In The End Zone

Chapter Two

Bailey's POV

"So let me get this straight, right after Chelsea said all of those horrible things to you, Kyle walked in at the finishing remarks, and then he saw you cry?" My best friend Jordan says as she tosses the football back to me.

"Yes! Exactly! Now he definitely thinks I'm a huge wuss!"

"Bailey you quit thinking that way! He seems like a gentleman, and you aren't the type that cries at those things, even if he does he will eventually realize that it's not true."

"Uh oh," I mumble while dropping the football, "Speaking of realizing things, I'm supposed to go to the movies with him tonight, but I'm just going to cancel with him. I mean I would never in a million years miss our sleepover!"

"I don't think so, you are going out with that boy!" Why does she have to be such a good friend?!?

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At the movies I ended up wearing my favorite pair of skinny jeans, a sweatshirt with our school logo, (which is gray and purple), my favorite pair of black vans, and my hair is in a slightly messy ponytail.

"Hey Bailey!" He yells to catch my attention. I jog to the doors to greet him.

"Oh hey Kyle."

Well that was boring

"So what movie should we see?" He asks. "Do you want to see like The Notebook or S-"

"Ew," I cut him off, "No no no no no. Not happening. Oh I really want to see When the Game Stands Tall, I mean if you don't mind."

"Oh no! Not at all! I just didn't take you as the football type!"

Tell him your trying out for quarterback.

"I love football! You're a really good tight-end by the way!"

"Thanks! So how about we go see that movie?"

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Halfway through the movie I have to use the bathroom, it was either that or pee myself. Inside of the bathroom is none other than Chelsea.

"Why are you here?!? Aw are you alone? You have no friends to come with anyway!"

"I- I'm here with Kyle." I stutter.

"Oh. Is that right? Your here with him. Wearing that? Would it kill you to actually dress like a girl once in a while? Actually you know, wear a skirt, or curl your hair, or actually wear more makeup!"

I'm not the kind of girl to cry at simple insults, but this girl always does it for me. Hitting all of my weak spots. Figuring out my biggest insecurities.

"You're just some little pest who thinks she's so cool just because she's going to the movies with Kyle." She turns around and begins to fix her makeup, "Why are you still standing there? Leave."

"You know what Chelsea? I'm sick of you. I'm sick of your inappropriate look, I'm sick of your horrible attitude, I'm sick of how you think you 'own' Kyle. I'm sick of it!" I say with clenched fists.

"Is that so?" She snaps back around so that she's facing me,"You're sick of me? Huh, the little baby boy gonna defend himself, hmm? You want to defend your self? Defend this!"

Then, she punches me straight in the face, for such a girly girl, she packs a mean punch. I look into the mirror to see that my nose is bleeding. Without missing a beat I tackle her to the floor. While straddling her waist I punch her in the face once, giving her a chance to give up, then she slaps my ear. Instinctively, I pull my hand up to my head, which gives her a chance to throw her fist straight into my eye.

"No!" I scream.

This time I show no mercy I don't giver her a chance to give up. I punch her pretty little face repeatedly until I look down and she is unconscious. Once again I look into the mirror, this time the blood from my nose is smeared on my face, I have a cut on my eyebrow, and I have one nasty black eye. Without a word I walk back to the movie.

"Hey, where have you been?" Kyle asks when I get back. "I was starting to get worried."

Oh good he hasn't looked at you long enough to notice.

"Oh just using the bathroom." I say, my voice cracking.

"Bailey," He looks at my face, "What happened?!?!?" He shouts, receiving many hushes from around the theater.

"Nothing," I say wiping a single tear off of my face, "Don't worry about it."

Don't cry. Don't be weak.

"Come on, we're leaving."

"No, we don't have to I'm fin-"

"No. You're not. I know you walked here. I'm driving you to my house.".

I stop in my tracks.

"What!" Why would he take me to his house? I'm just some random girl!

"Come on!"

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I cannot believe that I am at Kyle's house. Sitting on his bathroom sink!

"Okay this might sting a little." He says while wiping my face down with rubbing alcohol.

"You don't have to do this Kyle. I will survive."

"You don't get it do you? I want to."

"O-okay."

This boy actually makes me stutter.

"You don't have to tell me what happened. But you do have to tell me if you still want to watch a movie."

"Yeah, that sounds good."

He then proceeds to take me into his basement to a comfy looking couch.

"Your throne my lady." He says while bowing and gesturing to the couch.

"Why thank you fine sir." I reply, and sit down on the couch.

Once we finally settle in with a movie we probably look like middle schoolers. He is on one side of the couch while I'm on the other, with the popcorn in between. I start to feel daring so I pick up the popcorn, crawl to where he is sitting, and snuggle up against him. Feeling perfectly content.

++End Of Chapter Two++

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