not, I’m out of here.”
“Just that the scouts have had their eyes on
you two and can’t wait to see you in action during the season. This is a good
team and the two of you will make a great addition,” the bastard looks at me,
"Try and keep yourself out of trouble in the meantime ok
“Whooptie fuckin’ do! Can we go now?”
“Yes you can go.”
I take off with Nikita not too far behind me,
“I have a feeling there is something more to that conversation yes?” he asks as
we pick up our bags.
“Yeah there is but I can’t say anything more
about it other than that. No one’d believe me if I did.”
“I would.”
I look at him. Damn he's so fuckable right
now, “Not here.”
We gather our stuff and walk a ways up the
field and then along the walkway that is along side of the school’s main
building then I stop and look around, the teacher parking lot was practically
empty and there was a solid brick wall to our right, “I have to play or else
they’ll make it so no one wants to recruit me in college.”
“Why?”
“Fuck I don’t know. My first day here the
coach came up to me stating that I was going to play for him and I told him
where he could stuff that notion. My sister did the same and he felt the need
to open his mouth to her and I gave him a shove and so I’m stuck on the team. I
think they think by having me on their team they’ll be able to make state.”
Nikita sighs, “I never thought those types of
things happened over here.”
“They happen back at home?”
“Yes, but it is not with the schools, the
football clubs do things like that to get players. Fortunately the club that I
played for didn’t do such things.”
“So now you know why I’m here.”
“I am sorry that you have to deal with
something like that Senin.”
“I’ll get through it, somehow.”
“I’ll help,” he says smiling.
“Thanks Nikita,” damn I want to wreck him
right now, “You’ve got a nice smile. You model on the side or somethin’?
“I did for a little while, but then I started
to focus more on football.”
“Cool,” I so
want to fuck him right now.
“Well look who it is,” comes that irritating
voice, “It’s the drama queen and his little princess.”
I turn and see jackass and the dick walking up
the walkway, “Don’t you have a dog to fuck or something?”
“I bet you do that when you go over to
Mick’s,” he says. The two stop just shy of personal space, “Don’t think just
‘cause you made it through tryouts that you’re gonna make the team. We don’t
care for drama queens like you,” he looks over Nikita, “Princesses either,” he
says and knocks into my shoulder as they walk past. I roll my eyes and look at
Nikita.
“Why
did he call you a drama queen?”
“That’s because he thought I was being
overdramatic when I was rolling around on the ground thinking that my ankle was
broken when Kurt swept me. We got a penalty kick and that eventually led us to
win the game.”
“Why did he call me a princess?”
I sigh, “He’s a jackass. Don’t worry about
it.”
“…Oh…”
I arch a brow at him, “Why, what’d you think
he meant?”
“I thought he meant about,” he looks around
before leaning closer, “about me liking guys.”
“You…like guys?”
pleasesayyespleasesayyespleasesayyes….
He nods and blushes a little, “Yes.”
Amen halleluiah peanut butter! “Well, that’s
something else we have in common.”
“Really?”
I smile and nod.
Monday comes around again and we’re sittin’ in
homeroom when they announce who made this season’s team. I spend the time with
my face buried in a book. I feel eyeballs in my direction. They must have said
my name. I look up and sure enough, everyone in the class is lookin’ at me. I
look back down at my book.
“Congratulation Senin,” Mr. Cade says, “I
didn’t think you were the athletic type.”
Uh, hello, I didn’t get this hot physique by
chance you dumbass. I decided to sport some tight blue jeans and an Infected
Mushroom shirt and leavin’ the hair to hang free. I turn the page in my book.
The buzzer goes off and thankfully I don’t have to say anything. In the halls I
get nods from people. I’m polite and nod back. We come to math class and DC
congratulates me. I’d rather he congratulate me by doing some oh so wicked
things, but Lin’s laid claim to him
so I can only ogle and keep in the drool over that bod. He is a hot piece of yummy dark chocolate. He better be nice to Lin,
I’d hate to have to mix it up with him…I’m sure I’d lose that fight. So far,
none of DC’s ex-chickie’s girls have tried anything. Jay told me that the chick
that sits in the front row at the door’s one of her peeps so I think Lin’s
keepin’ a low profile on likin’ him. She doesn’t want to bring the drama and I
don’t blame her. She’s not goin’ out of her way to flaunt herself at him so
that chick can run back to Lisa (Jay told me her name) with crap. I have no
problem protectin’ Lin, but when it comes to chicks, I can’t get involved. My
folks taught me not to hit a female unless she is absolutely trying to kill
you, then all bets are off. Yeah Lin got away with a lot of punches when we were younger.
Jackass comes into the room and just
conviently kicks me desk as he walks by. I pay him no mind as he scares Jay,
“Who’s dick did you suck to get a spot on the team so I can go kick their ass,”
he asks sitting down. Lin turns around in her seat and stares at him hard.
“Why don’t you get over yourself Jason.
Senin’s definitely a better player than you or did you forget that every
scrimmage you guys had the vets lost,”
she says. The other jocks clown on him about it and DC grins. Jackass opens his
mouth to say something to her and I turn in my seat and shoot him a look. Go
ahead jackass, say somethin’ smart to Lin and see don’t I mess you up. He looks
over at me.
“Do you always let your sister do the talking
for you drama queen?”
“That’s enough Jason,” Mrs. Bavel says closing
the door as the buzzer sounds, “I will not have any of that nonsense today, right
now you all have a pop quiz.”
The class lets out a groan as Mrs. Bavel hands
out the quiz. Gee, I wonder how I saw this coming…oh yeah, no one was paying
much attention Friday when she was covering material. Lin and I already know it
so it’s no big for us. Paying attention does have its advantages. I breeze
through it and look over at Lin the same time she looks at me and we smile. I
might start paying actual attention…next week.
“Senin and Kalin, since the two of you appear
to be finished then you can bring your papers up to the front,” Mrs. Bavel
says. We get up and take our papers to her desk, “Not so fast, you two can
stand here while I grade them.”
Lin and I look at each other while some of the
others smother giggles. We look at her as she goes over our papers with a fine
tooth comb. Geez lady, we’ve covered this or were you not payin’ our first day in when I said that we were three weeks ahead of your lesson plan. After a few
minutes she looks up at us.
“It seems that the pair of you already know
this material,” she says. Duh!
“Yes ma’am,” Lin responds.
“Well then you two won’t mind teaching today’s
lesson then,” that got some laughs out of the others. Mrs. Bavel looks over the
class, “You have these two to thank for there being no curve since they both received one hundreds,” that gets groans
from the class. Hey, it’s not our fault we know this stuff. A few minutes later
she calls time and everyone passes their papers to the front. She makes me and
Lin collect them then she hands over her lesson plan to Lin. Mrs. Bavel then
gets up and goes and takes a seat in my chair, “Well, we’re waiting.”
I look at the lesson plan, oooo yay, we’re
talking about sin and co sin, “Which one?”
“Long.”
“Cool,” I say. I take a seat in Mrs. Bavel’s
chair and Lin starts going over the traditional way to do sin and co sin. I
take a glance at the class and, to my surprise, they look like they’re getting
it. Lin puts up a couple of problems and works them out fully then hands over
the blue dry erase marker to me. I get up and show them all the possible
shortcuts. When I go over one I ask them if they get it and they nod, ones that
don’t raise their hand and I answer their question before showing them another
method. Hey, our teacher made it easy to understand this stuff and all of his
classes were pulling ‘A’ averages. When we finished we gave them the sample
problems Mrs. Bavel had planned to give for homework and got them done with
five minutes of class time to spare. Hell yeah, we rock! Mrs. Bavel was torn
between shock and embarrassment that we were able to teach the class and they
got it. It’s all twin power baby! She didn’t give us homework and the class let
out cheers as the buzzer sounds. Of course she gives us the eye as we leave.
It’s that ‘you got lucky today’ type eye. She can get over it. This is gonna be
a good week.
Shockingly enough practice with the dicks is
tolerable. They still give me and Nikita looks, but now they realize that we’re
on the team and the goal is to win games. Two whole weeks go by and other than
the usual dings from practice, we come out injury free. Of course they don’t
way a word to us once practice is over, but hey, it’s not like I care. Now we
have one more week before our first match of the season against Pinnings. I
hear they have a good team this year. I call and talk to my friends on the NJ
squad from time to time. They were surprised that I was playing but knew that I
couldn’t just not play. There’s still a lot of time before practice with the
Sundevils club starts and this really is the best way to stay in shape.
I’ve noticed that they dicks are getting more
aggressive as the days wind down to the start of the season. Well, it’s more
like the main dick Kurt is getting agitated that he can’t play in the season
opener. And, of course, the reason he can’t play just happens to be on the same team with him, how nice. Yeah I was
waitin’ for this to happen. The hits are getting harder in practice, almost
like that of tryouts. Today just happened to be a shitty day for me and Lin; I
dozed off in math and history. My
brain totally froze on me writing an in-class essay for English so I know what
I wrote is more-or-less a bunch of crap, Lin’s locker got stuck on her and she
ended up in detention, Chase wasn’t able to sit with us at lunch like he normally
does (but DC did to Lin’s delight),
chicks are givin’ Lin the evil eye now since the chick from our math class was
at our lunch and a couple have knocked into her on purpose in the halls. Man
that’s not gonna be a pretty sight when the shit hits the fan.
All
that just made practice just plain shit for me. I was screwin’ up passes, hell
I even tripped over my own feet a couple of times. After practice I got an
earful from the bastard and the main dick (I wonder how good he sucks cock
‘cause he had to to get the captain
title) about me not being committed to the team. Hello, I didn’t want to be on this team in the first place,
remember? They act like I was Allen Iverson or somethin’, geez. Yeah this was a
great day. The ride home was quite and Chase kept lookin’ at me in the rearview
again but I wasn’t caring at that point. I just wanted to get home and take a
shower and wash this day away.