I learned a lot about Troy while I was "unconscious."
"Troy, drop her," I hear a slightly annoyed girl say. I'm still playing with Troy's mind, and it's pretty fun. Having him panicked is so unlike him, he usually knows what a perv is supposed to say.
"Why would I drop a girl who's probably bleeding to death and unconscious on the floor? She could be dead for all I know."
"Babe, it seems like the new girl is more important then your girlfriend." Wait, hold the phone. Troy has a girlfriend? She must be a slut.
"Sarah, calm down. Someone might hear you."
"Why is that a problem?!"
"Because who wants their friends to know they're dating their step-sister? No one!"
"They won't have to if you don't drop August."
"Sarah..."
"Do it."
I didn't expect Troy to give in so easily. My body collided with the ground, my shoulder screaming out in pain. A scream escapes my lips as I rock back and forth on the ground, clutching my shoulder.
"Well, now we know she's not dead. And that you won't have to worry about her taking your title of Soccer Star." I open my eyes to see Sarah, my nosy locker neighbor strutting away in a cut-off top and a tight skirt. Why she's wearing that, I have no idea, but she does and I look up at Troy.
"Why would you-? How did I?" I play the list and confused girl role.
"Listen, I know what you're thinking, but I didn't knock you out. The team went to a party and uh, you drank too much. You passed out." Troy lies. I know exactly what happened. He's trying to make me believe I'm in a hangover, when I'm as sober as a saint.
"No I didn't. I remember now. Once I rejected you, you tried to kill me. I'm in the hall by myself with a killer!" I scream. Part of that isn't true. Ok, most of it. But who doesn't want me to be dramatic.
I get up like I'm in panic mode and run onto the soccer field. You see, Troy Cancan doesn't know how to play my game. If I'm using him, then it's probably to luck out in soccer.
The whole team is gathered around Thomas the water boy to get a drink, but all their heads spin around to see me screeching.
"He's gonna kill me! He's gonna kill me!" I scream as realistic as possible, sprinting. If I can get the coach's attention, he'll see how fast I can run. And if all ends well, I'll be snatching Troy's title away from him. I run faster and faster, until my heart is pounding in my chest so hard, I might faint. I turn around to see how far I am from Troy and he's on the other side of the field! I finish off what I started and come barreling toward the locker rooms, acting like I'm having a panic attack. Thomas runs toward me and places his hands on my shoulders.
"It's ok. August... what happened to your head and leg?" Soon I've gathered a crowd and Coach Anderson is among them. He pushes the boys out of his way to examine my cuts.
"Who did this?" He growls. I don't care about Troy's ego, I just rat in him like my life depends on it. Coach Anderson cranes his neck around to look at Troy. He's frozen and scared, I can tell.
"You are off the team. Get off my field. Now!!!" Coach hollers. Troy's face darkens but he gets of the field all the same. He blows his whistle and we all hustle to the locker rooms. By this point I don't care who sees me. I'm cool with these guys. They would probably close their eyes anyway.
I change quickly despite what I said earlier, grabbing my athletics bag and leaving the locker rooms. As I walk away I see Troy around the corridor, punching lockers. At least these aren't mine.
"Hey!" I shout towards him. He turns around with rage in his eyes. I shrug my shoulders; by now I have no fear of Troy Cancan.
"Is this how you waste time, punching lockers when you could be on camera?" I ask, walking towards him. Troy sighs, resting his head on the dented lockers.
"Please tell me one of these is your locker?" He pleads. I shake my head, cackling at his stupidity.
"Not even close," I snort. By now I'm right in front of him and plastering a smirk on my face. This makes Troy even angrier.
"You think you're so smart Chapman, but you haven't won." I snort again, then get real serious.
"Oh I think I have. You see Troy, you don't know how to play my game. Whatever I do, it's for my benefit, not yours. Getting you kicked off the team wasn't intended, but a bonus because I'm the new soccer star of the school. How's that for a player?" Troy looked astounded, stumped. How's that for a player, treating me like one of the guys?
