Mi amor

~21~

I walk out of the school after a fucking tiring day. Being grounded was way worse than I thought. I couldn't go anywhere to recharge after school, Dad was taking me to school in the morning and picking me up so my life now was either school or home. It was utter bullshit. I couldn't wait until he left to go on a new shift, although that meant that meant that Oscar would be the one making sure I didn't "break any rules", this whole situation was a bit fucked up to be honest. My ex was going to basically be doing my Dad's job. That's a bit wrong. I was praying he would kind of forget about it, it's not like I was going to do anything like that again after what I'm being forced to do now. 

I get into my Dad's car saying bye to Monse. 

"Hey," I say smiling. I wasn't mad at him, I understood why he was doing this, I was way out of line. However I was a bit frustrated. It had only been a week and I was dying. 

"Hi," He said. "How was school?" 

"Uggh so boring, but alright apart from that... but if you don't mind me asking, how long am I going to be grounded?" 

"That's for me to know, and you to guess." He said giving me a quick sarcastic smile. I just rolled my eyes. My Dad could have way worse children and this is how he treats me, I could be a meth head for gods sake! 

"Okay, its just that I'm getting kinda bored." 

"Well you could start and extracurricular if you wanted to, why don't you start up soccer again, you used to be so good at that. In fact your old coach even emailed me a few months back asking for you back since they were short on a team this year. What do you think." Said Dad. I didn't reply for a moment. I quit soccer last year because I had been failing a few classes and I thought I should prioritize my actual school work. I also had been kind of getting sick of the competitions and the pressure. 

"I don't know," I replied. 

"I think it would be good for you, it would look good for getting into colleges too." He said. It did make sense. Plus it would get me out of the house a bit more. 

"Maybe I will. I don't know, I feel like I might have lost it by now." 

"Come on y/n its not been that long, I know they are still short. In fact this could be like community service." 

"Community service! Dad I've not been at jail." 

"But you are grounded, and I think it would be a good lesson for you. Exercise is very good for the mind, and your heads obviously a bit scattered because god knows what you were thinking having that party." He said sternly. I laughed a bit at his seriousness to the situation, which I quickly had to hide because of the side-glance I received. I looked away trying to hide my grin. He gave me a playful punch on the arm. "Okay maybe I'm being over the top, but I do think you should start soccer again." 

"Alright, why not." I say, what's the worst that could happen? 

"Really!" Dad said grinning with excitement. I think it would be and understatement to say he used to love going to my games. 

"Yeah." I say smiling as well. His happiness was always so contagious. 

~ time skip to that night ~

"What!" Monse exclaimed. I was on facetime with her telling her about starting soccer again. 

"Yeah, I can't really believe I am doing it either but here we are." I say. 

"Damn, I really didn't expect this, but u did really seem to love playing so as long as u haven't been forced by your Dad then I'm happy for you." 

"No, I really do want to do it. I mean he did suggest it but I'm not doing it to please him, I just want to." 

"So has the coach already accepted you?"