Chapter VI

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Since I was little my mom forced me to join varieties of clubs. In first grade, I was a part of Lego Club. In fifth grade Mom found a Junior Book Club, Little Explorers Club, Art Club and even Lunch Club. I never was there longer than a year. Mom would always find something more interesting and "more right" for me.

As a kid, I didn't mind her sudden decisions. I didn't care what was I doing as long as I was having fun. Unfortunately, everything changed when I went to middle school. Mom decided that it's time to join a sports team. Exercising is not really my thing, especially running. If I ever end in a horror movie where I have to run away from the murderer I would just stand there and let him kill me. I prefer to actually die than run. Which is why I hated being in middle school.

Volleyball, basketball, soccer, even football. I was the only girl in the football team because they didn't have one for the girls at my school. Now, when I look at that it wasn't really bad. If not my crazy mom and her easily changeable decisions I would never meet Quinn.

He also was in the football team because of his father who was the coach of the team. I remember that when I saw both of them for the first time I didn't want to believe they were related.

Mr. Darkwoon was a short and little grumpy hypocrite. Quinn during his middle school years was already taller than his father. His hair was blond and a little curly while Mr. Darkwoon's was brown like mine, always cut short. He would never let his hair grow at certain length because, like he explained one day, he wanted to always be ready to go back to army.

He had this crazy dream that when Quinn graduated from high school both of them would go to Navy, but my friend had a different dream. He wanted to be a wedding dress designer and then help desperate young future brides find the best dress they can. He was obsessed with "Say Yes to the Dress". We would watch all seasons together while sitting on his bed and eating fries with ketchup.

"You know what, chubby?" he gave this mean nickname which I didn't mind when he was using it. I was chubby during middle and high school. I couldn't hide it. But only Quinn could call me "chubby" because he was my close friend and we knew everything about each other.

"I'm glad you knocked me out that day" Quinn looked at me with a silly smile on his face.

After practices all of us were glad when we could go to locker room and take a shower. A huge benefit of being the only girl on the team was that I had an entire locker room for girls for myself. Until the track team came for their practice. Ugh, I hated those girls. All of them were skinny, but round in correct places. Always cute and sexy in a simple ponytail and almost no make-up. I couldn't understand why I didn't lose weight when I was practicing almost everyday with the boys who became taller, more masculine, more popular. I still was the Big A.

Anyway, after I was done taking a shower I walked fast to my locker trying to not get a cold. Suddenly, I hit something hard and warm. I heard something hitting some of the lockers and falling down. I realized I closed my eyes so I quickly opened them. Second later, I was screaming. Naked Quinn was lying on the floor and I wasn't sure if he was still alive.

The other boys and coach came quickly to see what happened. Our teammates were trying not to laugh when they saw this awkward scene. I was still holding the towel tightly to cover my body, but no one wanted to cover Quinn. Until Mr. Darkwoon told the guys to go finish changing and head home.

When there was only three of us coach looked at me. Even he was a little uncomfortable with this situation. He told me to go change and not to worry about Quinn, that he was alright.

Because I couldn't say a word I just nodded and went again toward my locker, but for the rest of the week I couldn't erase the image of naked Quinn from my head. From that day, the team started making fun of me and Quinn, but that just caused us to be friends. When both of us wanted to apologize about that weird accident we just looked at each other and laughed. After that Quinn took me to Burger King.

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