Subway Surfers

2.

The next week went by slowly. I would find myself staring at my phone, waiting for a call, or even a text, from Ethan. What if the guy had suddenly decided to clean up his act? What if he got fired and the job had already been taken? What if a pretty girl got the job first and ended up working along side Ethan instead of me? I shook my head and began to read through the CV I had brought with me when we went job hunting. It pretty much stated how I was a prefect in high school, all my grades, which were straight B's of course, my work experience and my extra curricular activities.

My extra curricular activity list consisted of one thing: hockey. Not ice hockey, but field hockey. It was the only sport I've ever enjoyed since the first time I started playing it. It was because I was able to 'accidentally' whack Jasmine Malone in the shin with a hockey stick. I smiled at the memory. Our high school's PE department only invested in sticks and balls, they didnt have enough money to provide shin pads or something, so we were all instructed to come to class with our own. Luckily for me, Jasmine didn't get the memo. She spent the entirety of the practise, passing drills bragging about how her shins were 'made of steel' so she purposely didn't bring shin pads. Ha, what a lie that was. When she attempted to tackle me, I 'accidentally' whacked her shin instead of the ball. She spent the rest of the school day crying in the nurses office. She even demanded crutches. She obviously didn't get them though. That was a good day. The following Christmas, my mum bought me a hockey kit, consisting of a hockey stick, a ball, shin and knee pads and some proper trainers. Not the silly converse I always wore for PE lessons. She signed me up for hockey lessons, outside of school, and I quickly ended up playing for our town's under 16s female team. I quit as soon as I started college and was no longer 16. From then, I played for my college's team instead, which was a pretty decent team.

I was suddenly pulled out of my thoughts when I heard a herd of elephants rampaging around in the bedroom next to mine. By herd of elephants, I meant my brother and his friends. I rolled my eyes as I heard the music blast louder. Was he having a mini party or something?

I sighed and put my earphones on, blasting Fall Out Boy whilst I began my English literature homework. We had to read up to a certain act of Shakespeare's Much A Do About Nothing and write a detailed summary of each scene. It was pretty much my whole day filled.

In college, I did four A levels. In my year eleven year, I didn't know what I wanted to do so I picked a variety of A levels just to keep my options open. Biology, English Literature, Business Studies and Geography. My favourite was geography because our teacher was laid back but passionate. His passion influenced the rest of us making us all get on well. No one really misbehaved in that class, which was good because our learning never got disrupted. That was one of the things I hated about sitting next to Luke in biology, he always disrupted my learning. I tried to talk to Mrs Hart about it, but she would always brush it off by saying 'I'll talk to him about it' instead of moving me. She never actually does talk to him about it.

I was up to Act 2 scene 1 when there was a knock on my door. I shouted 'come in' and the door slowly opened. My mouth gaped as I saw Ethan stood in the doorway, peering around my room. He was examining all of my hockey trophies that were placed on the shelving unit opposite where he was standing. His eyes then moved to my cluttered wall. It was covered in notices, a calendar, photos, post it notes, time tables and one poster of Brant Daugherty. That man was so hot I just had to stick him up there. Every time his character, Noel, appeared in an episode of Pretty Little Liars, I just kinda sat there and drooled for a while. Like I was doing now. I think. I touched my mouth to make sure I wasn't drooling and turned to Ethan, who was smirking at me.

"I take it you have a crush on that guy." He said whilst pulling a chair to my desk. I cringed and he just chuckled. "Your brother told me you'd be in here. My phone conveniently fell in a toilet, don't ask how, so I couldn't call you-" I cut him off with a question that burned in his throat as soon as he said 'don't ask how'.