Hymn for The Weekend

Chapter 5

AN: Hey everybody! This project has gotten some likes and I've received some some messages asking when I'm going to update. So here I am! I hope you like it! ;)

*beep beep beep beep*

My alarm goes off and I flail my arms around to smack the 'shut up' button. I push the sheets down my legs and feel an icy shiver course down my spine and rub my eyes. I got absolutely no sleep. I mean, how could I after I made out with my coach. What the hell is that?

I shower, brush my teeth, and put on my tennis clothes. Today I decide to wear a white strappy top and a black ruffle skirt with my bright multi-colored shoes. I pull my hair up into a ponytail then braid it. I then drag myself down stairs, plop down onto our kitchen bar, and rest my head against the counter.

"Someone's tired," mom says padding into the kitchen.

"Work," she asks.

"Yeah. My shift ended late."

I make green tea for myself and put it in a disposable cup then grab a banana. I hear a honk from out side. Shit.

"Gotta go mom. See you tonight at about 11."

"Okay. Have fun honey."

I sling my tennis bag and duffle bag over my shoulders and jog outside to meet Milos. The trunk is already open and he's not looking at me or even in my direction. Well this isn't going to be awkward at all.

I shove my bags into the trunk, slam it, and climb into the front seat.

Milos, without looking at me or saying a word, backs out of my driveway and starts towards the tennis courts.

At first we don't say anything. Then I turn on the radio. "Don't Tell Em" comes on and I go red. How appropriate. Milos reaches over and turns it off. I glance over at him. I can't read his expression. I can't tell if he's angry with me, embarrassed, grossed out, or just tired.

"Rough night," I ask, curious as to what his response will be. I don't even get a facial muscle twitch.

"So what? Are you just going to give me the silent treatment," I ask.

"Unless you want to talk about a certain situation that you found yourself in last night, then yes," he says plainly.

"The situation I found myself in? You are equally responsible for your actions last night. It's not like my panties control your dick."

I shut my mouth just as quick as quickly as I opened it. I feel my cheeks heat up and I'm actually looking forward to doing sprints.

We get to the tennis courts and I immediately grab my bags and go on the court. I dump my stuff to the side where I won't trip on it when running and do my warm up. Completely aware of Milos watching me, I grab my racquet, ready to stay hitting.

"No," he says simply.

"Today, for the first hour, we'll be working on flexibility."

"This is ridiculous. I'm plenty flexible."

He steps closer to me.

"Yeah, I saw."

My mouth drops open and I gape at him, suddenly remembering when he saw me doing my dance routine. I mentally slap myself repeatedly.

"Get into the child's pose," he says.

I sit down on my knees, place my hands out in front of me , and reach them as far as I can, keeping my head down to the ground. He comes behind me, places his hands on my mid back section and pushes slightly. My skin vibrates at his touch and I quietly hope he didn't feel me shiver. I hold this for 30 seconds.