Arranging Alexandria [ON HOLD]

Chapter 4

"So, they just told you like that?" Jesse, my best friend, asked in disbelief. I frowned and nodded. "That's crazy. I'd be majorly pissed." She mumbled.

"I am. They just acted like its not a big freaking deal. Yes, it's a big deal that your daughter is getting married." I ranted on the way to our school. We had a basketball game today. Of course, my dad invited the Tomlinson family. "Can I even get married? I'm still a student until May."

"Yeah, I guess you can. And your dad could just bribe the school to let you stay until graduation." She pointed out. I groaned and parked my car in the parking lot. "Lets go play some ball, Lexi girl." She winked.

We went into the gym and paused to admire the varsity boys' team as they played their hearts out. Our coach interrupted us, calling our names. We hurried to the locker room.

"Okay, starting five will be Jesse, Melissa, Bailey, Alex, and Chandler." Coach Massey told us. I grinned at Chandler, who was me and Jesse's other best friend.

One girl plugged her iPod into the dock that we always kept in the locker room and started playing Teach Me How To Dougie after Coach Massey left. Everyone changed into our uniforms: purple basketball jerseys with our number on the back and 'LAKEWOOD TIGERS' written in white on the front and purple basketball shorts.

"Alex, remember to take your earrings out this time." Chan reminded me. I rolled my eyes. At the last game I forgot to take them out and the defense player decided to pull on them. "And don't foul out."

"No promises." I laughed and pulled my hair up into a messy bun. Nobody cared how they looked while we played. The only thing on our minds was winning.

"Girls, it's game time." Coach Massey said. "I want Jesse to jump the ball this time." I smirked at Jess. She was about 5'8. Nobody was really that tall on our team. So being the tallest, Jesse was almost always required to jump. She absolutely hated it too. We all huddled up and did the Lord's Prayer, a pre-game tradition.

"Lady tigers on three!" Jesse yelled. "One, two, three!"

"Lady tigers!" We all hollered and began running out of the locker room in a line. All I Do Is Win by DJ Khaled was playing across the speakers.

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"You fouled out again." Dad frowned at me.

"I could help it! The bitch was about to make a three point shot! What was I supposed to do?" I exclaimed.

"You left claw marks on her face!" He retorted.

"She deserved it." I pointed out. Hannah and the Tomlinsons watched our argument. He always felt the need to correct me about basketball, yet he never played growing up. He was the same way with softball.

"I thought you did pretty good." Louis said sheepishly. I bit my lip and stared at my hands. Cue the awkwardness.

"Well, how about we all go out for lunch?" Hannah cheerfully suggested. The game was in the morning, so it was only 11 right now. I showered, dried my hair, and changed my clothes in the locker room. Everyone agreed to Hannah's idea.

"I have to drive my car, though." I said.

"Why don't you ride along with her, Louis?" Mark suggested, but it was more like an order. He nodded and trailed behind me on the way to my yellow Corvette.

"Nice car." He complimented.

"It's my sister's old one." I told him.

"You played good today." He said.

"I did alright." I shrugged.

"You don't take compliments well, do you?" He asked.

"I'm not used to it." I replied.

"Okay, beautiful." He winked.

"You aren't the slightest bit mad that we're getting married?" I asked.

"I thought about it for a while. You're a nice girl. At least they didn't pick some bitch." He told me.

"You aren't all that bad, but I'm still getting a divorce." I said honestly,

"Aw, you don't want to have half British/half American sexy children?" He faked sadness.

"With you? Not hardly." I shook my head.

"That's hurts. That hurts a a lot." He pretended to be offended. "So what kind've music do you like?"

"Anything, really. Ed Sheeran, Maroon 5, Enrique Iglesias, Drake." I listed a few of my favorite artists.

"One Direction maybe?" He questioned.

"Yeah, you guys are pretty good." I agreed.

"So why aren't you fangirling?" He asked.

"I'm not exactly a Directioner. I just like your music." I told him.

"At least I'm marrying fan." He mumbled to himself, but I heard.