Once a Reject

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I'll be honest with you. All that pent up anger inside kinda scared me. Right now I'm sitting on the sidelines, because I kicked the third guy today in the shin. Out teams were tied right now and if coach would put me back win we could win. The score was three-three and my team was failing to put out. Garret and his goons weren't bad but they weren't good either. If coach would fucking put me in I could win this.

"Marx! Your in. No more kicking though!" I shot up from seat and did nothing, but saluted to coach. This kid named Evan had the ball and I completely stole it right from underneath his feet. I pushed myself forward, seeing the Gail get closer and closer. Out of the side of my eye I could see Garret gaining speed and prepared to steal the ball. In a quick second I passed the to the right and spun behind him gaining control of the ball again. My feet moved faster than my brain and I kick the ball into the goal with all my force.

The sound of a whistle made me look at the coach. He had a pleased look on his face. Next to him was Kyle.

"Everyone, before you hit the lockers, this is Kyle. He is now in our class and hopefully you will treat him with upmost respect." I saw Kyle wink at me and it made me stir in my pants. To avoid a blush I looked in a completely different direction, which only lead me to look at Garret. He was scowling at me and his eyes held an emotions I couldn't figure out. I rolled my eyes and averted my attention to the sea of guys piling into the locker rooms. I decided I'd go him in my gym gear as it got ridiculously hot over the course of the day.

I grabbed my car keys and my math book from locker and made my way towards my car. I could feel my phone vibrating in my jacket pocket, but because of all the things on my hands I ignored it. Hopping into the drivers seat I sat my crap into the passengers seat and pulled my phone out.

You are babysitting a friend of mines daughter. ~Mom

I rolled my eyes, but started the engine. I followed the GPS to the coordinates my mom gave me, which sounded familiar. My heart began to pound and sound heavy in my ears. I knew exactly who's house I was in front of. I began to freak out as I haven't had a shower and smell terribly. Usually I didn't care, but I feel as though I have something to prove now that Kyle is around.

My palms began to sweat and I turned the engine off in hopes the utter silence will calm me down. I take three deep breaths before I jump out the car and make my very slow decent to the door. Ringing the doorbell I paced as I waited.

"Hello?"

"Yeah, hi. I'm Marx. I'm babysitting here." The woman who stood in front of me eyes lit up.

"Oh yes! Come on in. Your not supposed to be here for another two hours." She said as she closed the door behind me. I looked around at the walls and the stairs, everything looked the same except for the people that were now living inside.

"I-I know. I was just passing by on my way home." I lied. The woman nodded her head and signaled for me to follow. I remembered the hallway I was walking down and made sure to stop and look at the pictures that lined the wall.

He was so small.

I followed the woman into the kitchen and she pointed to the stool next to the island. I sat down and she grabbed a glass of water.

"You can call me Samantha." I nodded my head as I nervously took a sip of the glass of water.

"MOMMY! IM HUNGRY!" A small little girl with platinum blonde hair came rushing in. Her attire consisting of pink. She stopped her running when she saw me.

"Who you?"

"My name is Marx. I'm babysitting you tonight." She nodded her head yet a frown surfaced her face.

"Do you like spongebob?"

"I love spongebob!" I replied cheerfully. The little girl turned to her mother and threw her arms in the air.

"I like him mommy!" Samantha chuckled at her daughters enthusiasm.

"Mom I'm home." The little girl hurdled herself out of the kitchen to greet whoever came through the door. I began to sweat as I was getting increasingly nervous. I tightly held the glass in my palms and stared down at the water as if it was the most fascinating thing.

"Hello Jenna. How have you been princess?"

"I made a friend he's in the kitchen."

"Well take me to him." The sound of footsteps getting louder made my heart beat even faster.

"Garret this is Marx." At Jenna's young age 'Marx' sounded more like 'Mars'

"Why hello Marx." I heard Garret's voice say.

"Garret."

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SO FUCKING SORRY I TOOK TWO WEEKS TO UPDATE.

BUT DONT FEAR

THIS TIME I SHALL WARN YOU.

WARNING: IM NOT GOING TO B POSTING FOR THE NEXT TWO WEEKS.

GUESS WHERE A BITCH IS GOING?!

THATS RIGHT U GUESSED IT!

COSTA RICA.

BON SOIR BITCHEs.

Stay sassy, stay classy and don't be a bitch.

-Marg.