I walked into school the next morning with Blake by my side with my head held high. I know that I had done nothing wrong, and I didn't intend to make anyone believe that I did. So when I passed by Tay, I smiled smugly, and strode past. When I got to my locker, Blake leaned against it, leaning closer to me.
"Was that really necessary?" He asked, looking a little guilty.
"Probably not, but that is not the point. The point is to tell her that I meant what I said. For her to stay away from my family, my friends, and especially, my boyfriend. I'm not risking her going near my brother, or you, or any other of the boys in my group. She may think that some of them are single because they like to 'hook up' with the other girls, but me and you know that it's only a matter of time until they admit that they actually like each other and for more than just a tumble in the hay," I closed my locker and walked confidently off to my first hour with Blake right behind me.
"I know what you're saying, I really do, but is it necessary to kick someone while they're down?" He asked, exasperated.
"How the hell is she down?" I turned on him, gritting my teeth.
"1.) she has no parents. 2.) you made sure she had no friends. 3... I don't know about three."
"The whole no parents thing I understand. Yeah, that sucks. However, I am not the one who made sure that she had no friends, she brought that on herself. Not my problem, and if it happens to be a problem with you, then whatever. You go to her side, just make sure it will be worth it."
With that said, I turned and entered my first period class, taking a seat by itself at the front, glaring at Blake who walked in just after me. Ultimately sparking some rumors. We always sat together, whether in the back, or in the front. So me sitting by myself was a new thing to people, even the teacher.
As the lesson continued. I got constant texts on my phone, all along the lines of I'm sorry, or I didn't mean it like that. All of which I ignored. I spaced out for most of it, but when Mr. Tanner said my name and snapped his fingers in my face, I knew I was in trouble.
"Miss Landry. Are you even paying attention?" He asked sternly, glaring directly at me.
"I would say yes, but my mother taught me not to lie," I told him, surprised at what came out of my own mouth.
Just as he was about to reply, my luck would have it that the bell rang. How clichè.
I quickly left my desk and scurried into the hallway, leaving the gaping teacher and Blake behind. i strutted through the hallways and out to my car, deciding to just ditch for the rest of the day. I didnt want to have to deal with Blake, or the fact that i just talked back to the teacher. I jumped into my imperial blue camaro and sped off, heading home to get clothes to change into so i could go to the gym and work on pitching. I'd been meaning to do it for ahile now, I just always forgot. I needed to step up my game. Scouts would be watching me, and not that I needed the money for scholarships, i wanted to play in college.
I jogged up the stairs once i got home and went right into my closet. i changed into cropped yoga pants and my sports bra, throwing a t-shirt over it. I filled my One Direction CamalBak. i know. Mature, right? i grabbed my softball bag and was right back out the door. It was only about ten in the morning once i finally got to MVP. All the trainers knew me by name, and knew exactly what my routine was; stretch, run, stretch, do warm ups with the pitching coach, then pitch as many buckets of balls as i wanted. I had been going there since i was a kid with my dad, before he passed away. Softball was something that we shared, and i wanted to make him proud, even if he wasnt here watching me, or coaching me anymore.
