Of Jerks & Drama

Chapter 7

I, Riley Carmichael, didn't really see the point of a couple of six-foot tall, brawny and overly arrogant guys who thought they were descendants of Hercules run around the court to shoot and orange ball through a net.

So when the editor in chief of The Eastwood Eagles website assigned me to an interview with Eastwood high's three best basketball players, or as they like to call themselves, the mythical three — Jay Rivers, Lolo Sanchez and Mateo Gonzales. She wants the interview for an article in the sports column (really, the basketball team was all or ever contains) on a normal Saturday morning at the library, it was no surprise to her that I declined.

"I write news Emily, not an ego booster to the size of mexico." I retort, pushing the cart further up the fiction aisle. I run my fingers over the beautifully written literature pull out the books that are not meant to be there.

Emily Parks, undeniably the most sought-after girl in Eastwood with her beauty, brains and athleticism followed me and placed both hands on the back of the cart. "Let's be real Riles, nobody in high school ever reads the news, except of course, you and I and the staff. If it doesn't contain anything basketball related, it isn't interesting."

Running my hands through the masterpieces on the cart, I lift dive of the books and put them on the shelf, then I sigh. I tuck a long curl beneath my ear and say, "What about Stan? Doesn't he write the sport articles? Including the upcoming game on Friday."

I wheel the cart out of the fiction section and Emily follows"Apparently, he's down with some kind of contagious disease or something." She heaves a sigh and I turn to her and then furrow my brows.

It's just now I realize how tired she looks — Alexa wasn't kidding when she said I was unobservant — she has dark rings under her eyes, her former lively blue eyes are now dull and her glowing white skin and looking tired.

"It'll be easy for you, I heard you and Mateo are a thing now." She winks at me and cracks a little smile. I stop in my tracks and whip my head to her direction, my curls flying everywhere, even hitting Emily in the face.

"Hey!" She spits my hair out and blinks vigorously. "Watch it!"

"Who told you that!" I yell and the librarian that was looking through a book silences me. I mumble a sorry and whispered what I said before.

She laughed quietly. "Relax, Alexa said she caught a glimpse of you guys at the parking lot."

Alexa!

"Well she's wrong." I grumble and she giggles. "Wait when did you and Alexa get so close?"

"Alexa and I were cheerleader captains before I quit, so I don't kill myself with all these clubs I'm in." She says, flicking her voluminous blonde hair over her shoulders.

"Oh." I nodded. 

I groan internally, seeing that I haven't answered her question and my shift at the library is ending.

"Okay, fine." I say, putting the cart where it's supposed to be. "I'll do the interview and write the article."

Her eyes widen I'm size but she stays silent. Once we walk out of the school library, she squeals and I swear the cheerleaders and the basketball players down the Hall in the gym can hear her.

"Thank you so much!" She jumps up and down and her dress hikes up a bit. "I thought I was going to have to write myself because your quite stubborn y'know, and I have a tennis competition on Friday, I didn't know how I was going to do it but you came to the rescue!" She rambles.

I smile, not know what to say after that.

Stan's gotta pay me back for this.