Just Sh*t: A New York City Story

Chapter 23: The High School Romance

Chapter 1:

Needing a little extra cash to cover an unexpected bill, Jamie gathered his friends at their usual spot, hoping for some guidance. The atmosphere was relaxed, but Jamie couldn't shake the feeling of urgency in his voice as he looked around at his friends.

"Hey, guys, I need to make some quick money. Any ideas on what I could do?" he said, sighing as he leaned back on the couch.

Jackson glanced up from his laptop, shaking his head in disapproval. He had been engrossed in a finance project, but now he shifted his focus to Jamie.

"I could use help with finance stuff, but you're not great with numbers, right?" Jackson replied, raising an eyebrow.

Jamie grimaced at the reminder of his struggles with math. "Yeah, that's a no-go for me."

Judah, sitting nearby with a game controller in hand, chimed in. "I'd love to have you help at the studio, but I know you've tried that before and it didn't go well."

"Exactly. And Alex is too busy with work," Jamie added, feeling a mix of frustration and disappointment.

He turned to Ryan, who was lounging on the couch and looking thoughtful. Ryan seemed to be considering possible solutions.

"What about coaching? My school needs some coaches, and the hours aren't too bad. It's a pretty simple gig, too," Ryan suggested, a hint of enthusiasm in his voice.

Jamie perked up at the idea. "Coaching? What's available?" he asked, intrigued.

"Well, you could either be a ping-pong coach, which honestly sounds kind of dumb, or you could coach the girls' soccer team," Ryan explained, a playful grin spreading across his face.

Jamie's face scrunched up in hesitation at the thought. "Ping-pong? Really? And coaching girls' soccer? I don't want to end up in some awkward situations, and I barely know anything about sports!"

Ryan shrugged, trying to reassure him. "It's not that complicated. You just need to keep them organized and lead the practices. You can figure it out as you go."

Jamie took a deep breath, weighing his options. Although he felt apprehensive, he was grateful for the opportunity to earn some money.

"Alright, I'll give it a shot. It can't be that bad, right?" he said, attempting to sound optimistic.

Ryan smiled, clearly pleased with Jamie's decision. "You'll do great! Just keep it fun, and they'll appreciate having you around."

With a mix of nerves and determination, Jamie set out to meet with the school's athletic director, ready to tackle this new challenge and hopefully make some extra cash in the process.

Chapter 2:

Jamie walked into the school's athletic office, feeling a mix of excitement and anxiety. The walls were lined with sports memorabilia, and the scent of freshly waxed floors filled the air. The athletic director, a middle-aged man with a clipboard in hand, looked up as Jamie entered.

"You must be Jamie. Have a seat," the athletic director said, gesturing toward a chair.

Jamie sat down, trying to project confidence despite his nerves. He glanced around the office, noticing the various awards and trophies on display.

"So, tell me about your sports background," the director prompted, leaning forward slightly.

"Well, I've done some cross-country in high school," Jamie replied, hoping that would be enough to impress.

The director raised an eyebrow, looking expectantly at Jamie for more details. "That's it?"

Jamie nodded sheepishly, feeling the pressure of the moment. "Yeah, that's all I've really done."