Out Of Bounds

EPIC Hangover

4:00am

Taylors POV

I woke with a jolt and a blazing light

(Coach Chris) Out of bed…Now!

(Taylor) What? What time is it?

(Coach Chris) 4:00am…you both have two minutes to be outside, I suggest you wear running shoes. *C walks out*

(Taylor) *walks over and shuts off the light, bracing herself against the wall as the room starts to spin* What the fuck…

(Isabelle) he knows T…FUCK…HE KNOWS! *pulls on a leo and a pair of sweat shorts as she stumbles back onto the bed*

(Taylor) How? How the hell would he know? *grabs a leo and a pair of shorts from Iz’s drawer and quickly changes*

(Isabelle) I don’t know…shit

(Taylor) ok stop…he doesn’t know…just chill out and get your shoes on

*T and Izzy quickly put on their shoes and meet C outside, trying desperately to act as sober as possible*

(Coach Chris) *Sitting in his SUV, rolls down the window* You have 10 minutes to get to the gym…*backs out of the driveway and takes off toward the gym*

(Isabelle) Is he serious?

(Taylor) he didn’t look like he was kidding…fuck

*Both girls take off sprinting*

(Isabelle) How are you not panicking right now….I’m freaking out…he knows we went to that party last night

(Taylor) I'm still drunk at this point…I’m focusing all my energy on not slurring words and falling over…quit freaking out until you know there is something to freak out about.

*The girls arrive at the gym with less than one minute to spare and find C standing outside arms folded across his chest*

(Coach Chris) Well, that was fun…tell me, how was the movie last night?

(Taylor) it was good

(Coach Chris) really? Fantastic…what did you see?

(Taylor) *racking her tequila saturated brain trying to think of any movie title out currently in theatres….nothing…frick* uh-uhm…I

(Coach Chris) wrong answer….one lie

(Isabelle) Nothing good was playing, so we didn’t go

(Coach Chris) oooh good try…two lies, wanna try again?

(Taylor) we were hanging out with the Jonas Boys *immediately after the words left her mouth, she almost vomited*

(Coach Chris) One truth….where did you go?

(Isabelle) we…hung out with some other elites

(Coach Chris) mmmhmmm…..

Taylor’s Inner Monologue

We were fucked….no, that was a massive understatement…death row inmates are looking at us right now and thinking holy shit, sucks to be them….Iz was right….he knew. I don’t know how he found out but he did, he knows we were with the boys…strike one…we lied about where we were going…strike two…its obvious he knows about the party…which inevitably leads to him knowing about the drinking…that’s strike three and four…and you don’t have to be a ESPN junkie to know full and well there are only three strikes before you are out…Iz had less need to worry, to her he was just her coach…but to me…this could potentially turn out real bad…he is super strict as it is…and that’s just the Coach side…he held legal guardianship over me…which simply meant he was legally allowed to punish and or torture me in any way he saw fit. I remember throwing down an f-u-bomb when I was 7 during a practice and he had swatted my butt a few times in front of everyone before sending me to his office to finish the job…it wasn’t the first (nor the last) time he had to step over into the parental handling role at the gym…but certainly the most memorable in my mind…. And that was before he had guardianship. But Im 16 now…we are way past the whole spanking thing…what would it be now? Chinese water torture? Flogging? Hanging me from the ceiling by my toenails? Ok….probably none of those…but whatever it was, I'm sure it's bad.