ʟᴜsᴛғᴜʟ ᴡʜɪsᴘᴇʀs |(𝟷𝟾+)

3

ᴅᴇᴄᴇᴘᴛɪᴏɴ

Athletes are the worst kind of people. They're cocky and immature and lack social awareness. From what I've seen they're also the most unhinged people ever.

They deserve each other.

This tree is the only thing keeping me cool in this heat, as a volunteer I have to sit here for 2 hours and be the errand boy for the entire football team. It was either this or clean out the locker room. I rather not find out what it is they have hidden in there.

The sketch I've been working on since I've been here is shit but I keep going anyway. The view in front of me is not a sight for sore eyes but I decided to draw it 2 hours ago so I've got to stick with it now.

I look ahead, further away from the guys with the football until I can see the girls in the tennis court. I couldn't see very clear but I begin sketching out the tennis court first, quickly after sketching in the people.

I like drawing things I see in front of me in real time, pictures exist I know but I preferred to make the scene myself. The way I see it.

I'm shading in the right places for depth and shadowing, eventually it starts coming to life. My attempt of drawing the face of one of the girls fails because of the distance so I blur out her face, sketching the rest of her.

"Hello?!" I look up at the loud voice.

"This shits empty, can you go fetch us more?" The guy that's been sitting on the bench the whole time tells me, kicking the water jug.

I stand, leaving my notebook on the ground and walking there to see for myself.

Its not completely empty but soon would be, I don't say anything to him and walk pass him, back to where they keep another jug. For their sake, I hope it's hot water and has been sitting in the sun for a while.

The heats been the worst, I feel the sun blazing on the back of my head as soon as I walk across the other side of the field. I lift the sleeves of my shirt up to my elbows, trying to relieve myself from feeling so warm.

I hold the water jug in my hands and walk all the way back with the sun shining directly in my eyes. My hair usually shields me from it but every time I open them the light shined bright.

When I get back, the bench warmer is gone. I look around to see where he went I'm only disgusted by what I happened to see while doing so.

The sweaty quarterback was sucking the face off of some girl, I couldn't see her face and I didn't really care to but they were in my way.

The girl almost leans back, nearly bumping into the empty water jug almost tipping it. I'm starting to feel the weight of the filled water jug in my arms now and any second my arms would drop it.

The guy leans back and unfortunately makes eye contact with me, hardly ever do I make eye contact with people.

"Done staring you perv?" He says, I almost turn around but I know he's speaking to me.

I want to tell him that I wasn't staring at the two sucking each other's faces because it wasn't even worthy of staring but I don't.

His girl turns around, I look down towards the ground hoping they would just leave. I can feel a burning stare but still never look up. I'm frozen, I know but I don't know what to do in this situation so I'm quiet and still until I know for sure that they're gone.

"You should go before they see you like this." The guy says and for some reason my head is up and my eyes fall towards her.

I did not want to look. But I did. I'm aware of who this girl is now, I know of her and know the things she's done. So fucking pathetic. They really do deserve to be together.

She says something to him before walking away and I see him gazing at her from behind. I take my attention away from them realizing how much I really didn't care and do my job. I replace the old jug with this new one and return back to my place under the tree.

I glance down at my watch, checking the time. It was almost the 2 hour mark meaning I could leave soon. My sketch occupies my time until the loud blown whistle is piercing my ears.

I look up watching the football players all huddle up before they cheer with each other and then they're running back inside. I'm finally able to go home.

I grab my stuff from my locker and head to my car. I look at the text from my dad, asking where I was and push my phone back into my pocket.

Walking into my house, I know I'll be interrogated by my dad for not texting back. I put my headphones over my ears and try to make it up the stairs before I'm caught by him but it doesn't work.

I watch him pop in from the kitchen, his lips are moving and hands are moving just as fast as he does when he talks. Music bleeds from my headphones into my ears, blocking out the little noise I could hear. I don't have to read his lips to know what he's asking me.

I finally remove my headphones to hear him better. Letting him let it all out before I speak.

"Why didn't you text me back? I worry about you when I don't know where you are. Please, I just want you to communicate with me, that's all I'm asking for." He complied.

I nod at him before going upstairs and into my room. My headphones are back on, I let it sink into my ears and close my eyes. I lie on my bed, feeling restful.

I think about things one does after a tragic accident happens in their life determining how the rest of your life will turn out. How much I've changed to hide the lengths of how my accident has really, truly affected me.
No one will know.

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A/N
Heyy thanks for reading
Sorry this chapter is short

Written: 6/18/24