You roughly landed on your bed with a huge sigh escaping your lips. How in hell did this happen to you? Y/N, the star of your family. Never in trouble, 3.0 grade point average, liked by all your teachers, expelled for three days. You smacked a hand over your face. "This can't be happening."
You decided the best thing to do was to clean the house and hope your parents didn't murder you. What were you going to do now? "Oh yeah it's because I was caught in the boys locker room. Don't worry though it was a mistake, and you were just trying to talk to Coach Finstock." But even the principal didn't believe that.
Helplessly you cleaned like Cinderella, waiting for your Pareto arrive. Your phone buzzed awkwardly in your pants pocket, you answered it while continuing your work. "Hey."
"Where are you? Practice is starting and I don't see you?" Brett's tempting voice spoke through the receiver.
You shut your eyes, and huffed. "Brett I've been expelled because of you. I can't be on school property until next week."
"No way." The only sort of response that came from his end.
"Why did you just give me your jersey in person? I can't go to the game on Friday either." You stopped what you were doing and really got into it now. "Damnit Brett I'm gonna be in so much trouble now."
"Shit. I know Y/N. I'm sorry this is all my fault. Let me make it up to you." He pleaded back with you sounding unbelievably considerate.
"How?" You asked not believing him.
"Well if you're not going to be at the game Friday neither am I. So I think I can plan something by then." He said confidently to you.
"Well as endearing as that sounds I'm almost positive I'll be grounded." You felt the butterflies he caused to die and wilt in shame. You wanted nothing more than to just hang out with Brett. And if he was going to ditch his game for you it was even more sweet.
"Well then it looks like I'm breaking you out."
