The TomBoy

Chapter Three: The Baller, The Player, And The Jock

Today was Saturday. Which is a blessing.

The practice with the guys yesterday was exsausting.. He made us do 12 suicides, 10 up and downs, then scrimmaged. We didn't even learn anything, which pissed the guys off and caused them to flip out. So we all vented at my house after practice, then just watched a movie.

I woke up about 6:30, putting on a pair of shorts and a purple galaxy sports bra. (YES, GALAXY) Putting my hair into a pony tail and slipping my Nike's on. I put on a light jacket and grabbed my phone, putting my jogging music on. I opened the door slowly so I wouldn't wake up Mom or Dad.

Usually when I run, I always think about my problems and try and fix them.

Last game we didn't have the best defense because we were in a 3-2.. or was it a 2-3? It's too early.. I yawned and cut the corner, jogging around the mailboxes.

That girl should have gotten a technical, she yanked on Katelyn's arm. How the hell is that even aloud? She caused her to be out for the rest of the season.

I started to run faster, adrenaline pumping through me. Right foot, left foot. The crisp air was nipping at my skin, making a jolt of energy come in. I have to be faster...

Another turn was coming up, so I prepared myself for more mailboxes. Right when I was about to turn, I ran into something and making me tumble down with it. That didn't feel like a mailbox.

"Ella?", a voice said. I got up and wiped the dirt off my shorts. "What a surprise to see you up at this hour after practice last night."

"Lucas...", I said as I finally saw his face. "And same to you. He didn't go easy on you since it was your first practice.", I replied smirking.

"I've gotten worse. You jog?", he asked taking a sip of his water. I took out my earphones and nodded.

"You wanna go get breakfast?", he asked. It would be better to get to know him if he's on the basketball team.

"Sure.", I said. "But where would we go at this hour?", I asked as we walked down the sidewalk.

"Well, there is this cafe down here. I was jogging and saw it was open.", he said looking down at his feet. I nodded and asked, "So where are you from?"

"Well, I'm really from around here. I live about a block away from that cafe. I moved here from North Carolina, but I wanted to end my senior year here. At my home town.", he explained.

"How do I not remember you if your in the same grade as me?", I asked, obviously confused.

"I left when I was like in 7th grade. And we never had classes together.", he explained. We cut another corner and the cafe was right in front of us. We walked in and sat ourselves in a booth.

Our waitress gave us our menus and walked away. "Your the Lucas Pierce.", I said laughing to myself.

"What's that supposed to mean?", he said looking up from his menu.

"The baller, the player, and the jock.", I said as I looked through the menu.

"Oh, stereotypes are so old. I'm just Lucas for right now.", he said playing with his shirt. The waitress came back and I ordered first, "I want the hot cakes with bacon.... and a strawberry milkshake." I looked up at the waitor and she looked like a clown. I held in my laugh, even though it was so hard.

"A strawberry milkshake?", Lucas said laughing.

"Hey don't judge me.", I glared at him and gave the waitress back the menu.

"Well, I'll have the same thing.", he said smirking at me. I just rolled my eyes and she walked away.

"Dude she looked like a clown.", he said laughing.