Clear Eyes (Tim Riggins Story)

Chapter Five

I know it has been a while, I am terribly sorry. Please forgive me. I don't know whether or not to continue this story or not. Please vote and comment, let me know what you guys think about it.

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I thought Max was hard to teach. Tim doesn't even listen, he just stares at Lyla Garrity. "Why are you not listening to me, Tim" I growled and put my head on the table.

"I am listening, football. I am also observing," he smirked and gripped my thigh. He is very attractive, but is a complete douche sometimes.

I can not fall for him or get caught up in his life. I do not need a hoe-dog in the twins' lives.

"Checking out little miss cheerleader, but touching my leg. How classy, Riggins." I slapped his arm, and pulled the textbook towards me.

"Can we please be done? I have practice in 15 minutes. Darling, you can watch us, and I will take you home afterwards. Max wants to learn some moves." Tim quietly mutters in my ear when he pushed the notebooks in his book bag.

"I actually need to go by the store, and since you fixed my truck, thanks by the way, I can drive myself home. Maybe you can show Max another time." I grabbed my purse and book bag before nodding at Lyla and heading towards the main entrance.

"Football, wait up. Babe. Let me walk you out at least." I think he is trying to use me to make her jealous. I think not, 'babe.'

"Nah. Stay with your girlfriend." I glared at him and stormed to the parking lot.

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"SISSY!" Max and Emma lunged at me when Mrs. B opened her front door. I grinned at the small monkeys attached to my legs.

"He, guys. I missed you both." I reached down and hoisted them up on my hips. "Thank you, Mrs. B. I am so grateful. I will pay you back eventually." I nodded at her and started to our home.

"Is Tim coming over?" Max asked once I put them on the couch and locked the door. "No, he has practice tonight. Maybe another time." I patted his headed and put some microwavable kids meals in the microwave.

"I want pudding." Emma said and threw her show at me. She is in a mood today. She is going to be the teenager from hell.

"No throwing in the house. Emma, you will be in deep trouble if you do it again." I scolded and slapped her hand when she reached for her other shoe.

"Sissy, Tim is here." Max yelped and pulled his Auburn football hat on and ran to the door. I quickly glanced outside through the peep hole as Tim knocked on the door.

What does he want now?

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Please ignore any spelling or grammatical errors. I will update again in the next week. 

-Brooke