The Pastor's Son

Leave Me Alone

Each day holds a surprise. But only if we expect it can we see, hear, or feel it when it comes to us. Let's not be afraid to receive each day's surprise, whether it comes to us as sorrow or as joy It will open a new place in our hearts, a place where we can welcome new friends and celebrate more fully our shared humanity. -Henri Nouwen

BEEP BEEP BEEP my alarm goes off. "I thought I turned that stupid thing off" I mumble. I grab some random clothes which were blue jeans and a white tee. Eh so basic. I throw on my clothes. After 30 minutes of getting ready I head outside and take my moms car to school. I was finally able to dodge my mom so I didn't have to here her voice. I made it into  the hellhole right before the late bell rang. I decided to skip my first class because I didn't feel  like seeing Rachel because day by day she talks about her mascara or how her rich daddy is getting her new purses so I didn't have time for it. I made a plan to just chill in the gym and just listen to music.

I walk into the gym and I here this loud noise. "RUN BOYS RUN" I hear Coach Griff yell. My face turns red as I see all the hot football players run into the gym. I find a seat in the gym and just play my music. "WHERE'S LINCOLN" the coach shouts. " I saw him earlier coach, he said he had to poop" a random player said. "HE'S ALWAYS LATE HOW DOES HE THINK WERE GONNA MAKE THE NEXT GAME?" He asks. "LINCOLN GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE!" He shouts. "IM HERE BRO CHILL". Lincoln yells. He has a piece of tissue stuck to his shoe. "I immediately start laughing really loudly. "What is she doing here?" Lincoln asks. "I don't know but get her out, if you can poop while we're warming out you should be able to get a wimpy girl out." I clinched my fist until they turned into a pale color. "EXUSE ME SIR" I shout. "ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT YOUR WIFE?, BECAUSE THIS GIRL RIGHT HERE ISN'T WIMPY.

All the attention was on me. "Well someone just get her out" the coach says. "Fine I'll do it" Lincoln says. As we're walking I get a close up of how muscular and hot he his. He's about 6'1 he's definitely mixed with a beautiful combination. He has black hair with waves. And dark brown eyes that almost looks black. And he's a football player. "DAMN" I say out loud. "It's okay you can look but you can't touch" he says.My face turns red. I need to control 2 things in my life. My embarrassing outbursts and how much I blush. The closer he gets to me, I smell cologne. "Hey what's your name" I ask. "The names Liam Lincoln what about you doll face ?" "My na- name is-" I get interrupted from my embarrassing stuttering. "Take it easy, I know I'm sexy to look at." I feel a sudden wave of relief. But one word that defines him is definitely COCKY. It's not a bad cocky it's kind of a good one. I take a deep breath even though I probably look like a fool and I say "Camryn Miller." "Oh you're the new girl" he says back as he's holding his drooled mouth guard. " I'd prefer to not be called new girl it's really annoying and I've been here for weeks now I'm not new anymore." "Oh sassy I like that"he winks. I carry on my first real conversation at the school with a sexy football player. This is like a dream. I figured out that he is Puerto Rican and black. He use to hate sports up until 8th grade. His favorite color is White and he doesn't like thirsty girls at the school. He's actually a really chill person to be around. Before I head out I get his number. He winks at me and I leave into the hallway.

Hmmm who knew a football player would be cool with me. I'm never cool with anyone. My phone is blown up with notifications. I wonder if it's Liam already blowing my phone up. I check it and realize that it's coming from Instagram. I haven't used that app since I moved. I click on the notifications and realize that it's coming from this username named MyMusicLifestyle. "Not to bad of a user name" I mumble. I click on it and I dm the person. "Hello, thanks for checking out my page" I type. They instantly are typing back. It reads "I don't want to check you out, you're annoying." Well that was harsh, but I can get MEAN. As I'm typing back my phone dies.

I decided to skip school and go charge my phone at home. I get in the car and head to the store first to pick up a snack. As I'm getting out of the car, I see Preston. I keep my head down and run into the store. I grab a bag of purple Doritos and a Mountain Dew and head for the register. I throw my stuff on top of the counter and I get a scent of cologne but it definitely wasn't Liam. I bring my head up and meet eyes with PRESTON HEIGHTS. "Umm can you move?" He asks. "N- No I need to bu- buy my st- stuff I stuttered. "Your stuttering is really annoying, you should give that $50 bill to your mom for speech class." "Shut up, preacher boy." I say. "You're so mean for a preachers son" I say. "What does your dad actually teach you?" I ask. "The church is suppose to be holy but you only act like the devil" I say. "So stay out of my way" I yell. "Dang man, just leave her alone." The cashier says. I look into Preston's direction and he threw his hood on and put his expensive beats on and played loud music. I head out the store and head home.

I lay down on my bed and I decided to block MyMusicLifestyle. I get notifications and I just hope that it's actually something good today. "Hey it's Liam, hopefully you remember me wanna go out to Chick Fil A?