Fouled By Fate

Chapter Eight

Alexander

"Before you leave today don't forget to turn in your essays about your start-up business ventures." Mr. Lark informs us as he starts erasing everything off his whiteboard. "Also, we will begin presenting your financial models on Monday! The order in which you will present will be random, so don't wait until Monday to try to cram something together at the last minute. This model will count for twenty-five percent of your grade. I hope you have taken it seriously." He lectures as the bell begins to ring.

I shuffle along in the crowd of students filing out of the classroom, dropping my essay onto Mr. Lark's desk on my way out. "Yo, did you finish your model thing?" Jacob asks, coming up to walk beside me. He's the best defensive player we have on the team. He's broad and bulging with muscles. If I didn't know him, I'd say that he was on steroids. His black hair is cut into a buzz cut.

"Yeah. I think so. I plan on going back over everything this weekend, but I'm pretty sure I've got it as good as it's going to get." I tell him.

"Could you help me out? I've got no idea what I'm doing." He says.

I nod. "Yeah, sure, no problem."

He clasps me on the back. "Thanks, man. See you at practice!"

"You're not going now?" I ask.

He shakes his head. "I've got to run back to my form first, but I'll be there."

"Well, hurry up and don't be late," I tell him. "I don't feel like running extra laps because of you."

"Can you help me with mine?" A girl with a long, blonde ponytail asks.

"Oh, me too!" Her curly redheaded friends pipes up.

"Sorry, girls I don't think I'll have time to help everyone," I say, causing them to both make pouty faces at me.

"No fair!" The blonde one whines, stomping her foot.

I roll my eyes. "I'm sure if you both help each other out you'll be able to figure it out yourselves," I tell them.

"Mm, maybe, but it would be so much better if you helped us." The brunette says, batting her eyelashes and leaning closer to give me a better view of her chest.

"Tempting," I say, biting my lip to make her think I'm interested. "I've got to hurry up and get to practice, but I'll let you know," I say, pushing past her.

"Call me!" The blonde yells as she waves her hand in the air.

I check my phone on the way to practice to find it's been blown up. This is nothing new. I always have hundreds of unread notifications. I scroll through my notifications as thousands of my fans have been leaving comments on all of my social medias. I always leave my notifications off for this reason. There are too many likes, follows, shares, and comments for me to ever even dream of keeping up with. Especially now that everyone is patiently waiting in anticipation to find out who I'll be signing a contract to play for next.

I take a few moments in the locker room to take a selfie of me in my tank top and ball shorts with a basketball under my arm to post. "Yo, you ready?" Ben yells.

My mom's smiling face appears on the screen. "Yeah, just give me a minute," I tell him.

"Hey, mom, how's it-"