The Bad Boy And The Tomboy

Chapter 12: Stressed Out

Betty's POV:

I sat, tears threatening to over flow my eyelids, as I held a tub of ice cream close to my chest. I sat on Sandra's huge black couch, Sandra sitting beside me, the huge quilt covering us both to about our shoulders. I hadn't been at school for two days now, well it was only Monday. "Why did I lose the shot, huh?" I whined at Sarah, she clutched my shoulder, her curly hair shifting to the other side of her head.

I handed her the now empty tub of Ice cream, she said it helps. "You didn't...lose the shot." I heard the angriness in her voice, telling me that she was only doing this to make me happy. I was furious and angry, that's why I forced myself not to cry for the 24th time this Afternoon.

Facing my head towards the soaking window I sniffed. Why did it have to be now? Why did my team have to loose to them? No one had visited me since, I didn't even know why Sandra had bothered to stay with me. My mind was filled with thoughts, all sorts. If I hadn't lost the shot I and my team would have went to a Pizza restaurant and ate almost all of the Pizza's there! I smiled at the thought. We would have walked out the pitch with cheers! And I wouldn't have been embarrassed... My smiled toppled over to a frown.

I just lost right?

The boo's loudened and shouts from the audience echoed around the pitch, I dragged my hands through my brown hair and pulled it, my face reddening. Screaming, I dragged my feet through the fake grass towards the locker room, leaving my team outside to face the rising crowd. Entering the locker room I heard a slight beep from the pitch, shaking my head I opened my locker taking my extra football trainers and placing them on the platform. I didn't want to be part of this, I didn't want to be a loser nor did I want to wear the uniform.

Tearing the blue football top off my body I stood in the changing room with only my bra, shorts and trainers. The cold from outside crept onto my smooth skin, I reacted to the cold by shaking my hips and arms. Though feeling furious I began to hum the tune to 'Stressed Out by Twenty One Pilots', I nodded my head to the sound and began humming louder, flinging my arms by my sides and began to move my hips and arms to the music. I began singing aloud.

"Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol' days,

When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out.

Sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when I was young,
How come I'm never able to identify where it's coming from,
I'd make a candle out of it if I ever found it,
Try to sell it, never sell out of it, I'd probably only sell one,

It'd be to my brother, 'cause we have the same nose,
Same clothes homegrown a stone's throw from a creek we used to roam,
But it would remind us of when nothing really mattered,
Out of student loans and treehouse homes we all would take the latter."

"Bee! Stop singing! Put on your top! Now!" I flinched at the yelling sound coming from Drew's mouth, I shoved the blue top onto my body, seeing Drew's heaving angry figure stood still in the door way. I gave him a perplexed angry look, "What!?" I yelled at him, he rolled his eyes pulling my hand in his and running towards the pitch. The audience was filled with laughter, so were the Kinder Kits. My team was filled with huge frowns, clenched fists and red or angry faces. I glanced at them, my stomach clenching with nervousness. Andrew pointed towards the large screen.

The screen showed red lockers, one open red locker, a red platform and some black and gold trainers laying on the platform. My trainers? The t-teams locker room? Tears fell down my cheeks as I realised what had happened, I took a glance at all of the tearing crowds that lay in the audience. They were laughing b-because of me? Had they saw me...in my bra? Did they take photos? Did they hear me sing? Did they see me dance? My shoulders jumped down and up due to my crying.

A Kinder Kit that towered above me walked towards me and held my face in his dry hand, I stayed still. The large screen had it's camera on me and the guy. "You Betty?"

I nodded. Blue eyes scanned my brown eyes, "Well...You're hot, I'll show it to my friends." He smirked and the rest of his team fell into a fit of laughter and high fives, and I...

Fell into a fit of tears...

I had just been embarrassed...

In front whole audience.

My eyes watered at the recalling events, "Betty, don't cry." Sandra rushed up to me and wiped the tears that flow down my face with the back of her hand. I sniffed and rolled my eyes, wouldn't she cry if she lost her swimming contest, huh? She pulled me into a deep hug and kissed my cheek, "Just go and sleep okay? In my bedroom." I nodded as if a dog, swung the warm sheet off my skin and jumped of the couch. My feet collided with the soft red material that lay on her stairs.

I reached the top and walked slowly towards her fully heated room, "The room is neat!" I yelled to her, then made myself comfortable by jumping into her large comfortable bed, pulling it's sheets over me.

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I woke up to the sounds of recurring moans and heavy groans, I refused to call out to see who it could be as it could have been a...burger? No, a burgle...Oh, i was hungry. I shook my head as I heard the rumbles of my stomach. "Time to have food." I whispered to myself, my eyes glistened with pleasure, my love for food was...Magnificientable.

There are no words to describe it.

My feet, though light on the wooden tiles below me made a creaking sound. I held the railings of the stairs and as soon as my feet touched the soft red material I rushed down the stairs, I didn't want the burger to go away. Or burgle...

The moans and heavy groans became louder as I began to think of sounds that could relate to these. But there was only one. The sounds were coming from the kitchen, I held the kitchen door handle and saw...

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Who do you think she should see? Howdya like it so far, ey?