Act like a LADY, Think like a BOSS

Chapter 15: My Angel

Picture of Riley (Luke Bilyk) on the side!

I was unbelievably sore and exhausted by the time 9 o’clock rolled by.

From my pounding head to my aching toes, every single part of Erin Burkley burned with pain.

“Damn, you guys look like hell,” Adam whistled while rummaging through our half empty fridge as Derek and I stumbled into the dorm half asleep.

I stopped to catch my breath, leaning tiredly against the door frame as Derek scowled in frustration.

“Dammit! Boswell won’t tell us the results yet! Damn old man! What’s wrong with him this year?!”

I frowned, brushing the bangs of my wig out from my eyes. I liked Coach Boswell, I respected him immensely for so many things. I wasn’t going to sit there and let Derek talk smack about my brother’s old coach!

“Derek, it’s only been a day, give him a break-”

“You don’t know Boswell like I do Burkley,” Derek raged disgustedly, “He’s not indecisive whatsoever. I’ve been playing for him for years, I know his techniques, his tactics, his personality. He’s more organized than the secretary of the state and is a man of his word. And you can always count on him dammit, he always posts the results the day of. They should be up by now!”

Riley snorted as he rolled off the couch and walked to his room.

“Chillax Nova, you made the team for sure.”

“That’s not what I’m worried about,” Derek hissed through clenched teeth, “It’s whether or not I got Captain against Drake.”

God, boys.

Erin. The beautiful Angel’s voice wafted around the glass room, lightly echoing in the distance. Erin. I pivoted on my heels, craning my stiff neck as the invisible Angel’s voice sang to me. Erin. His voice boldly rang out in the glass house, each of its walls constructed out of crystal clear glass, repeating his words. Erin. The hem of my long, white skirt whooshed around my ankles as I turned in awe, it’s cool, soft satin brushing against my warm skin. 

AARON! I jerked up in shock.

“Aaron! WAKE UP, YOU’RE GONNA BE LATE!”

Derek was madly pounding on my door, “Dude, you freaking over slept!”

The angel was Derek? 

I feverishly shook my head in a sad attempt to clear it. Wake up Erin!

I narrowed my eyes suspiciously and slowly turned towards the clock on my nightstand.

There had been several occasions where my beloved roommates would wake up at the crack of dawn and knock on my door, anxiously yelling I was late. And by the time I was all dressed and ready to go, they’d be back in their warm beds, calmly snoozing away. A horrible joke conducted at least once every three months on the gullible me.

My eyes sized up the clock in the dim light of my bedroom, the shades heavily slid shut.

7:22AM

No. Freaking. Way.

I immediately jumped up from my bed and rummaged through my closet for a clean set of uniform.

“Thanks Derek,” I screeched as I threw on my slacks and loafers, “I owe you.”