Girl V.S. Boy

Chapter 13

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

OMG! I know... It's been a LOOOONG TIME. I AM SO SORRY! It's been I think 8 days. I just haven't had the energy or time to update. I've been lazy lol. And I also re-wrote this chapter over and over again. Needless to say, I had writer's block LOL. But here it is! I am sorry it's short and may be a bit boring!

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Chapter 13 (Girl V.S. Boy)

I managed to avoid Matthew and Jacob the rest of the day. It was really hard to avoid them during soccer practice though, especially since they kept overflowing me with “what happened” and “why are you ignoring us?”

When I got home, I immediately ran past my sister and dad and into my room. Today was a terrible day. All I wanted to do was sleep it off.

Once I got under the covers, I heard a knocking at my door. “Honey, it’s dad,” I heard my dad say from behind the door.

I ignored him and pulled the covers around me tighter, not wanting any company. My door opened and I heard my dad walk in, taking a seat on my bed where my feet were. “Bad day, huh?” he said with a sigh.

I ignored him again. “Mind telling me what happened?” dad asked.

“No,” I said quietly, feeling tears run down my cheeks.

“The problem will never be solved unless you tell me, Elle.”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Does it have to do with a boy?”

I rolled my eyes with a quiet scoff. Ha, boy! More like the biggest jerk ever on the planet! “Sort of,” I said.

“Is it a boyfriend of some sort?” my dad asked, sounding a bit angry now.

“No, dad. I don’t have a boyfriend,” I said with a sigh.

“Then what is it?” my dad asked.

I got out of the covers and wiped the tears away from my eyes. “Nothing. I don’t want to talk about it,” I said.

“Elle, if I see you crying about something that I don’t know of, you have to tell me,” dad said with concerned eyes.

I sniffled and wiped a tear away. “I don’t want to go to Queensland anymore.”

Dad stared at me with confused eyes. Poor guy. A single father of two girls. “But you liked it a few days ago?”

I nodded. “Yeah, I did but now I don’t. I want to move back to my old school, dad and if I can’t do that, then any school would do. I just hate it here,” I said, shaking my head.

“What happened?” dad asked.

“It’s complicated. But please, I really hate it here and I want to move now,” I said, crying.

Dad sighed just as Emily came into the room. “Um, hey… Dad, your cookies are about ready now,” she said awkwardly.

“Okay, can you take them out for me, please?” dad asked Emily.

Emily nodded and gave me a small smile before heading back downstairs. “Look, I know it must be hard… Not having a mother and all but I could tell whether your problems are about boys. The last time I saw you this upset was when you were having problems with your loser boyfriends,” dad said with a soft chuckle.

I sniffled and gave him a tiny smile. “But that doesn’t mean you should run away from your problems. Elle, I raised you to be a strong girl and now look, you made your way onto the boy’s soccer team. I am so proud of you and I still am but if you are just going to give up, then I was wrong about you,” my dad said, ruffling my hair.