The Quarterback's Girl

Breaking point

Mr Conconi cocked his head toward Rhyan and me. "Gwen, Rhyan, since you feel like talking over me and not listening to the lesson, would you like to teach class today?"

I perked my head up and shook my head. Rhyan didn't seem to care as much and shrugged. "Then please, be quiet and listen. You can talk after class." Mr. Conconi shook his head in disapproval before continuing with some boring English facts.

After class, Rhyan and I escaped the evil science room. On the way to our next class, Rhyan began her daily routine of ranting about Mr. Conconi and his no-fun rule. "I hate that teacher."

"I know, but hey, you've gotta love threats." I shrugged. Rhyan smiled.

"Okay, okay, so what were you saying before Mr. No-fun-for-anyone interrupted us?"

"I was talking about that science fair on Friday, I sort of didn't get my project started and..." I trailed off and smiled innocently.

"What? You didn't start it at all and you have less than a week to finish it? Seriously Gwen?" Rhyan gasped.

"Hey, you know I'm a procrastinator."

"Yeah, I know that, but I didn't think it was this bad."

"We've known each other for how long now? You probably should've figured out by now that I'm terrible."

"Whatever, do you even have an idea of what you're going to make?" Rhyan sighed and crossed her arms.

"Yes, I'm going to make a baking soda volcano." Rhyan rolled her eyes at me as if the idea were the dumbest thing she'd ever heard.

"Look, we'll have to talk later, I can't be late for Mrs. Summer's class again. I would be late three times this month if she catches me wandering in the halls again."

"Three times?"

"What?" Rhyan shrugged, "I kinda get distracted in between classes."

I rolled my eyes at the blond-haired girl before pushing her playfully. "Go then, unless you want to be late to her class because you're talking about the fact that you might be late to her class."

Rhyan nodded and we parted ways.

* * *

Rhyan and I sat on my blue bed. "I don't understand why I can't just do a baking soda volcano." I complained to my best friend.

"Because it's so—oh I don't know—middle school." Rhyan groaned. "At least do a solar system model. That'll stand out more than some generic baking soda volcano."

"Fine," I sighed, "I'll do some solar system. I'll just have to call Mom and ask her to get the materials. I'll need to stay up late tonight to get it done, though."

"Well you could've just finished the project two weeks ago like you were supposed to."

I shook my head in disapproval at her, sometimes Rhyan was really annoying when it came to anything that could make her stand out. She wasn't very easy to please, she always wanted to do something unique from everyone else; making it harder for her to just get the actual project done.

Sam texted me, breaking the silence between us, but I ignored him. I wasn't exactly on great terms with Sam right now, getting along or not I was still annoyed at him for beating up Locke. I mean, I know I had led him to believe I was cheating on him, but he had no right to just go and beat someone up over it. That crossed the line on so many levels.

Sam's text reminded me of something I wanted to ask Rhyan.

"Hey, Rhy, did you tell Sam about me and Locke—you know—when he took me to the ice skating tournament?" I asked.

"What? No, I didn't even see you with him." Rhyan answered. "Why?" I simply shrugged in response.

"Just curious."

He was so dead.

"Okay, well, I've gotta go. I have a lot of homework. Oh, and tell me if you need help with the project, or something." Rhyan picked up her pink book bag and left.

Samson was going to be sorry he spied on me.

* * *

I stomped up to Samson and slapped his shoulder. "Ouch, what was that for?" Sam asked, raising his eyebrows at me.

"For spying on me." I bluntly stated, trying to keep calm. "I can't believe you, Samson, spying on me? Is that really necessary?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You know what I'm talking about, Samson, now stop playing dumb with me!"

Sam pursed his lips. He rolled his eyes at me then replied, "Okay, fine, I was spying on you,"

"Ha! I knew it!"

"But I didn't mean it to be like a stalker type of spying, I just wanted to know if you were actually going out with him." Sam looked at me nervously with his dark brown eyes. I crossed my arms. My eyebrows knitted together as my nose crinkled in disgust.

"I don't want to see you anymore." My tone was so grave it even scared me slightly.

Sam's jaw looked like it could reach the floor. "But—"

"No buts, Samson. I don't want a boyfriend who doesn't trust me enough to where he's willing to spy on me. That's not healthy." I turned around and was about to walk away, but Sam's hand grabbed my arm, stopping me in my tracks. I turned around and said in a solemn voice, "Let. Go. Of. Me."

"P-please, Babe—" Sam's voice cracked.

"And no more pet names like 'Babe'." I shouted and broke free from Sam's grasp. I stomped off down the hallway, pushing away the crowd that had gathered around us.