Sports in the Parker - Yes, I'm a girl who plays sport

Strip two truths and a lie

"One vanilla milkshake please." I said to the waitress then smirked at Tommy.

"Just water please." he said and I burst out laughing.

He lost the first race, and obviously didn't think to bring any money. I loved milkshakes.

"Shouldn't you have water Parker? Gotta watch your figure now don't ya." said Shane with a smirk that I really wanted to smack of his fat little face.

"Go and die in a hole." I said with a laugh. I was so not gonna get put down by that prick.

"Whose hole? Yours?" he asked, obviously thinking he had the upper hand.

"What you! Nooo way. Go try and give someone else your std." I said and everyone around me laughed but I had to admit, tht joke was getting really really really old.

"That joke is getting really old, ain't got nothing better Parker?" he taunted.

"What's it to you dick? Did you really want me to insult you?" I asked with a grin.

"Shut up, my girl friends here." he said waving to the door. Well, there was someone coming in the door but same difference. Just as she was about to sit on his lap, I threw my drink over him.

"HOW MANY TIMES CLARK!!!!!!!!!! I WON'T SLEEP WITH YOU FOR MONEY!!!!!!! I KNOW YOU'D DO ANYTHING TO BREAK UP WITH LEXI BUT COME ON, JUST TELL HER!!!!!!" I shouted, then I walked out of the door. LOOOL.

I could hear the laughs erupting behind me. And the shouting. And the begging (on Clark's behalf). Then I heard footsteps behind me.

"Unless your name is Niall, Zayn, Harry, Louis or Liam, piss the fuck off." I shouted over my shoulder.

"How about Zac?" asked Zac.

"Piss the fuck off, Neton." I said, but even I could hear the smirk in my voice.

"Oh, who piss in your milkshake?" he asked.

"Wouldn't know, I didn't get a chance to drink it." I said with a shrug "You aren't going to leave me alone are you?"

"No chance." he said.

"I don't like you. Leave me the fuck alone." I said venomously. I didn't know if it was a word but I use it anyway.

"You do like. You like me like me." he said with a smile that said 'I am the all powerful bastard, I know everything'.

"You like yourself way to much." I said sitting down on the top of the hill over looking a random football pitch.

"Yeah but that's why you love me." he said with a smile like a toothless five year old.

"Phhf yeah, totally." I said "But back to more important stuff, how did you get onto the football team. I mean, you're failing math."

Then I realised I sounded like a stalker.

"Stalker much?" he asked, but then started being a bit more like a regular person rather than an arrogant bastard "You've seen me play. No one could pass that up."

"Big head much?" I asked him.

"Yeah, but you know what? I don't care if you think my head is as big as vegas, it make no difference to me." he said, his mood changing.

You know, sometimes I think boys feel like they're missing something when it comes to periods and so they pretend to be on one instead. I mean, mood swing much!

"How did you get onto the football team?" he asked me.

"By trying out." I said. Duuhhhhhh!

"I know that, I mean how did you get into football." Neton replied in an exasperated tone.