Owen's POV
"What do you mean I can't play!!??" I yelled at Coach.
"I didn't say you couldn't play. I said, 'You can't play if your grades don't come up.'"
"But- that's not fair, Coach!" I raised my voice. He glared at me and responded,
"Listen, Owen. I really need you to play this season, I think you should talk to your parents about this. See what they think."
"My grades aren't that bad, though. Why can't I just play? I'll probably just get a scholarship for football anyways," I complained.
"Owen, I'm not being mean here, really. Your teachers think that it's for the best as well. And, you have an F in English, that's not..." he paused, "that's not the best."
"I-"
"No. No more complaining. Go home, Mister Grady. Talk to your parents, and study for whatever class you have."
I stood up and grunted. I took the bus home, and sagged into my kitchen, where my mom was cooking dinner.
"Smells good," I sighed.
"It's your favorite," she smiled. "I thought you be more excited about it... Is everything ok?"
I shook my head and sighed, "Coach said I couldn't play if I don't get my grades up..."
My mother nearly dropped the spoon, as she spun around to face me.
"Owen...." she sighed, "why'd you let your grades slip so far? I told you that you have to keep them up... And now look what happened."
"Mom, I'm sorry. I know that I deserve it, and I'm not looking for a lecture. I need help, mom. What do I do?" I pleaded for her help.
"Maybe you could get a tutor," she suggested.
"Like who?"
"Maybe that girl that you used to be friends with... what was her name?" she pondered. "Claire! That was it!"
"Claire? I-I don't think that will be the best idea.." I trailed off.
"Isn't she smart?"
"Yes, she is really smart.. but I don't know if-"
"Owen, if you want your grades to come up so you can play, I suggest you ask her for some help."
"Fine, fine..."
"Do it for football!" She cheered. She turned back to dinner, and I sighed.
I was going to ask Claire freaking Dearing if she would be willing to tutor me.
This is going to be one hell of a day tomorrow.
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Crazy For You
Romansa"Claire drew wildly on her open notebook in her English class. She sat near the windows, hoping nobody would pay attention to her. Claire didn't like all the attention on her, but she didn't know she had grabbed the football team's quarterback's att...
