I'm Short You're Tall, So What.

Chapter 7

'This chapter is Unedited.'

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(Chase)

'A week later.'

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My team mates were all shouting and laughing as we entered the hotel in our jerseys, coach Denhim had the school's golden trophy in his hands looking very proud. It was an intense match but we won! I was so happy.

My hand was around Arson's neck as he helped me to sit on a chair, I scored most through out the game with the help of the team but I ended injuring my knee before the last period of the game.

Coach Denhim placed a hand on my shoulder.

"How's your knee feeling?"

He asked.

"The pain is still there but I'll be ok if I rest."

I lent into the chair touching the bruise.

"Hm, I'll take you to a doctor before we leave. Just rest in your room until then."

He said and I thanked him.

Arson helped me to my hotel room and stayed there a bit.

"Will you be ok alone up here?"  He asked concerned.

"Yeah, go celebrate with the others. I'll be fine."

I told him unzipping my suitcase, I'm planning to take a shower then go into bed.

"Ok, I'm coming to check up on you later."

He closed the door behind his back.

A sigh escaped my lips and I laid back in bed, my parents are coming at my house tomorrow to congratulate me on the game.

Why the heck would they choose to come that time? They don't give a damn whether I fail or be successful. It was something else.

I looked at the good luck charm Chisanna gave me, I had pinned it on my jersey before playing. It was in pink, I can't believe she bought it in pink.

Next week would be the final week of examinations at school, the team and I will be taking ours at a later date. Today was Friday, I wonder where she was now.

Probably at the cemetery, why does she like that place so much. Any normal high school girl would be scared to just be there.

She's interesting and a  bit hard to understand but I can't help but find her attractive.

"Ahhhh.. "

I slapped my forehead, my phone vibrated on the pillow and I checked it. A message from my father.

Sender: Dad
We've already arrived at your place. Have a safe trip back home.

Are you kidding me!! That's all he has to say to me after months of no communication. I hate that man so much! And he calls himself my father.

The other day, the coach had my knee bandaged at the doctor before our flight.

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Upon arrival my team mates had went their separate ways but since Arson and I lived at the same location, we walked together.

The airport was busy as usual, people were still checking out. We exited the building after having our suit cases checked.

I saw a well dressed man standing next to a black car with his hands in his pockets. A face cold as cement, eyes sharp and sophisticated. He had a look of superiority and authority. He was a strict man of business.