That Girl.

chapter 5

Turned out I rolled my ankle and coach wasn't too pleased. I stood in the middle of the field feeling pissed as hell while thinking about that chic. It was all her fault.

"Anderson!" Coach yelled from the offline. I snapped out of my cursings and limped towards him, "Will it heal before this Friday game?"

"Yes sir," I said confidently, hoping it does because I didn't want coach to find a replacement. It was my big time to show off and I didn't want to miss the chance.

"Good, now go home and rest that foot of yours before it gets any worse. Don't come tomorrow if it's not healed,"

"Yes sir," I jogged past him and back to the changing room. I yanked my locker open and grabbed the towel that hung on the hook of the door. Limping to the shower, I began stripping off my uniform and gears. The shoulder padding fell to the floor with a thud and I stepped into the shower. The cold water hit my face, sending shivers through my body. Forgetting that I had sprained my ankle, I accidentally put weight on it. I let out a sound of frustration from the pain and the anger building within me. Laura Matthews. It won't matter how many times I die, I will never forget that name if I missed my chance. I turned off the shower and wrapped the towel around my waist before walking out. I picked up my dirty laundry and gears from the floor and put then in the basket for the cleaner.

"What happened man?" Luke came rushing into the locker room, panting hard.

"Nothing,"

"You were fine at lunch," He stabilized his breathing and headed to his locker on the opposite side of mine.

"Just happened to come across a damsel in distress that's all," I shrugged lightly.

"Yeah, believe you to do that for the ladies," He scoffed.

"Yeah..." No. I would've let her sprained her own ankle and left her there just because she's so arrogant. I pulled my boxers and pants on; pulling a shirt over my head soon after.

"Who was it now?"

"Don't know her," Your god damn devil sister.

"What a shame," he mumbled as he began loosening his shoulder padding. Nah, not actually. But I do wish I could tell you how much I despise her though!

"Anyways, catch ya' later, this important foot needs resting," I pointed down at my right foot.

"I'll come by later," He slammed his locker shut and paced towards the shower.

"Yeah,"

I walked slowly towards my car and slipped in. I didn't start the engine, instead I sat there and just stared blankly outside the windscreen. My attention was averted to a couple, a female storming out of the school's entrance with a guy trailing behind her. The guy grabbed her arm and yanked her to turn around. I squinted my eyes to take a closer look at the girl and realised it was no other than Laura Matthews. It was only her god damn first day and she's already causing trouble. I poked my head out of the window and rested my chin on my arm to watch the scene, wondering what she had done this time.

"Let go of me you son of a bitch," she screamed at the guy, trying to pull her arm out of his grip.

"Listen to me L, it was a long time a go, can't you just put it in the past!" he finally let go of her arms and stared intensely at her. Just as I noticed a second later, Laura stared in my direction and turned back to the guy. I scrunched my face in confusion. In just a flash of a blink, she punched the guy right in the jaw and began marching towards me. Oh hell no! I quickly grabbed my key and slipped it into the slot. My hand shakily twisted it right to start the engine. I undid the brake, putting it on reverse instead and stepped on the pedal, ignoring the ache from my foot. My car reversed backwards quickly, changing to third gear and sped off. Looking in the mirror, I could see an angry Laura flipping the bird at me. She was screaming something but I was too far away to hear. Take that bitch! I mentally high fived myself, if that's even possible, and turned on the radio, blasting it loudly as I drove home, feeling that my day has just gotten better.

"I'm home," I shouted loudly before shutting the door behind me.

"Welcome back sir," Anthony, my butler, greet me.

"Where are my parents?" I limped pass him and began my way up stairs; him following close behind.

"They left a few hours ago on a business trip sir,"

"They're not here, stop with the formal shit Ant," I ordered in annoyance. Anthony was like a brother to me. He was only a few years older than I was and he's the one who taught me how to play football. My parents have never liked how I was so attached to him. They told me I shouldn't be attached to a servant; it wasn't a good habit. Up until these days, they still haven't thought of a logical reason to back up their prohibition.

"So what did you do to your ankle? You should know better," Anthony's voice relaxed as he followed me into my plain and neat room.

"Some chic jumped on me," I dropped onto my black king-sized bed.

"Even at school? You know it's going to interfere with football. Lay low for a while will ya," he picked up my shit on the floor and shoved it into my humongous walk-in waredrobe.

"No, it's not what you think. It's not the 'jump' as in sex-jumped but the 'jump' as in I literally jumped on. You know, using me as a padding so she wouldn't get hurt." I groaned just by thinking about her. Anthony gruffawed and nodded.

"Interesting, I see you have found your match," he began towards the door, stopping in between the frame, "Just don't forget football. I'll be busy from 5 onwards, anything you want?"

"Nah, Luke should be coming sometimes today aswell. Just let him in like usual," I dismissed him and closed my stinging eyes. It was strained from the recent lack of sleep and now was my chance to rest. I grinned to myself everytime I remembered what I did today. Proud that I could react that fast. She deserved it for giving me a sprained ankle.

A/N: I hope you guys like this chapter :) I personally like how Nate just drove away from her, he didn't even think twice about it! Haha. Please VOTE, COMMENT, SHARE and/or FOLLOW. Thank you! <3