A Broken Smile

Chapter Sixteen : The Soccer Game

Chapter Sixteen:

I bolted upright.

I threw aside my comforter recklessly and started hollering Chase's name as I hopped around the room, looking for things to wear.

I jabbed at my alarm clock and hoped to god that it would shut off before I snapped and threw it out the window.

"CHASE! WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE!", I shouted, slipping on some socks. I adjusted my tight bandage around my chest and patted my wig into place. Glasses. Where were my glasses? Damn I needed my glasses cause I knew without them, I'd be a dead giveaway.

I found them under my dresser and placed them on my face, exhaling calmly. Good thing I was a guy and didn't need an extra hour for makeup and hair.

I slipped on my uniform and just as I was adjusting the tie, Chase slipped into the foyer-part of our room. He sauntered into the kitchen, grabbing for orange juice tiredly as I scrambled to brush my teeth.

"Wha do you think your do-een?", I managed through my barely brushed teeth.

"Getting breakfast.", he answered placidly.

"We need to be in the front entrance in ten minutes and you're EATING BREAKFAST?", I screamed, ready to pull his hair out.

"Go ahead. I'll be there in a few.", he motioned.

Just then, a skinny and tan blonde ambled slowly out of his room in nothing but a neon pink bra, bareley-there underwear, and his see-through oxford uniform shirt, barely hitting her thigh.

Cute look.

I rolled my eyes and decided I wouldn't want to 'crash the party'

"It's your life you're screwing up. Not mine.", I grumbled as I trudged out of the room, leaving emphasis on my door slam.

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"And Ms.Ford, Where exactly is your partner in crime?", Mr. Sharkey, the assistant princaple questioned.

"He's not my partner."

"Where is he?", he questioned.

"I-I-I don't know.", I avoided his gaze.

"Until he gets here, it's time added onto both your detentions."

I groaned inwardly and plopped down on one of the office chairs.

I waited around for another fifteen minutes until Chase finally stumbled in. Shirt recklessly buttoned, pants hanging dangerously low on his hips, hair messed up, no tie. And yet, he was still incredibly attractive and I at least owed my self one appreciative secret glance.

As he fixed his clearly "make-out" hair and shirt while talking to the assistant princaple, I thought of what Mr.Sharkey would have us do.

"Gentlemen! You're going to be doing some easy community service hours. There's a boys soccer program down by the park and you'll be coaching little children. Let's hope you don't get carried away and start acting like them yourselves.", Mr. SHarkey handed us community service papers, forms that needed to be signed, and a map that would lead us there.

"Thanks, Sharkey.", Chase gave him one of those lopsided half smiles that would have melted any female teacher. Unfortunately, it was Sharkey.

"Thank you so much for this oppurtunity, sir! Tell principle Williams that we hope to see him soon!", I rushed.

Sharkey looked at us quizzically and pushed us out of school.

And so began the torturous journey to 6-year old land.