serotonin

chapter eight

dear cass,
#ssss
stay: slay, swag, sexy
-lauren

paulina,
same goes for you
^^^^
-lauren

i was listen to 'sweatshirt' by jacob sartorius while writing this (don't ask me why)

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"johnson" i stopped in the middle of the hallway. my hair was wet from the showers and i was still somewhat out of breath "my office, now" i turned around to find coach standing by his office door. some of the boys from the team gave me the 'you're in trouble' look. i wasn't worried though, the last time coach called me into his office, i became captain.

i walked in to find coach and mr.benson, my maths teacher, on the opposite side of the desk. i dropped my bag on the floor and sat down "coach... mr. benson..." suddenly my nerves kicked in. mr. benson was holding some papers in his hands, they both had serious looks on their faces.

"you do well in school right cameron?" the first name... oh fuck. i look up to the maths teacher who didn't waver his eyes from the sheets of paper in his hand "i have to keep my grades up coach..." i watched the serious man lean back in his chair "you always tell us if we even fail a test to skip practice and study"

"then..." coach motioned for the papers in mr. bensons hands. he looked at them and placed them on his desk. the papers were some of my quizzes and tests over the past few weeks "how come you never missed a practice to get your grades up?" i looked over the grades on the papers.

37%

12/41

56%

49%

i looked up to coach, i couldn't think of anything to say. coach looked insanely disappointed and mr. benson was unimpressed with me "cameron, you're our star player, we need you on this team"

oh fuck...

"reluctantly mr. benson agreed to keep you on the team"

"oh thank you si-" i was immediately cut off my the maths teacher, he took back my tests back "mr. johnson, i only decided to keep you on the team because we made a compromise that you wouldn't be captain"

no.

"it's the third week of october... how the fuck am i failing already?" i asked, sitting at the edge of my seat. my eyes wavered between my coach and maths teacher. mr. benson sighed "you tell me mr. johnson" there was a knock at the door, i felt my world crumble as jack walked in.

"you wanted to see me coach?" my stomach fell ill at his words. i watched as mr. benson walked out of the office. i wasn't sure if i was supposed to stay but i was pretty sure if i moved i'd pass out. jack sat down next to me, the way his legs were caused on to press into mine "it had come to my intention that..."

i felt myself put my head into my hands and my leg start to speed up. everything felt as if it was running in slow motion. i could only hear coach's muffled voice. my heart had stopped beating, at lest it felt like it, and there was a loud ringing in my ears. i felt jack's leg slowly press into mine, i'm not sure what he was trying to do but it wasn't working. i hear coach's muffles until i felt a warm hand on my knee "i can't do that coach..."

"nonsense miller, you were captain at your last school! so i've chosen you to fill in for cameron until he can get his grades back up" jack's hand was still resting on my knee, not letting my leg bounce up and down anymore. the warmth of his hand made it's way into my leg and up to my chest. my heart definitely was beating now. does he do this because he knows how much i hate it?