Extraordinary

Chapter 11: Pissed Off

Chapter 10: Pissed Off

I couldn’t stop thinking of that night. Just something about it, something about us just talking made me feel suddenly comfortable with him.  

I don’t know why these feelings were inside me, something about butterflies or whatever. I’m not growing any feelings for him. We’ve grown closer, not quite friends but closer than we were.

Chloe knew everything. They planned it all out, and it wasn’t that hard to figure it out. She told him everything, she’s practically trying to hook us up. Which I'm sort of not really okay with.  Oh well, this ridiculous feeling in me will soon slip away in an instant. 

When I walked into school today with an exceptionally bright attitude, I thought it was going to be brightened even more when Coach Wilson caught me in the hallway today. 

I was walking in the hallway when I passed his room, and he just called me in without even looking up. I walked into his office and shut the door behind me. Was I in trouble for something? Usually in these situations I start sweating and my heart beats out of my chest from the nervousness. He looks up at me.

“You’re not in trouble,” he says immediately. I guess that sort of relaxes me. But all that tension built right back up in me when he said the next thing.

“You’re kicking me off the team?” I yelled.

“It’s not exactly kicking off, it’s suspension,” he corrects me, holding his hand up to signal me to lower my voice.  I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I haven’t done anything wrong for the team! 

“Suspension? Why am I being suspended? What could I possibly have done wrong?” I start rushing out. 

“You didn’t do anything wrong, I assure you, it’s just that--“he hesitates before he speaks again.

“There were new athletic guidelines and rules for this year, and according to one of the new rules, any level of concussion could take you out of the team for the rest of the year,”

What? Why? Nobody can help getting a concussion. It sounded like I was being accused of getting one. This was completely ridiculous. I could feel the anger build up in me as he kept reading one of the rules. I was so tempted to just burst out in profanity was how angry I was. And I do not cuss a lot.

“That’s just stupid,” I snap. “I am obviously okay, it was a minor concussion, and that all happened over a month ago anyways!” I exclaim. 

“Lola, I can’t do anything about it,” he states, standing up and moving away from his desk and putting his hands on my shoulders, gripping them slightly.

“You’ve got to do something about it, okay?  That’s all-“

“There must be something else Lola, football isn’t the only sport or hobby you do is it?” And it was like in that moment, that X Factor dream came flooding back. I can’t go far with that. I can play professional football and ace finals.  I can't sing on a stage in front of a huge crowd.  I can score goals and be surrounded by thousands of people in stadiums. 

“No, I guess not,” I stutter out with a sigh. We could both tell I was on the verge of tears. He gives me a reassuring grin.

“You’ll be okay, and be right back next year, right?” he asks a bit too happily. But I wouldn't. He's forgotten that this is my last year. That just made the feeling in my stomach worse.  I was so between anger and bursting into tears, another thought came to me.

“Louis, this is his fault isn’t it?” I mutter.

“Lola no, it wasn’t, he didn’t mean-“