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To Teach A Boy A Lesson

DILAN!” Mady runs at me and hugs me. I giggle and pat her head, she looks up at me with her sparkly blue eyes. 

“Sup, Jake” Max says.

“Hey, man. D, Im going to practice.”

“Kay, text me later!” I shout at his retreating back.

Max removes himself from leaning against my cars’ hood. I toss him the keys. “Get in the car, there’s something I have to do before we leave.” I turn on my heel and Max laughs behind me, I stop.

“Um…. Dilan?” I stare at him, waiting for him to continue. He scratches his head, looking anywhere but my face. 

“You might want to change your pants first before you go anywhere.” 

I stop and smile sheepishly at my little brother. I almost forgot my ripped leggings I had on that showed my cheeks. “Unlock the trunk.” I rummage through my trunk trying to find something to change into… I settle on a pair of old black ripped skinnys. I pull off my white converse, grab my bag and hop into the passenger side to change. 

“Dil? What are you going to do?” Mady asks as I get out of the backseat to let her get in. I walk toward the field and over my shoulder I say, “Going to teach a boy a lesson, M.”

My hands start to shake, I clench them into fists. I put one converse in front of the other, determined to put him in his place. I step onto the turf, filled with teenage boys in football uniforms, throwing balls and practicing plays. 

“Um Miss? This is a closed practice, you can’t interrupt.” 

“I’m sorry Coach but I  have to talk to….”

“Dilan?” Jake questions. 

“Jake…” I mumble under my breath and push past Coach. 

A confused look washes over Jake’s face as I walk toward him, sweat slowly rolling down his forehead.

“Jake, where’s James?” I ask sternly. 

Jakes confusing look turns into one of surprise and slight fear for his douchey best friend. He points down the field toward the end posts. “Number 23...” 

 I smile and push past him too.

“JAMES!” I yell. His body stiffens and slowly turns around. I stop a few feet from him and huff. He raises an eyebrow at me.  

“What the hell do you want.” he spat. 

I roll my eyes and cross my arms, taking a step closer to him. 

“Where do I start James? Today you were a complete ass to me when I’ve been nothing but nice to you the whole time since I’ve come to this school.” 

He chuckles at me and looks around at his teammates He leans toward me, his eyes glaring at me harshly with hate, “What do you expect? I’m popular and hot, two things you aren’t. Im sorry Princess, if I don’t bow down to your every need like you somehow got Jake to do.” He sneers.

I laugh at him and pop out my hip. “James, you forgot to add something to “your list”. You may be popular and you may be attractive but you’re also a disrespectful tool who humps and dumps girls to get laid.” I raise my eyebrow at him, daring him to one-up me. His teammates chuckle and “oohhh” around him.

James rips off his helmet and throws it on the ground, closing the gap between us, so close our noses almost touch. “What did you say to me?”

I smile at him, “I know you heard me, word for word. Should I say in spanish? palabra por palabra.” 

“Alright, I’ve had enough.” Coach intervenes and pushes us apart. “Dilan, get off my field, and James, ten suicides for being an ass to a girl.” 

I smile at Coach and recieve a deathglare from the douche. I roll my eyes, turn and give Coach a highfive. Over my shoulder I yell, “I don’t know what she sees in you or why she thinks your worth her tears!” 

I collect myself and walk toward my car slowly, practicing deep breaths to calm myself.  I make my way to the parking lot when I’m stopped. “DILAN! WAIT!” I turn around and see James sprinting toward me, Coach furious behind him. 

He breathes heavily. “She’s crying over me?” 

I cant believe him! Is that a smirk? I study his face, trying to figure him out. I let out a breath, shake my head at him and walk toward my car. “DILAN!” A sweaty hand grips my arm and whips me around. I give him a pointed look. “WHAT!? Yes James, Yes she is.” I say, defeated. “She’s an absolute mess because of you. Why did you leave her? I… just…..” I throw my hands up in the air. “This isn’t my position to tell you, go ask her yourself, asshole.” I spat. I shrug out of his grip and make my way to my car, not letting him get a word out. I start the engine and drive home. 

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Sorry guys, short chapter. Hope you like it though!