The bus's atmosphere was filled with excitement and happy girls. We made our way back to school after a triumphant game. Nightfall fell by the time we made it back to the school.
"Hey," Harry calls out. "Coach Payne and I are very proud of you all. I know it's exciting that both of our teams won, but that doesn't mean you can slack off. Although, I know you need a break, so there won't be any workouts tomorrow or practice."
"What?" the girls gasp. I was even shocked he canceled. "JV girls too?" one of them asks.
"That's all up to coach Payne." Harry teases, looking back at coach Payne and he nods his head. "Of course JV girls too."
The girls cheer as he dismisses us. I was one of the first to get off and gathered my things. I check my phone and see a missed call from Zayn. He texts me telling me that he was here.
"Shit," I curse softly to myself. I forgot I asked him for a ride home. I look around the parking lot and spot my brother's car.
"Hey, can we talk?" Harry pulls me aside. As far enough to where no one could hear us. "I know we didn't get to connect after the whole bathroom thing, but I was hoping that-"
"Rylee!" Monique calls for me. Both mine and Harry's heads turn in her direction to find her frowning. "Someone is waiting for you." she nods her head towards Zayn who had pulled the car up to the front. She shakes her head and rolls her eyes.
"Oh," Harry says a bit disappointed. "I guess I'll let you go."
"I'm sorry," I apologize. "I forgot he offered to pick me up the day I left."
"Yeah, it's fine." he avoids eye contact. "Just go."
"Harry please. I'll call you later." I promise him. "I want to talk about what happened this weekend." I say but he just nods. As I was about to reach for his arm, Zayn beeps the horn and I groan. "Hey,"
He finally looks at me and forces a smile. "Yes okay, bye."
I didn't know what else to do, so I just walk off. Monique walks beside me to the car.
"What did he want to talk about? Did he say anything about Leslie? Is she off the team?" she bombards me with questions. "Oh god, I hope she's off. I enjoyed her out of this game."
"He didn't say anything about her." I simply say.
"Then what did he want to talk to you about."
"I'm not taking you home, satan." Zayn says, bowing down to look at us through the passenger window. "Walk your ass home. I don't care."
"My parents are here, dickhead." Monique snarls. "You can fuck off. No one wants you here."
"Monique, please be nice."
"He started it."
"What are you? ten?" Zayn taunts.
She rolls her eyes and ignores him. "I call you later, okay?"
I nod, hugging her before getting into the car. The time I get comfortable, Zayn just sits there and watches me. I felt myself getting heated from his long stare.
"What?"
"You know what." he says in a serious tone. "What were you and Harry talking about?"
"Nothing."
"Nothing?"
"Zayn, he's my coach. I am the team captain. He has to talk to me." I start getting annoyed by his interrogation. "It's not like he's going to jump my bones, especially in front of his whole team."
