Matteo Romano
"Another five laps!" the stupid coach yelled at us.
I glanced over at Enzo; he was gasping for air, just like the rest of us. Mason collapsed onto the ground, pretending to fall asleep... but honestly, I don't think he was pretending.
"What about some theory? Maybe we should learn something instead of running around like fucking dogs?" Harley shouted, eyeing the coach.
"Watch your mouth," the coach snapped back. "You want to win? Then keep fucking running. Theoretical stuff won't help when you're out of breath during a game!" He strutted around like a fucking clown.
"But we can't anymore," Ace added, his voice strained.
"Then stop smoking, you fucking failure!" the coach barked again.
He wasn't entirely wrong. Ace smokes sometimes... maybe that's why he struggles to catch his breath. Moral of the story—don't smoke.
"What time is it?" I asked, glancing at the coach.
"What? Time for a nap?" he mocked, his obnoxious laugh filling the air. I fucking hated that guy.
"No. I need to pick up my sister from class," I said, and Enzo nodded in agreement.
"How old is she?" the coach asked.
"Fourteen... why does that matter—" I started, but the idiot interrupted me.
"She's old enough to walk across the damn school. You're not her nanny. Act like a player!" he yelled.
"This is her first day here," Aaron added, not liking the coach's tone about Lissy.
"And this could be your last if you don't start thinking like a proper player!" the coach screamed as Aaron rolled his eyes at him.
We ran a few more laps. Fuck.
"He's trying to kill us..." Mason muttered, eyes closed.
"Seems like it," Enzo agreed, smiling. He never looks bad—sweaty, dirty, whatever—and still, every girl seems to lose their mind over him.
"I don't care. I'm going to check the time," I said, walking toward the bench where all the players' phones were.
I grabbed mine, and my heart sank when I saw that Lissy's second class was already in progress. Shit... I said I would wait for her. I saw the message she sent.
Hey. You didn't come like you said you would. Whatever. Bye.
Fuck. I fucked up. Big time. I tried calling her, but her phone was off. Great. Great. Her next class was probably art.
"Go shower. You stink. All of you!" the coach yelled as he gathered his stuff and left. Finally.
Enzo rushed over, and I showed him the message. He put his hands on his head, panicking.
"Fuck..." he muttered.
"What's up?" Aaron asked, water pouring over him as he tried to cool off.
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Lissy Romano
AksiFourteen years old girl named Elizabeth Romano lived with her father until he got killed, only then she learned that he wasn't her real dad. Elizabeth...called Lissy for short, finds out that she was kidnapped when she was little and that she actual...
