Euphoria - Connor Payton

CHAPTER ONE

"MARCOS!" Elaine screamed down the hallway. "DO YOU HAVE MY FUCKING PHONE CHARGER AGAIN?!".

"ELAINE! LANGUAGE!" Her farther hollered up the stairs.

"MARCOS!" Elaine screeched again ignoring her dad.

"ELAINE, I DON'T HAVE YOUR CHARGER! STOP BLAMING ME FOR YOUR FORGETFULNESS FOR GODS' SAKE." Marcos screamed from the other side of the house.

The twins continued to yell at each other from other sides of the house for a good 5 minuets before Carlos finally stepped in. "ELAINE, LEAVE THE POOR BOY ALONE YOU PROBABLY LEFT IT IN THE CAR."

Elaine stopped to think to herself for a minuet trying to remember where she left her precious charger. She was sitting on her bed staring at her texts with Brooke. They were texting about the stupid English assignment that Mr Francis had assigned them on issues. She had been so distracted by the texts that she hadn't noticed that her phone was running low on battery. She also didn't notice the time and was completely oblivious to the fact that she and Marcos were supposed to be leaving for his football training in 5 minutes.

Eliane wasn't apart of the Warriors team, and she never wanted to be, but she had known the team since they were in pee-wee league. But with Marcos being her twin brother she had been exposed to the game for practically her whole life and she was a decent player. She had chosen to play volleyball though, with her being the libero on her school volleyball team. She still tried to go to all the warrior's trainings and games to not only support her brother but to support a certain blonde-haired boy that she had been close friends with for a while.

Connor Payton had always been a wonder to Elaine. Brooke had always teased her about it, but she would just shrug it off and say that they were great friends in the end. Still, she always found her eyes drifting back to that number 44.

Marcos came barging into Elaine's room completely disrupting her thoughts and privacy. "Elaine, have you seen my dark blue top with the red number five on it? I really need it for training, and I have no idea where it is." He asked slightly out of breath from running down the hall.

"Uhm, have you checked the washing line? I think dad washed it after training last week." She replied now having calmed down after the whole charger debacle. "Why though, we don't leave for like another 45 minutes."

"Bro, we leave in 5 minuets get open your eyes dumbass." Marcos replied with a dumbfounded look on his face.

"WHAT?!" Elaine shot finally looking up from her phone just to look back down to check the time. "OH MY GOD WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY ANYTHING?" She shouted at her brother before ushering him out of her room so that she could change. As soon as Marcos was out of the doorway, she shut the door and quickly threw on her volleyball top and some bike shorts before pulling her red hair into a high ponytail.

"ELAINE WE HAVE TO GO!" Her farther yelled from the bottom of the stairwell.

"YUP, OKAY COMING DAD!" She called back before glancing over herself in her mirror and grabbing her bag and leaving her room.

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The warrior's team was messing around before practice waiting for Coach Lambert to turn up. Seven of the boys were sitting around gossiping, two others were balancing on some of the tackle bags, Marcos was kicking another bag before knocking it over and flexing his no existent mussels, and Connor, Harlan and Elaine playing catch with one of the footballs.

"Hey, Coach Bizone is here." Dennis commented.

"I'm sorry I'm late, guys. Freaking chain." Coach Bizone said while completely out of breath and concerningly sweaty.