Dangerous Love Triangle

Skylar-Basketball to the Face

A long chapter of nothing but fluff.  Just trying to show that Skylar is more popular than Rylan, and that they do have a few other friends.  Next chapter is where we'll meet Cassidy.  So stay tuned!

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            The bell for the end of fourth period sounded and I cursed silently under my breath.  For the entire free period I had been playing on a rolling chair while Rylan slept.  Poor guy might be getting sick again.  The familiar feeling of guilt that I thought I had gotten over weighed on my mind.  No, you’ll just piss Rylan off if you think like that.  I mentally scolded myself.  I stood up and stretched.  I picked up my bag, thanked the nurse and walked out into the busy hallway.  My brother would have a fit if I skipped class and used him as an excuse.  We were supposed to have P.E. together right now so I walked towards the gym.  I walked into the locker room and stuffed my bag into my locker.  I quickly changed into my uniform and walked with my friends out onto the gym floor.  My friend Mickey glanced into the bleachers and a look of confusion crossed his face.

            “Where’s Rylan?” He asked facing me.

            “He wasn’t feeling good so he’s sleeping in the nurse’s office,” I replied starting to worry about my brother again.

            “Again?” Asked my other friend Kevin.  We all played football together and became best buds from that.  Since Rylan was always with me they had become friends with him too.  So of course they knew about how sickly he was.

            “He’ll probably be fine,” I brushed it off knowing that worrying about him would just irritate my brother.  I’m not helpless!  He’d most likely yell then proceed to walk into a wall.

            “Ha ha ha!”  I laughed at the thought.  My friends looked at me like I was crazy and I waved them off.

            “Let’s go!  Today we’re playing basketball,” I shouted excitedly as I began running over to where our P.E. teacher, Mr. Sharler, was.

            “Hey coach!” I greeted him.  Mr. Sharler was the P.E. teacher and football coach.  I’d heard he went All-American in football at his college and turned down the NFL to join the army for fifteen years.  One tough cookie, eh?  He often used military force to get his ideas across.  Ugh.

            “Hey McMullen,” he returned the greeting, not bothering to look up from his clipboard.

            “Your brother coming?” He asked finally looking up at me.

            “Nope, he’s at the nurse’s,” he nodded and then gathered us around and split us into teams.  He put all the football guys on one team, obviously favoring us, but no one dared to point it out.  We began playing and it was painfully obvious how much better our team full of athletes was from the others.  I let my mind wander a bit too much during a game and got hit square in the face by the ball.  My head knocked back and my body followed sending me sprawling to the ground.  I blinked in surprise and stared at the bright, gym lights.

            “Skylar!  Skylar!” I heard many voices calling my name and the rapid shuffling of feet.  Before I knew it a large group was surrounding me.  The girls were squealing in worry and my friends were just kind of staring, waiting for a response.  Wow was the ground comfortable!  Better get up though before they call an ambulance.  I heard Coach yelling at my friend Mickey in the distance.

            “Really Johnson!  You didn't even have the decency to check if he was looking!  If he has a concussion you will never play football at this school again!” His ridiculous anger getting the better of him.  I closed my eyes, guess I better get up and save Mickey.  I opened my eyes and sat up rubbing my head.  No real damage done.

            “Hey!  I’m okay!  I’m alive!”  I yelled and waved idiotically at my coach and Mickey.  Mickey grinned and smiled his thanks from behind Coach Sharler’s back.

            “Great!  Now we can continue,” Coach dispersed everyone.

            “Glad you manned up McMuller,” he patted me sharply on the back and then walked on.

            “Are you sure you’re okay?” Mickey asked running over to me.

            “Sorry about that.  What were you thinking about?” He apologized holding out his hand to me.  I took it gratefully and he hauled me to my feet.

            “Nah, it’s okay.  I was just spacing out there over nothing,” I grinned.

            “Right man,” He said raising an eyebrow.

            “Anyway, did you see?  Chelsea was checking you out when you were on the ground,” he wiggled his eyebrows at me.

            “Dude!  She’s irritating!  She’s the one that spread the rumor that we hooked up last year,” I grunted in irritation.  Mickey gaped at me in shock.

            “She’s a D-Cup!  Are you crazy man?!” He half shouted.  I crossed my arms and sighed.

            “Looks aren’t everything Mike,” I stated simply.  He rolled his eyes.

            “I don’t know if you’re extremely mature, or extremely stupid,” he muttered.  I chuckled and then slapped his shoulder.

            “Come on, we’re off right now,” I began walking towards the bleachers where our other teammates were resting.  We all fooled around while the other teams were playing the last game.  A sharp whistle interrupted our gallivanting and we all turned our attentions towards Coach.

            “Class dismissed!” He barked and swiftly left the gym without so much as a backward glance.  We all slowly filed into the locker room and showered off.

            “What do you have next?” Kevin asked from the locker next to mine as we changed back into our regular clothes.

            “I have English with Mrs. Miller,” I responded pulling my shirt over my head.

            “Heard she’s an easy grader,” Kevin stated uninterested as he rummaged around in his locker.

            “I thought Rylan said you guys had Mrs. Jackson,” Kevin’s head popped out from around the locker door.  I slammed the locker shut and swung my backpack over my shoulder.

            “He’s got her.  I’m in regular English, he’s in honors,” I said before I walked out the door.  I wonder how Rylan’s doing?  I thought before I walked down the hall towards the English classes.