The Bad Boy and the British Girl

The Boy and His Party

Authors note: Hey! My god guys, so sorry for not updating in the usual time I do, been very busy! Anyone else heard about the Harry Potter open casting call? Just applied😂 anyway, 12th chapter people, no photo above this time unfortunately. I don't feel it fits at the moment! There will be two POVs in this just so the story flows easier. But hope you enjoy and don't forget to comment and vote!

Elizabeth Baker's POV:

Thursday has been the most boring day by far, Charlie wasn't here because she was "ill". This just means she's too busy watching shows on Netflix to come in and because all the teachers adore her she gets away with it. I tried pulling the same trick once, it did not work. I came into school and faced about 1000 disappointed looks, I felt like rugby tackling Charlie, I remember her whole body shaking with laughter at me.

It's last period and luckily I've had no interruptions from a certain Mr. Graye, I have gym practise so I shuffle my way from the biology labs once the bell rings to the changing rooms. I'm already wearing my vest, but I opted not to wear the shorts seeing as they are tighter than the tightest corset. I make my way to the gigantic hall we use to practise, as I walk in everyone looks at me with either pity or fear. I jog over to the coach, before announcing my presence to him I look around once more, receiving more confusing looks. I shake my head and tap the coach on the shoulder and widen my eyes and clasp my hands together, knowing something's about to happen.

"Baker," he announces loudly in his thick southern accent, we always think he sounds like Rick from the Walking Dead. I'm pretty sure Joe shouted Carrrrrrl across the hallway to him once. "Why are you here?" He questions, raising an eyebrow at me. I'm actually surprised he remembers me, despite being the captain he tends to forget me quite often.

"Uh, because it's practise?" I answer, with a tinge of uncertainty in my voice.

"Not for you." He says bluntly, shouting over Jessica Mayne. Oh Christ here we go.

"Coach, I'm captain, I'm pretty sure practise is on for me?" I interrogate him, fear washing my head as Jessica jogs slowly over to me. Does she actually jog really slowly and get her friends to hold fans up to her to make it look like she's in slow motion, or am I just seeing things? I shake my head in disbelief, predicting what's about to happen.

"Not captain anymore. You missed practise last week, we have a competition coming up and I can't have a slacker as captain!" Coach barks at me. I blink repeatedly at him in shock. "Jessica is captain now." He mutters calmly, giving her a blissful smile.

"I had a test? So did Jessica. So did everyone else in the team?" I fight back at him. I have nothing to lose now. "Surely I can at least join the back?" I plead.

"No. Baker, you slack once and your cut off!" He spits in my face. I wipe my dampened cheek disgustedly, when I look at Jessica, her arms are crossed and an evil smug look flashes onto her face.

"Fine, I'm sorry I wasn't aware to stay on this team I had to literally kiss your arse coach." I retort, slinging my bag over my shoulder, sneering at Jessica and leaving coach in utter dismay.

"For that comment you are never coming in this hall again!" He screams after me.

"See you tomorrow in volleyball coach!" I call over my shoulder, I stick my middle finger up at both of them without turning around to see their faces. I can feel both their stares burning into the back of my head, but I don't care anymore. I rip my phone out of my pocket and dial a number.

"Is that party still on?" I huff over the phone.

"Uh yeah, what about gym?" The questioning voice of Zach Graye returns.