It girl

Chapter 8

"Hey girl! Where have you been this past week? Not gonna lie you've been the prime time topic of everyone's conversations"

Oh great. Just my luck. I thought going AWOL would maybe avoid all the attention glad to know it did just the opposite. Well at least I heard it from my best friend.

"Oh well, I was just tired and sick. That party was really a lot for me. Haven't been at one in a while. So sorry won't happen again"

"Girl, I know that's not all of it you best be spilling it all on me during lunch"

Ahh jeez, guess I can't hide anything from this crazy girl

I slowly make it toward the rest of the classes and during lunch I carefully explain everything that happened between Alex and I. I also explained the confusing feelings I feel towards Lucas. After hearing myself explain everything, I realize I need a break from school. I just need to get away for a solid week or two. Forget all the boy drama I'm getting here.

"WOW, babe I am so so so sorry that you went through all of this. Now I wish I wouldn't have suggested the party in the first place, then maybe you and Alex wouldn't have broken up"

"It's fine, I'm glad I've seen his true colors before it was too late."

After lunch, I survive my last two classes and then head to the locker rooms. I, of course, change in my sacred little corner avoiding the small talk with the other girls. Don't get me wrong I love them all, but I'm ready to collaspe. Anyways, coach comes in and explains the game plan to beat Rivendale High. Apparently they are one of the better teams, but I'm not that scared.

"OK OK OK, ladies we have 3 minutes left in the game and we're down by 3 so what do you think we should do?"

Everyone falls silent, of course no one can barely think. But finally someone peeps up.

"Umm, maybe we should have Elena take the ball this time and have a double pick sent for Jenna for a three so we can at least tie the game?"

"Sounds good, don't mess up. If you lose this game will haunt you for the rest of the season. you ladies deserve to win this."

Ok no pressure I guess I mean the point guard is respectively one of the hardest positions to play. Being the leader of the team and all, setting up plays fixing the broken ones. I cannot not even imagine to think to feel what Jenna must be feeling. But I have no time to think, I gotta go win a game.

Ok, do not choke. Do not choke. The stands are absolutely insane, I don't look over at them. Knowing all the guys that will be there, and my wonderful ability to choke up whenever I see a guy. All I hear is the reffs whistle allowing us to inbound the ball, and the now distant cheers of "She's a Freshman" of the crowd. I go left and quickly roll off a pick to go right and inbound the ball. I know I can beat this whole press, so that's exactly what I do. I then don't see the play in action but the opprotunity to get a easy clear layup. Not think I drive hard to the basket and get pounded, and I do not know what happens until I hear everyone cheering. Apparently, I made it and got fouled so an And 1. Ahh jeez the thing I suck most at is the thing everyone is expecting me to make. I slowly walk to the line. The reff gives me the ball, I take two deep breaths, spin the ball twice, and pound it twice. I look at the back to rim because aim small to miss small amirite. I take the ball and shoot it, I wince because some girl shoves into me. I hear the whistle and the swish of my shot.

"Lane violation, another shot!"

Whoa, I have the opprotunity to have a 4 point play. Still at the line, the reff once again gives me the ball. I then follow up on my routine, and shoot it again. Hearing the satisfying swish is unreal. I quickly get back on defense having no time to celebrate because we still have 2 minutes and 40 seconds left on the clock. After the other team chokes on their offensive set, we get the ball back and stall. I just dribble in circles around the court. Not passing it to anyone afraid that they'll mess it up. Looking up at the score board I realize I've wasted a whole 2 minutes so only 40 seconds left. I then look at coach and call a timeout. In the timeout I draw up a quick play to get everyone to touch the ball and then feed it in the post for a quick last second bucket. We run the play with success and then the score board buzzes meaning th end of the game.

Everyone is going absolutely insane, the crowd of course came down from the bleachers and surrounds the team. I look amongst the crowd and see two familiar faces, Lucas on one side and Alex on the other. Both of them are locked onto me, so doing what any other smart girl would do I quickly escape by disappearing in the crowd. Once I get out I head to the locker rooms, where I know I'll have solitude. I shower, and change and head out to the hallways. I find my way to the concession stands and let myself indulge in half the sugary sweets there. Right as I turn around I bump into my favorite two people.

"Umm, if you cannot see I'm trying to move"

"No Elena we need to talk, please I'm so sorry I know I promised you I would never hurt you and I did. I can't even look at myself anymore." Alex says with a pleading look. He really does look sincere and hurt and tired. He doens't look like himself anymore, the happy Alex just a week ago that enjoyed embarassing me in front of the whole lunch room. I missed that Alex, but then I reazlied along with that Alex comes the one at the party. Who parties hard, and makes bad decisions. The one who hurt me, and it cut deep. SO I turn myself away.

"Elena, I promise to you I won't hurt you like that insensitive dick Alex. Please give me a chance. Don't let Alex ruin it for you, I don't want to lose you. The girl I met on the bus, who seemed to be everything for me."

I don't know what to do at this point, I just walk in between the both of them.

"Guys, I'm taking a break from all things unhealthy for me. Which are you guys, I'm leaving for Florida as soon as I get home." I walk away leaving it at that, I call an uber to take me home. I explain to my parents how homesick I am, and they eventually let me buy a ticket.

I slowly trudge upstairs, pack my things and wait for my uber again to pick me up. I don't have any idea of where I'm going to stay or how long. But my parents trust me enough. I say goodbye and they give me their credit card to use. I'm glad this is happening, it's healthy. I don't know what I want so hopefully this trip will let me know.