Hot Mess Express | ongoing

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   "Come on Diaz pick those knees up! My ninety year old mother could do better than that!" Coach hollered, the deafening sound of his whistle following.

   I was drenched in sweat as I brought each knee up to my chest in quick repetitive steps. My teammates lined the court with me attempting to keep up the pace Coach required of us. We had successfully beaten Duke but he was still disappointed in the way we performed so we were punished with suicides and five minute intervals of high knees.

   I had been mentally checked out for the last six months. Though I still played up to par my usual risky behavior on the court was MIA. It was hard to focus on the actual game when the one man you loved was off canoodling with your younger sister. Picking out wedding cake and the perfect invitation letters. They hardly knew one another but decided that getting married was the perfect way to do just that.

   How could you marry the man of you sister's dreams? Wasn't there some unspoken law.

   "Diaz if you don't pick it up it'll be another fifteen for everyone!" Coach shouted and that's when I realized he was hovering over me.

   "Sorry coach," I breathlessly apologized.

   I toweled off my hair as I stood in front of my designated locker. It was marked with a small silver plate that read Diaz #04. I wrapped the towel around my shoulders before I began putting in the combination.

   "Yo Diaz you alright?" Casey Richie, one of my much taller teammates asked. She had short brown hair that stuck out each which way and olive skin. Her face was plastered with freckles.

   I turned to her and blinked my green orbs in confusion. Did I not seem alright? I hoped my dismay wasn't that obvious on my face.

   "I'm good Richie thanks for checking. Just a lot with midterms starting up and my sister's wedding next weekend," I nearly choked on the words as they left me. It was still surreal to think Lucille was only twenty-one and about to be married. I wasn't that much older at twenty-five but still she could've at least waited to graduate college like a sane person.

   Casey smiled sweetly at me before jerking her thumb over her shoulder towards the other members of our team: Penny Freedman, a pale stubby girl with thick blond hair who's hops would leave you speechless, Mason and Marty Montgomery, twin red heads who we dubbed double trouble, and lastly Cecilia Hampshire, a medium height and build brunette who was our second in command.

   "We're going out to Jose's Shack tonight. You should come. Buddha knows you need to get out of your head," Casey joked.

   I raised an eyebrow at her before asking, "As a Buddhist shouldn't drinking be against the rules?"

   Casey shrugged before saying, "Well I have my whole life to meditate. I only get so many nights to get wasted. Put on some dancing shoes we're gonna salsa!"

   The other girls on the team laughed as they all began their own terrible renditions of salsa dancing. I placed my hands on my hips before saying, "I'm going to have to teach you ladies how it's done!"

   Within the hour we were all headed to Jose's Shack; a local dance bar that many Stanford students attended. The drinks were cheap and the music was loud, it was just what we all needed after Coach railed us even after our win. He could be too strict sometimes, which is why we had to keep our outings to a minimum. We were his golden team, he couldn't have us drunk all the time.

   We had all decided on dresses to make dancing a lot easier. I wore a black loose fitting dress and slight heeled boots, I didn't want to potentially hurt myself during the season. I led the pack, flashing my ID to get inside.

   Even from outside I could hear the thudding Latino music. I didn't even take the time to give it a thought and headed around towards the outside bar and dance floor. The team followed as expected.

   "I'll get us some shots!" Penny hollered over the music before she made her way towards the bar.

   The rest of us all surrounded a tall table that had just been cleared off. My eyes scanned the smaller crowd that was outside and the first person that caught my eye was Melissa Conners, a sorority sister of Lucille's. Of course with my luck they'd be here.

   I quickly turned to shield my face hoping the babbling blond didn't see me.

   "You alright Diaz?" Cecilia asked as she looked at me with knitted brows.

   I opened my mouth to speak but was cut off, "Oh my Gosh! Sonya is that you?" Melissa's air-headed voice rang.

   I turned to her with a forced smile and fake surprise as I responded, "Melissa? Hey!"

   "You know her?" Casey asked as she looked at me in confusion along with the twins and Cecilia.

   "I totes am her sister's sister," Melissa said to my teammates. Her heavily caked face showing an expression that should've made that obvious.

   I palmed my face before I sighed at them. "She's a Delta like Lucille is what she means," I add and my teammates nod their understanding.

   Melissa turns to me and I can't help but notice the dress she is wearing is probably two sizes to small and is practically pushing her breasts up to her ears. "Sonya! Lucille and Mikey are here you should totes go say hi!" The blond said reaching for my hand.

   As if this were my worst nightmare I tried to step out of her grasp. "No I'm alright Melissa, really," I try to tell her as I continue moving back.

   I feel my heel step into something soft and a man's groan sounds from behind me. I quickly turn to step off of him and elbow Melissa in the nose as I say, "I'm so sorry!"

   The blond whined loudly and all eyes turned on us. I quickly reached for napkins to begin plugging Melissa's now bleeding nose.

   "You must have a powerful hook," I hear the male voice from beside me as he reaches to help sooth the now sobbing girl.

   I turn to see the familiar face of Maximilian Richards, the son of our Coach and the captain of the men's baseball team. His short brown hair was pushed messily to one side and he wore a casual t-shirt that read Stanford Cardinals. His stubble covered face wore a cocky smirk as always. I roll my eyes as I turn my attention back to Melissa. "I'm not doing this right now Richards," I tell him.

   He snickers playfully at me before saying, "Doing what? We're just trying to save this poor girl from bleeding to death."

   "Bleeding to death?!" Melissa gasps and looks down at her blood covered hands and dress.

   "Sonya?"

   I look up to see my sister in a very nonconservative dress hand in hand with Mike. He's just as gorgeous as ever. He had light stubble on his face that formed a mustache and beard. He was wearing a dark button up shirt with salmon shorts.

   Could this moment get any worse?

   "SHOTS!" Penny announced as she arrived at the table and my wish became a reality. Soon the blond was slipping on some of Melissa's blood, along with any other fluids spilled on the filthy concrete patio, and the six shots she had purchased went flying everywhere.

   I was definitely a hot mess.

A/N: sorry it took an eternity but chapter 1 is up!

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