Strawberry Sweet

.Fuck The Whole Football Team.

🍓Chapter Twenty Two: Fuck The Whole Football Team🍓

🍓Strawberry Sweet🍓

.Nichole.

After Drake and I had spent Sunday together, and after Ryan had confessed to telling Drake about my not-so-important past, He had gone home and I had fallen asleep on the couch watching "The Princess Bride".

Now it's Monday morning, and also, conveniently enough, the day I try out for the cheer team. Great. Isn't it? I haven't even had my coffee this morning.

The whole way to school, Ryan and I are quite. Careful not to make a peep. If I talk first that means I surrender and forgive him. If he talks first that means he surrenders and he's sorry. But the downfall to that is the stubbornness that runs in the Delaware blood line.

Neither of our prides are going to allow us to cave first. So silence and "You found me" by the fray are all that fill the air.

"Hey... um" Ryan speaks up. Ha! I win!

"Look don't even bother apologizing. It's not that big of a deal, I'm sorry I got mad" I admit. Maybe I overreacted a bit...

"It's fine, I shouldn't have told him... but I wasn't going to apologize" he says shamefully.

Well... fuck me.

"Then what did you open your fat mouth to say?" I ask in a harsh tone.

"Don't get mad at me, I just apologized. I even apologized the night I walked in on you and Drake fucking. Oh and don't think I don't know that he spent the night Saturday night." Ryan lectures me.

"Oh don't get your panties in a twist, Ryan. We were hardly fucking. Not even close if I'm being honest. Even if we were it's none of your concern. I can fuck whoever I want." I snap back.

"You're my little sister, there is no way I'm going to let you see that fuck boy."

"Oh, really, father? I'm sorry. I didn't know I needed your permission." I roll my eyes.

"It's not like you'd listen anyways. Why don't you just fuck the whole football team? Lord knows Chaz wouldn't expect anything less of you-" I slam down in my breaks abruptly.

One.

Two.

Three beats of silence.
"Get out"

He lets out a long breath and rubs his forehead.
"Nichole... I'm sorry, I didn't mean for that to come out"

"Get. Out" I repeat.

"Nichole..."

"I said get the fuck out of my car, Ryan. Now"

He sighs and grabs his bag from the back seat, only to sling it over his shoulder and pop open the car door.

"See you at home" he comments.

"Don't bother, I'll be out. Fucking the whole football team" I retort before driving off.

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"Party. My house. You're coming"

I jump at the sudden voice and drop my text books on the ground.
Looking to my right I see that Rudy is standing next to me, leaning against the locker next to mine.

"I don't think so" I tell him and crouch down to pick up my books.

"Come on, mi amor. I want to apologize for what happened last Friday night" He tells me picking up a lock of my hair and twirling it between his index and pointer finger.

"Rudy, I said no. Besides, I don't trust you. I mean hell, the first time we met you assaulted me," I stand up with my books in hand at turn to him making my hair fall from his fingers. "Oh, and then you called me a slut" I narrow my eyes. He crosses his arms over his chest in a smug manner once again.

"I was drunk, sugar." He defends. "I'll tell you what, you can even bring your four boy toys that you hang around" I close my locker and twist the dial.

"First off, one of them is my brother, so ew. And second off, I was with them last time and that didn't stop you" I begin walking away to my art class.

"Like I said, princessa" he jogs slightly to catch up with me. And I wince at the name. It sounds so wrong coming from his mouth instead of Drake's. "I was drunk. I won't even drink this time. I swear I'm not usually like that"

I turn to face him as other students in the hall pass by us and move to get around us. "Look, Rudy." I start "I'll talk to the boys about it. But if they say no, then it's no. Got it?"

He beams a bright smile at me "got it." He turns around smugly with his hands in his pockets "by the way mi amor." He calls out over his shoulder "good luck at tryouts. We're all exited to see your routine" he winks and then continues down the hall way like he owns the place.

Tryouts? Does he mean my cheerleading tryouts? How would he know about that? His words set uneasy with me, never the less I continue down the hall ways of WRH to art class.

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As I sit at my desk I can't shake the feeling of being watched. Although it's just me in the classroom as of now, it feels sort of... sinister. Almost creepy.

I set my books down at my desk and open my bag to get out my portfolio.

CrEAk...

I turn around to face the omnipotent sound. The only thing in the class room that I could guess should have made the sound is the door that leads to the art supplies closet.

"Hello?" I ask taking cautionary steps towards the door, leaving my desk behind.

"M-mr. Radcliffe?" I ask getting closer to the closet door.
My fingers reach the very edge of the door. I open it just a crack.

"Mind giving me a hand, dear?" The door opens to reveal Mr. Radcliffe with boxes of art supplies in his hands, about to fall over, and out of his grip.

"Yeah, sure." I reply swiftly before grabbing boxes out of the dust covered closet.

"What's all this for?" I ask him as I walk across the room to set the boxes on the desk he set his boxes on.

As he reaches for a box on the top shelf I notice a small tattoo of a black panther with glowing red eyes on his wrist.

Before I could ask about it he speaks.

"We're using clay today. We're going to sculpt without prompt today." He tells me. My heart soars at the mention of an impromptu class today. There is nothing I love more then making art without a limit and without instruction.

"Sounds great" I tell him with a smile and wipe my hands on my pants.

No prompt? Wouldn't it be great to live life that way?

Just likr that, I had forgotten all about his little tattoo, but it settles in the back of my mind along with other known but forgoten things.