Many wonder what happens between the nerd and the bad boy?
What will happen when their "worlds" have to crash?
Will they fall in love? Who knows
Will they have their happily ever after? Will see
Or will they end up hating each other and wishing they...
I stretch my hand out to destroy the machine that makes almost everyone to literally want to grab it and smash it to pieces. First day of summer, everyone would be super excited and jump out of bed knowing that school is over and they have three months to themselves to do whatever they want to do. Unfortunately I am not one of them, summer to me means waking up early, go to the school and have practice from 7 in the morning to almost 4 in the afternoon.
Practice of what you might ask yourself? Well being the captain of the volleyball team is not something easy to do. Having to train all of the freshmen, help out the sophomores and finally practicing with my varsity team for the tournament that will be in few weeks.
Oops, how rudely of me. My name is Daphne Flores, many people call me Daph or Flowers, you can call me however you want I do not mind. At school I am known as the nerd. Why? Being number 1, not only in my grade, but the entire district, is not as easy as it sounds. Yeah, I might not be your typical outcast, wallpaper, antisocial, etc nerd.
Do I have friends? Yes I do, I might not be the "queen bee" but I do have my friends here and there.
Do I spend all of my time in books, and never get out of the library or the my room? Yes I do enjoy books, but no I don't spend all of my time having my nose stuck in books. I enjoy going out to the park or "shopping".
Am I the ugly ducking of the school? Well I don't consider myself ugly, yes I am not the Miss Universe, but I have my attributes.
I get up and stretch, enjoying the sound of all of the popping it makes. Sometimes I feel like I am a cat, although I hate cats so much, but hey they always seem like when they stretch is the best feeling in the world. Walking up to my dresser, I skim through my clothes deciding what to wear today to practice. Neon yellow spandex with black and volleyball to the side catches my eyes. Grabbing a long sleeve black shirt and my gray Nike's, I go to the shower and take a quick shower.
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Putting on my clothes, I brush my hair pulling it to a pony tail. Although my hair barely wants to hold into a pony tail, I used to have my hair up to my hips, but I donated it and ended up cutting it to my shoulders. My hair is neither blond nor black, it's a light brown that changes color in the light. My eyes are just hazel, that also change with what I wear.
I go to the kitchen and grab a water bottle from the fridge. I grab my keys and walk to my car. At school, everyone has either Mustangs or Chargers, well I am one of them haha. Although my Mustang is not one of the new ones, or any of that. My beautiful Mustang is a 1969 Boss 429 Mustang in a baby blue color. Yes, I prefer oldies over the modern ones in a heartbeat. Thanks to my grandpa, he gave me my baby for my 16th birthday.
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Turning my baby on, I reverse from the driveway and head to school. At the parking lot there are only about 5 cars, 3 being of the coaches and the other 2 of some of the seniors. I park at the front of the school and head to the gym. Before walking in you can already hear the hitting of the balls, and the whistles that are probably coming from Coach Deen.
Just as I was about to walk in, someone bumps into me. A soft sorry is heard and a petite girl walks past me into the gym. I shrug it off and walk up to my coach.
"Hey Coach, is everyone here or have they yet not arrive?" I say while noticing that the gym is almost empty.
"Daph, you are here 30 minutes early. Shouldn't you come around 7 not 6:30 in the morning." Coach Deen chuckles at my bad timing. Coach Vazquez walks up to me and motions me to walk with him.
"Whats up Coach V?" Walking next to him he takes a deep breath and turns to me, "Well you do know that we have about 3 weeks for the tournament to begin right?" I nod. "Well this summer we wont be able to attend unless we get an assistant for Coach Deen. I was wondering if you had anyone in mind.
Before I could answer the doors of the gym opens, and it seem like the devil had it towards me. Why? Because in walked Anthony Romes. The bad boy of the school, in other words the guy that every girl falls to their knees to kiss the spot that he walked on.
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