A Player's Responsibility

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I had just nicked a couple of sweets and chocolate from the corner shop that mourning with jack and Derek and when we realised that that we are fifteen minutes late for school, and we ran to the schools and reached our class where everyone was already sat down and we saw her cleaning her chair with some anti bacteria wipes, and wearing the same jumper. Not only was she a freak, but she was nerdy, a pastor daughter as low in the popularity chain as you could probably get and her OCD wasn’t helping matters. She used to be in my primary school and I’ve known her since I was a toddler (she lives just down the street from me and my mother goes to her church and forces me to go with her sometimes.) I don’t even know her name. They call her Mary or Saint Williams. But I just avoid and ignore her because she smelt of antiseptic and soap, like a hospital which means she’s clean and pure I guess, but I don’t like hospital smells because it just reminds me of a time that my mom was sick with cancer and I had to go and visit her in the hospital (sad times) plus she’s weird and plus what will I say to her when I’ve never even spoken to her since like sixth grade.(there are about  thirty people in the class out of those thirty, I can go through the rest of the school year without talking to Saint Williams or Smelly Sam). The English teacher gives me my grade and it was a F. it was no surprise but I couldn’t help feel disappoint I thought I’ll get at least a D this time, I mean even Derek got a D (and he’s as dumb as  a coconut) but I pretended that it didn’t matter to me. During the lesson all I could think of was how my mum would be so disappointed (she’s still believing and hoping that I’ll change. But come on, a leopard never changes his spot I learnt that much from English) but it’s not my fault I’m dyslesic and the words jumble up on the page when I read it. I sat there not paying any attention to the teacher even though this lesson I was not in the mood to mock about, I sat there praying for the lesson to be over. When it was finally over I grabbed my back and left the class prepared to skip the next lesson with my mates.

I held Chloe closely tight around the waist and kiss her till we had fully exchanged saliva. We had skipped school and went to the beach to hang out on this hot day in March.  Chloe is the hottest girl in school, she’s is into gymnastics and she’s my girlfriend. Even though all the boys has probably had her, I don’t mind because being with Chloe means that my reputation will increase because they don’t come better than her (even though I don’t believe that there is no better package for a girlfriend than a 16 year old slut) I have to go with it because that how you get your reputation. “Baby what are you thinking about?” Chloe suddenly asked me and I realised that I had been lost in thought for a while. “I’m just thinking about how lucky I am to have the hottest, sexiest gymnast for a girlfriend’ Chloe smiled flattered “please I’m the lucky one, not many people can brag that the have the next David beckham as their boyfriend” (I’m the captain of the football team and I’m pretty good at football, I’ve good at ever sport but especially football. Football is all I have going for me now. It was better to kick and practise football at night than stay in bed because you can’t sleep crying for your sick dying mother). I held Chloe closer trying to melt our body into each other when Derek came  with a stupid grin on his “ok don’t try and make us more jealous, Jason” I smiled proudly “ I’m not trying to”. After we hanged in the gym for a while, then later we grabbed our bags and started making our way home to prepare to come out at night.