rule no.1

CHAPTER 2

A/N
the chapters will gradually get longer

CHARLY
I was woken by my phone ringing, not my alarm. Who calls someone at 5 a.m. when they could be asleep? I grabbed my phone from the charger, it was my dad. Of course, I knew that he would be calling me for some random shit that idgaf about. I put my phone down and went back to sleep. But that never happened because he called me again."What?"
"I just thought that I would let you know if you don't get your grades up. You won't be able to play hockey anymore."He hung up.
After that call, I couldn't go to sleep because who could when they've just been told their future could all go downhill if they don't get their grades up? I mean it's not like I'm dumb, I just can't focus. I've got the attention span of a goldfish. Literally. And it doesn't help that I'm dyslexic.

After my alarm had finally gone off I got out of bed, sort of. I just sat down and stared at my wardrobe for like half an hour. I made my protein shake and waited in the car.

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Blake had finally gotten his ass out of bed. I had to drive us to campus because Zac decided to be productive and leave early, even though we all had the same class. At this point, we were going to be late which I'm sure is going to make my grades worse.

A few moments later, we arrived at class after a short drive. I walked in to see Zac waving at us like a maniac. He was sitting next to a girl in the back corner. Me and Alex walked towards the two empty seats next to him.
"Calm down, it's just us, no need to freak out." Zac overreacted a lot of the time, especially over the most random things.

The class was boring, I knew that if I wanted to carry on playing hockey then I would have to pay attention in my English class. We'd all gradually started to talk louder to the point where Alex had been sent out of the class. After he left it was a bit boring.
I'd zoned out near the end of the lesson and started paying attention to the short brunette next to Blake. She had mid-length hair but not too short, enough hair that I could wrap my fist around it at least once. She was good at English, her pen was gliding across the paper. She had one dimple on the right side of her face. I looked away after a few minutes,  and the class had ended. Me and Zac left the class.

"Bye Starbucks girl!" he shouted behind me, not knowing what that was about. We had practice now, which I was not looking forward to at all.
I walked into the locker room, greeted by half-naked guys, Lovely start to today.

Coach told us all to hurry up, we all left the locker room and started on warm-ups. He told me to leave early, so I did. I took a quick shower and left.

I opened my phone and had an email from my English professor, it said to go to his office at 13:20. That was in 5 minutes. I walked towards his office and knocked on his door.