{READ AUTHOR'S NOTE AT THE END, PLEASE! Also to the side/top is a picture of Stephene}
After school, I have volleyball and dance practice. Volleyball is 2:50-4:00 on Monday and Thursday, and dance is 5:15-9:30, I have contemporary, pointe, competition. I have dance everyday, but on Wednesday's and Friday's I have to go extra early because I help Ms. Kim and Ms. Tasha with the little kids. Also on Wednesday's and Friday's I have hip-hop classes. Not like regular classes, but more like combo classes. On Friday's I leave around 5 or so, because of volleyball games, but then I come back for hip-hop combo. After my game. And it's for all ages so my brother and sister come sometimes and adults come as well.
When the bell rings, signaling the end of the day, I go over to the gym with Presley. She playes volleyball too, but Alex dances with me. So, I get to spend time with them both outside of school. I wished we all did some kind of sport or club or something so we can all be together, but whatever.
As I'm in the locker room changing, some of the rest of the team comes in.
"Hey guys. Are y'all ready for today?" I ask to no one in particular. Presley is the captin and I am co-captin. Our coach didn't know who to choose, so she made us do rock-paper-scissors. And let me tell you, I SUCK at that game. Presley and I thought it was the funniest thing that she made us do rock-paper-scissors.
There were no hard feelings because we're best friends. She told me that she wished I was captin because she claims she isn't good controling people.
As I walk out of the locker room, I relize that I forgot to put my hair up. I mentally face palm, but I guess I actually did face palm, because the girls laughed at me. I look up and face them like a lost puppy, while they just laugh hysterically.
I walk back into to locker room and put my hair up. To make it easier for me, I decided to take my bags out into the gym and set them on the bleachers.
"Okay I'm back." I say raising my hands dramatically.
"Three laps Steph," says Presley.
As I start my laps, Jake comes into the gym. Even in addias jogger pants and a t-shirt he still looks fine. I shake my head to get the thought out. He jogs up to me and starts running with me.
"What are you doing here?" I ask
"Nothing. Don't you want me here," he sounded sarcastically hurt.
"Not really. Your gonna knock the girls out of their game. But answer my question why are you here, don't you have practice?" it came out a lot more mean than I wanted but, lately a lot of things have come out more mean than I wanted when it came to Jake.
"Well if you must know, practice was canceled because it is raining." he said gesturing torward the window.
"Well, why didn't you go home like the rest of your team?" I say.
"Not all of them went home."
I look over at the bleachers and see some of the football team sitting on the bleachers laughing and pointing at some of the girls butts. Boys these days.
When I finish my laps, I go over to Presley and tell her about our 'audience' we have.
"Oh my gosh there's Matthew!" she says squealing. She has liked Matthew since 9th grade. A little birdie told me that he likes her too, but he's scared of comitment.
