What you mean to me

chapter eight

The next day came faster or was it that Amber kept her cousin busy half the night.

Both cousins chatted till one am the next morning, talking about stupid and childish topics that Bailey couldn't help but chuckle at irregular intervals.

It was so nice of her cousin. But the disadvantage was they both lost sleep.

Bailey didn't want to think of it.

She got off the bed and straight into the shower. After which, she threw on a black hoodie, crazy jeans and a pair of matching Jordans.

Pulling her hair into a top knot, she made breakfast of toast and coffee, banana by the side.

While she ate Marietta arrived.

" Good morning. " she greeted.

Bailey replied with a plain nod.
" Morning. " she greeted also in a plain manner.

She'd taken her cousin's advice. Moreso her day started off on a good leg. Why would she spoil it?

Taken aback Marietta warily eyed the girl who was eating her breakfast with no care in the world- the same person who looked like she would kill her yesterday.

Tentatively she spoke. " Is your mother home? Sleeping? "

" Yeah. Her breakfast's already prepared. " Bailey said clearing the dishes. " Take care of her. I may come home late today. "

" Y....yeah. It's my job, right. "

Bailey was already gone. Marietta could her the sound of her engine and she sighed.

She just had to await her patient to awake.

In the meantime she took herself on a tour of the house.

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- At school -

It was Tuesday today.

Every Tuesday and Thursday, Friday sometimes were every jock favorite days.

Sports day.

Some other people too take joy in this day because they get to see the opposite sex bodies. Size-up, eye rape and etcetera.

While the lazy ones of course, will always complain and give stupid excuses to evade the games, sports and activities.

Amber ditched Bailey- to attend to her female assistant track captain, with her head being Margarita- after fruitless efforts trying to convince her to join the team.

Bailey politely declined and went off to the basketball court after changing into a proper sports wear of a sweater over sports bra- she couldn't find her tank top- playing shorts and a pair of sneakers.

She observed the on-going game for a moment. They are good. She confirmed. Perfect.

A whistle blew and a tall girl with dark pin-straight hair and blue eyes clapped her hands bossily and shouted at a poor girl who was trying to dribble the ball past someone.
She lost concentration and shot the ball towards the wrong direction. Towards Bailey.

Bailey caught it close to her head.

The tall brunette blew the whistle again signalling the end of the practices for the moment.

Bailey walked up to her bouncing the ball.
" Sup. " she greeted. " Where do I enlist for the team, please? "

The girl eyed her a bit before smirking. " No where. I believe they're no more entree lot. "

" Isn't this a general school game? " Bailey said now serious. She stopped passing the ball from hand-to-hand and armpited it leveling her gaze to the bitch's face.