Chapter Eight: Your type of 'fun' is sex and drugs

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Monday came fairly quickly, I didn't go home all weekend. I was either at Luc's (Lucas' nickname but pronounced like Luke) or Katelyn's. I didn't tell mom or dad about what happened, I didn't even want to talk to Sam.

Luc apologized about him being rude to me when I came over for dinner, he was just angry.

I walked into the school, just wanting to get through the day. I walked over to my locker, putting in the combo. I threw my junk in, and being startled by Luc.

"You ready for a good practice tonight?", he asked me as I shut my locker door.

"Not really. I'm to tired.", I said yawning walking into the gym for our daily announcements. He was behind me the whole time and even sat down beside me.

"Do you need something?", I asked looking at him.

"No, I just wanted to sit with you. You smell good.", he admitted. I rolled my eyes, "I try my best."

"Do you want to come over later, to study me more?", he asked me playing with his hands.

"Okay. Let's just stop this. Alright? People are starting to think we are dating, but we aren't.", I admitted.

"We've been studying, how does that mean we are dating?", he asked bending down to look at my face.

"I don't want people to think we are either.", I said rolling my eyes.

"Is that a bad thing to date me?", he asked.

"You've dated almost every girl in this school. Even Katelyn, and Annabelle.", I whined. "People are gonna think I am fucking you."

"I wish.", he chuckled. "And when did you start caring about what people say about you?"

"I don't know..", I said.

"Why are you getting so offensive about it?", He asked. "I do realize that when I am around you, your heart beats faster.", he starting to get close to my hear, smelling his minty warm breath.

"And your fingers begin to twitch, you start closing your eyes. You want to fight it.", he whispered, brushing his lips on the top of my ear.

"I... don't..... know what your talking about.", I said sighing.

"You want me to kiss you.", he said brushing his lips onto the crook of my neck. I shook my head, but I didn't want him to stop. He was making me feel warm inside, don't stop.

"But, you don't want to date a fuckboy.", he said as his lips got so close. I wanted him to kiss me, I wanted more of him. He jumped up and winked at me, walking over to the rest of the basketball team. I let out a sigh of relief, what the hell just happened.

"You alright?", Anna said walking up to me. "It looks like you just saw a ghost."

"Yeah.", I said sighing again and looking at Lucas. "Everything is perfectly fine."

***

I walked into the gym after my 7 minutes of running. Taking a sip of my Gatorade, I walked over to Anna.

"Are we scrimmaging the boys?", she asked me. I shrugged my shoulder, I really didn't want to see Lucas. He made me feel weird inside.

"Alright girls. We're scrimmaging the boys in about 5 minutes. We need to go over some plays. Get into positions.", Coach yelled walking into the gym. We all nodded, jogging over to our positions.

"Double wheel!", Amber yelled down the court as she dribbled. (Amber is our point guard, Anna our shooting guard, Makenna our other guard, me in forward and a b-team girl named Izzie.)

I ran up to the high post, ready for her to pass to me. After showing off a bit, she finally got the ball to me. Turning around and shooting a jump shot.

"Good shot Parker.", Amber said giving me a high five.

The boys basketball team walked in, trying not to make eye contact after his little episode this morning.

"Hello ladies.", Coach Sherm said, sitting his stuff on the bleachers. He grabbed a girl's ball so we could do jump. Me being the tallest on the team, I always jump. Daniel came up into the circle, going against me.


"You ready scum?", he asked smiling.

"Ready to get your ass kicked, by a girl?", I mocked. Coach blew his annoying whistle, throwing the ball straight up. I tipped it over to Makenna, her stopping at the three point. She shot, making the net make that lovable *swish*  sound. I slapped her on the shoulder as Coach Sherm yelled at the guys for not blocking that shot.


***

Practice finally came to an end, running into the locker room. I took off my practice jersey, leaving me just in a sports bra.

"Boo.", a voice echoed. I jumped, "Hello?"

"Did I scare you Ella?", Lucas asked, stepping out of the shower room.

"Yes, and you need to quit. That thing you pulled this morning, don't do that again.", I said glaring at him, hurrying to put a shirt on.

"Let me take you out this weekend.", he pleaded.


"You know, it is illegal to be in a girl's locker room when there is a girl present.", I said slipping on my boots.


"It won't be a date. We can just go out, have some fun.", he said walking closer to me.


"Your type of  'fun'  is sex and drugs.", I said rolling my eyes pushing him out of the way. "And why wouldn't you go with your temporary girlfriends."

"I-I don't know....", he said scratching his neck. "Would you?"


"Oh, yes. I would love you go with Lucas Pierce.", I sarcastically said as I walked out of the girl's locker room.

"Your sarcasm is not necessary.", he said bluntly.

"I don't have time for a date.", I said, walking to the front lobby.

"You have nothi-", he tried to say but I finished his sentence, "-nothing but time. Yes, I've heard that phrase a billion times."

"Ella, stop.", he said grabbing my arm. I stopped walking as he jerked me back. "Do you want to know why I call you Ella?"

"Yes.", I said sighing.

"You'll find out if you please come out with me on Saturday.", he whined. His whining was getting really annoying, "Fine. But I am not dressing up at all."

"You don't have too.", he said smirking. "Do you need a ride home?"

"No, I have dealt with you enough tonight. I'll get a ride from Anna.", I said picking up my stuff.

"Bye Ella."

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Short chapter, but hey.

My homecoming is tomorrow, and you know what. I'm getting a dress TOMORROW. Which sucks ass, yeah I know. I do everything at the last minute. But IDGAF

~Kenzie ;)



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