Mistaken Love

Chapter Seven.

Update: Edited -- August 11th, 2016 -- 4:15 AM.

Monday already? This weekend was one of the worse weekends I have ever experienced. However, the only high light of it all was when Rachel asked me out. Once I got home from seeing Rachel, my father went ballistic, asking me where I was and how I shouldn't have left without permission. I blocked him out, as I walked up stairs and into my bedroom.  That was the last time I actually came in contact with him. 

On Sunday, I just sat in my room, as I did my own little activities. Playing a little guitar, singing, drawing... things to keep me occupied for the rest of the day, because I sure as hell didn't want to come out of my room to face anybody. Noah came up every now and then to check up on me, but I just waved him off, as I told him I was fine.

I was knocked out of my thoughts, as a dodge ball hit me square in the face, knocking me down to the ground. My vision grew fuzzy for a couple seconds, as I tried to push myself up.

Never doze off or have your imaginations wander during a game of dodge ball... 

"Sam?!" I heard voices call out. "Are you alright?!" 

Once my vision became clear, I scanned around, as everybody surrounded me with worried expressions planted on their faces. Noah and Rachel were knelling next to me, as the other students made room for Coach to see what happened.

"I'm fine, I'm fine." I reassured everyone, as I slowly got back to my feet. 

"Your nose is bleeding." Coach pointed out. "You're not fine. Come with me." Coach demanded, as he turned around, walking towards the boys locker room.

I put my hand underneath my nose, as blood started to drip into my hand. I moved out of the circle, as I cupped my nose with my right hand, as I followed coach into the locker room. Coach pulled out his keys, as he unlocked a door. Once it was open, he motioned me inside. Once he flicked the switches, the yellow lighting illuminated the area. Coach and I were standing inside his office. 

Coach went behind his desk, as he gathered a few things. Once he retrieved them, he walked over to me, handing me some tissues and a bag of ice.

"You look distressed. Are you sure you're alright?" Coach asked, as he flashed me a look of concern.

I nodded. "I'm sure. I'm just thinking of some things." I admitted.

Coach nodded, as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders.

"Look," He began. "I may be a rough guy, but you can always come to me if you need anything." Coach told, as he flashed a smile.

I didn't know what to say actually. He has never acted this gentle to anybody before.
I snapped back to our conversation, as I flashed him a smile and I nodded.

"Thanks. I'll take that into consideration." I responded.

Coach patted my back, as we walked back into the gym.

"You may sit out for as long as you need. Those dodge balls are no joke when you get injured from them." He told, as he went back to the game.

Nodding, I walked over to the bleachers, as I took a seat. I watched as Coach started the game again, as his gentle tone from a few seconds ago instantly faded. The voices of the students echoed around the gym, as dodge balls resumed flying from one direction to another.

I let out a sigh, as I leaned back, letting my mind wander once again. For problems at home, I just need to stay away from my family for a little while, til things actually calm down. As for Rachel, I honestly have no clue. She thinks I'm a good looking male, when in reality, I'm just a female who has no boobs and short hair. 

What will she do if she found out that I'm a girl? How will she react? Will she tell everybody else my secret? It's not like I'm purposely keeping this a secret, it's just that people automatically assume what I am. All these questions flooded into my head, giving me a pounding headache during the process. For some reason, I actually like her, a lot! This is something that I would never say to anybody.

All these emotions suddenly rolled in; worry, fear, scared. I honestly don't want to loose her, over something this ridiculous. Especially since we just met, and promised to take things slow. I don't want to mess up already. 

Suddenly, my negative emotions quickly faded, as a couple statements popped into my mind. "If she truly cares for you, she wouldn't care if you're a boy or a girl. That's what a true relationship is." "If she leaves you or gets mad... Hey, she's not worth it."

The statements in my mind were completely true. Who cares if I'm a girl, if she truly did care for me, she would understand, but I'm going to keep this hush for awhile. After all, I like pretending to be a guy. It's quite fun, actually.

Lets see how long it takes for someone to unlock my secret. I smirked deviously to myself, as I continued to watch the game.

This is going to be quite interesting.