What now??

Chapter 14

//////Stevie's pov//////

I woke up at six. Why so early. I could not fall back to sleep so I got up and put on a tye dye shirt and black shorts with my tennis. I grabbed my bag and texted TJ

To:TJ

Going to school early see u there

I left the building and started walking, it was 6:55. It would take 30 minutes to walk because it was on the out side of town.

From:TJ

Ok

I started down the road, when I got there it was 7:30. There were some students here for who knows what. I looked around to see the football players getting done with practice.

To:Dylan

Are you at practice

From:Dylan

Just got done

To:Dylan

I am in the parking lot

From:Dylan

Meet ya front door

To:Dylan

Sure

I walked to walked to the door to see Dylan there.

"Hey" I greeted.

"How are u"

"Good"

"So what are you doin after school?"

"Sorry got volley ball practice til 5."

"Can't you skip it"

"No"

"Please"

"No" I said stronger.

"Why not"

"We have a big game tomorrow, I need to practice."

I could tell he was getting mad

"Fine"

"Sorry, I would be like missing football"

"So now your blaming this on me"

"No"

"Feels like it"

"I wasn't"

Now I was getting mad.

"Fine, I am leaving."

"Good"

He slapped me across the check.

"Ow"

"Be quiet"

"Make me"

Slapped me again.

"Stop"

He raised his arm and was about to slap me again when Mr. Fran said "don't"

He's gonna get in trouble I chanted in my head. Hahahaha

I followed he to his office with Dylan behind me. He was mad.

When we walked in I got ice for my cheek and he said I could sit on the couch while Dylan sat on the chair.

"Why did you slap her Dylan?"

"I was mad"

"Why"

"She would not shut up"

"Still why would you slap her"

"I felt like it."

"Ms. Stevie would you know why he slapped you." They both were looking at me. Dylan was more like glaring.

"He was mad that I had practice after school and he though I was blaming him"

"Ok"

The bell rang and Dylan dashed to the door.

"We are not done yet"

"Fine"

He sat down.

"So you will lose one week of football practice and games and instead have detention. There is a tight 'no fighting' rule."

"This is all your fault Stevie"

"You can go now Dylan" he got up and left.

"So is that true..." He did not need to say more, I knew what he was asking.

"Yes" I mumbled.

"Why did you not tell me." Thank goodness he does not know the gym accident.

"Because everyone treats me with pity and sorrow and I hate it."

"Ok,"

"Can I leave now"

"Yes"

"Thank you"

I got up and bolted out the door. I did not what to go to class yet I wanted out of there. I went to the only place I loved more then my art studio. The track. It was only 4th period so I would not miss to much. I snuck in to the locker rooms and changed in to running shorts and a tank top. I grabbed my iPod and put in earbuds. I ran for for about an hour until I saw the boys go to the locker rooms. I ran to the meeting spot to say hi to coach.

"Hey" I greeted him as I turned to corner.

"Nice run"

"Thanks, I just needed to clear my head."

"Perfectly fine. Mr. Fern called to see if you were here because you did not got to fourth period."

"Ohh"

"Yea"

"He also said you can do that two times a week for as long as you want. So you don't get to worked up."

"Thanks"

"Yep, lets go see the boys"

"K"

The boys were doing stretches when we came out.

"Nice, what we are going to do today is a race. We are going to see who can run three miles the fastest." I know that might seem hard but we are all fast runners. "Ok line up"

"Ready set go" he yelled.

We all shot off running. I was in the lead, of course.

I made three miles in 4 minutes. The boys were still running.

"Call I still run see how long it takes them."

"Be my guest."

I started running and crossed the line with some person I think it was Andrew but I was not for sure.

"Nice, ok S go put 8 minutes on the records for 6 miles."

"What" said the boys who had finished.

"I ran 6 miles in 8 minutes." I answered them in baby talk.

They started coming closer,the I said "go take a shower you guys wreak!"

They all laugh and when to the locker rooms.

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Dylan hit her shat was I planning. I was planning lots, there will be some drama in the next couple chapters

So stay tuned.

~Liz