Trusting You

~Chapter 5

"Erick, I'm sorry, but tomorrow you will have to come to school at 7 for practise." Coach Robyn says.

Erick beams. "Thanks coach. I promise you won't regret it."

"And Josh, I'm sorry, but you're off the team." Coach tells Josh.

"It all worked out for the best anyway. I wasn't supposed to tell you till next week, but I'm moving to California in three weeks." Josh says.

Coach seems stunned for a minute before she says, "We will miss you Josh."

"Why didn't you tell us?" I say.

 Josh looks abashed. "Because, I wasn't supposed to. My parents made me swear not to. I'm sorry, okay?" 

I sigh. "I'm glad we found a replacement."

"We'll definitely miss you, Josh. You were a really good player." I say after a moment.

Everyone else nods their heads in agreement. Erick comes forward.

"Even though I just met you, I can tell a good player from an average one. Good luck with your future, man." Erick says to him.

"Thanks, you too. Congrats on making the team."

Just then, the bell rings signaling the end of lunch.

"Alright guys, I'll see you at practice tomorrow morning. Get to class now." Coach says. We nod our heads and disperse.

"Thanks for giving me the opportunity to play for the team." Erick says to me. We are standing outside the volleyball court.

"You have only one chance. Don't screw it." I say.

"You could just say, "Your welcome" or "Of course. You're a really good player"" He says.

"Well, that's the most your going to get, so either take it or leave it."

"Oh, I'll take it. And you won't regret taking me on the team, I promise that." He says in his slight cuban accent. Apparently, the kid moved here to Miami from Cuba. At least that's what I heard from the gossip.

"I better not. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a class to get to." I say, starting to walk towards class.

"Which class?" he says, catching up.

"Math." I say. 

"Oh, great, me too." He says, happily.

I roll my eyes. "Seriously?" I say groaning.

"What's the matter, love?"

"First of all, Do not call me that. Second of all, why do we share the same classes?!" I say in frustration.

"Any other girl would practically melt, if I called her that."

I stop in my tracks, look him in the eye and say, "Hate to break it to you, hon, but I'm not like any other girl." My voice comes out low and vicious. I notice how he's less than a head taller than me.

He stares at me with an equally menacing glare. "I know that, Babe." He says, smirking.

I roll my eyes and storm of in frustration.

"Aw, does Jessica Lopez have anger issues?" He mocks, catching up with me once again. His words rekindle my anger. I know that if I say something it'll only prove him right, which is what he wants, so I keep my mouth shut. 

Which I soon find out to be harder than I thought.

"Ooh, you're a feisty one." He says.

"And you're a pesky one." I snap.

"You're the only one who thinks that way." He says.

"Does it look like I care?" I retaliate.

This shuts him up. For a while.

When I finally reach class, I find a substitute there. I grin. Time for some fun.

"Why are you late?" She asks.

I ignore her as I walk up to my desk at the back and plop down on my chair.

"Mr. Diaz, you too? Where were you both? The bell rang 15 minutes ago." Our teacher asks as Erick walks in.

"Sorry, Mrs. D'souza. Jesy and I were taking care of some issues. I promise it won't happen again." He looks at me while he says this and I immediately know what 'issues' he was referring to. I roll my eyes.

"Fine. Take a seat." Mrs. D'souza says, waving her hands in the air dismissively.

Erick looks smug as he sits on the chair next to mine.

"Why do I even bother?" I say, annoyed.

"Bother doing what? Flirting?" He asks with a wink.

I roll my eyes and somehow manage to ignore him for the rest of the day.

"Cosine theta multiplied by tangent theta is 5 by 4, use this equation to solve these following questions: 1) secant theta by-"

"The answer is root 2 by 3." I say.

Everyone stares at me in shock. the teacher stops writing and stares at me. "I see you've already solved it, miss Lopez."

"It's the right answer, isn't it?" I say.

She looks down at her textbook and nods her head. "Yes. Thank you Jessica, but next time, please refrain from calling out the answer. Instead silently raise your hand."

"Sorry, ma'am." I say, hiding the hint of mockery well.

"It's alright darling. I appreciate that you are paying attention, unlike some people in this class." She says, narrowing her stern brown eyes at Chloe, who is doodling in her book.

"Miss Foster! Give me your book right now!"

Chloe jerks her head up and quickly cover her book in fright.

"We do not write "Chloe Fernandez- Nick Fernandez and Chloe Foster Heart heart, in class. Do you understand? If I catch you at it again, I will have to talk to your parents." She says.

The class snickers and starts mocking her. "He's never going to notice you, Chloe." Sasha says sympathetically.

Nick is a junior jock at our school. He's hot and popular, but a total jerk. Apparently, he had two one night stands with two different girls in the same night. Chloe has had a crush on him since they were assigned as lab partners last year.

"Who's Nick?" Erick asks.

"A total jerk and douchebag." I say.

"How come I don't know him?"

I roll my eyes.

"I don't know. I guess you aren't as popular as you think."

"Ouch. That one hurt, babe." He says.

I smirk. It had better.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading!! Please vote if you like this chapter.