Okay so after I wrote this chapter, I realize how many times I said the word shitty, so I guess the word of the day is shitty. But lol I hope you guys enjoy this chapter!
Guys I just realize I have two more months till my graduation! I am freaking out! I am so excited to get out of high school!
Dedicated to Jenyarrington! Check out her book “The Underground”
I hope you guys enjoy this chapter!
*Warning* If you haven’t read my other book “it’s not love. It’s hormones.” There are some spoilers in this chapter. Yeah I know why my other book would be in this book well you will see after you read it. It’s not a huge spoiler, but it gives you a summary of the book!*
Picture of TEDDY CARTER ON THE SIDE!
Chapter Three: Wyatt Pain, Going through Pain
"Boy, why do you look like you just took a shit in your pants? Stop staring at me as though I am wearing a thong. Get your nasty face out of my view and go run twenty laps. You're a disgrace."
This was my grandpa; actually, this was my grandpa talking to Wyatt like the little shit he was, and let me tell you something, I was enjoying every moment of it.
"Just twenty laps? Papi, they already wasted a good five minutes of practice. They wasted those five previous minutes talking to each other and playing with mascot's head. The least you could do is make them run thirty laps and twenty push-ups and make them stay fifteen minutes over practice for wasting your precious time." I said it so innocently.
I knew my grandpa inside and out and I knew how he hated it when people fooled around.He knew if you wanted anything in life you would have to put in time and effort, so knowing his philosophy, he took my advice.
"I'm so happy I had a granddaughter who's so intelligent,” he said, smiling at me, but when he looked up, his whole demeanor changed. "Did you not hear her! Start running!"
They didn't have to be told twice.
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"You're the reincarnation of the devil you know,” Teddy told me me as I leaned on the bench. I had been enjoying the view of men crawling on their knees as they tried to make the twenty-fifth lap.
"Yeah, I know,” I said proudly. Teddy just rolled his eyes and went back to reading. I grabbed my bag of chips and pop it open.
Man this was turning out to be a good day.
"Alex,” my grandpa called from below. "Come down here."
I nodded and ran to him. “What's up, Paps?" I asked him as he handed me a whistle and a megaphone.
"I need to turn in some papers before the office closes. It will only take ten minutes, but can you please just look after the guys?" He asked me.
He thought I was doing him a favor, but in reality, it was the other way around.
"Of course." And I let my devlish smile take over my face.
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"Did I say you could stop?!" I yelled through the megaphone as Wyatt Pain put his hands on his knees, gasping for air.
He looked at me before flipping me off. Oh, hell naw.
"Wyatt how many laps have you done?" Instead of answering the question himself, his little minions took the time to use their voices for him.
"He did all thirty, Ms. Carter." All the boys were terrified of me. I didn't blame them; I had been screaming through the megaphone like a lunatic just because I could. I knew I could abuse them, after they thought they could abuse me, and the best part of all this was the fact that if one of them uttered even one word against me, I could just tell the head coach.
"Did he really do all thirty?" I question over the megaphone. "Because I only counted twenty, and in four minutes, your coach is going to come and ask me who didn't finish running. I might just have to say your star quarterback was too lazy to finish, so maybe instead of flipping me the bird, Wyatt, you should start running before my grandpa takes your hand and shoves it up your ass!"
Wyatt stared at me, full of rage, and I could tell his face wasn't red from all the running; it was beet red because he was fantasizing about ways to kill me.
"Oh, and the rest of you guys can take a water break and watch the show called "Wyatt Pain, Going through Pain!"
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