(Edited 7/16/18)
"They're really great, Kid." Coach Carson pats my back and I wave my hand dismissively.
"Psh...duh. What did you expect? Me picking crappy kids to go out for Varsity? Hell no."
He chuckles at me, tapping his pen on his clipboard. "Alright. See you Monday for conditioning."
"Bye Coach." I wave, walking out of the gym, as they finish up their tryout.
I put my shoes in my bag and I push the door open with my hip, feeling the breeze hit me. I notice Liam on the phone, leaning against my car.
My car.
"Hey! Get your ass off my baby!" I yell to him, speed walking over to where he is and pushing him off my car.
He shoots me a glare as I get into my car and start it up. In the mood for music. I turn up my radio and Aaliyah's One In a Million blasts through the speakers. "Ooh yes Aaliyah. Sing it, baby!"
Liam shakes his head, amused at me as he ends his phone call and taps on my window. I roll it down and he pops his head into the window. "My dad called me."
"Congrats."
"He said to get home ASAP because we have to talk about some shit or something like that."
"Now?" I roll my eyes. The last thing I want to do is go home for a lecture. Maybe let me get a nice little massage, maybe some super chocolate ice cream, some music therapy, hell maybe a sexy male stripper.
"Yes, now. However, I won't be there, so fill me in." He pats my shoulder, then turns around to walk away from me.
"What? Hell no! You're coming with me." I yell after him, but he waves me off. "Fuck you!"
"I know you want to!" He turns and yells back, winking at me while walking backwards.
I put my car into drive, flipping him off as I pull out the parking lot. I turn my volume up at a dangerous level, but I roll down my windows to compensate.
"Your Love is a one in a million.
It goes on and on and on.
You give me a really good feeling.
All day long."
I turn off my car, but I decide to leave my stuff in there. I'll get it back tonight. I unlock the door to the house, swinging the door open. When I inhale, my eyes roll to the back of my head.
Holy hell.
Chimichurri, Tequila, and Pastel de Tres Leches.
Holy shit.
"Who's cooking up a storm? Tenemos comida delicioso!" I drag out the last word, skipping into the kitchen with a huge smile on my face.
My mom is there, setting up plates for us to eat. Damn, Liam, you're missing out. I don't play when it comes to food, so if he starves, oh the fuck well.
My mom knows I'm in love with Pastel de Tres Leches. That shit makes your mouth water. Especially when my mom makes it chocolate. It's not traditionally made chocolate, but my mom does it for me and it's so good.
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The Player in Him
Teen Fiction"Why aren't you scared?" I whine and he laughs. "Come on, you wouldn't dare hurt me with that. It's too risky, and I can get out of this easily, babe." I can tell he's smirking and it's sickening. "Oh yeah? Try." I say confidently and in o...
