Meet The Coach

Lesson 6: Talk To The Player's Ex

Lesson 6: Talk To The Player's Ex

"So you and Carter went to same camp for three years and you two didn't even meet?" Sandy asked suddenly the next day.

"Weird isn't it? But then again it was a big camp, a lot of kids went. The population must've been well over a thousand," I replied. Sandy looked as if she wanted to say something, but was holding back.

I decided not to question it. She would ask in her own time.

"It makes sense now," she said. Sandy paused in the school corridor. "Did your parents tell you about the anniversary weekend?"

"Yes they did. When we got home last night," I answered. Sandy smiled. It wasn't casual or whole hearted, it definitely suggested an ulterior motive.

"Do you know what means?" She asked rhetorically.

I answered anyway. "Do I want to?"

Sandy shook her head nonetheless she told me. "Slumber party!" She announced. I would've groaned - especially if it had anything to do with Carter, but I shrugged.

"I'm alright with that," I informed her. She blinked twice.

"Excuse me?"

"You're excused."

Sandy cracked a smile. "You don't mind having a slumber party?"

"Last time I checked I didn't have a problem spending time with you, I only have problems spending time with your brother."

"Wooooohooooo!" Sandy practically screamed before she wrapped her arms around me and gave me a bone crushing hug, one which I was sure squeezed all the oxygen out of me.

"C-can't b-breathe - " I managed to stutter.

"Oops. Sorry Bree," Sandy apologized before letting me go.

"I have one exception," I said, knowing very well that Sandy would be making plans as we speak.

"I don't care what you say, we're having a karaoke tournament. I don't care how tone deaf we are."

I cracked a smile. "We can completely forget about the 'meet the coach' thing for that night. I'm not going to sleep in some skimpy night wear."

"Okay. Plus it gives you a chance to be more yourself. Right?"

"Exactly."

"By the way I wasn't going to make you wear skimpy night wear... he'd stare at you whatever you wear," Sandy assured.

"Because he's a pervert?" I guessed.

"He's prefers to put it 'giving the ladies all of his attention'."

"And you want me to fall for that... if he ends up breaking my heart, you're going to smash his head in with a brick," I informed her. She smiled, not at all minding my occasional violent actions against her brother.

"Okay, I will. Oh yeah, before I forget Hailey and I are going to the mall this weekend, maybe get some stuff for the fundraiser... come with?" The last part Sandy said awfully nicely. I contemplated and thought about last Saturday.

"Do I have to wake up early?"

"Nope," she promised.

"Okay, I'll come."

*

From Monday night there hadn't been anymore lessons. It's Saturday. I suppose this is a way of saying that Sandy wants me to work with what I have?

I then realised why was I caring so much? Maybe it's because ever since I've been here that's all I've practically have to do alongside school.

I double checked my pouch to see if I had my phone and my money but as I did I felt a vibration from my phone which indicated that Sandy was outside waiting. I kissed my parents 'goodbye' and left. Hailey already seated in her convertible and Sandy shotgun. I let myself into the back and we drove to the mall.