Chapter Eight:
I started going up the stairs to think about what I had just done. I called believe I just called Tucker my boyfriend in front of my dad. As I got half way up the steps my dad called me down.
"Honey can I talk to you for a second"? My dad asked.
"Sure dad what's up". I said trying not to make light of the situation that just happened.
"Uh I wanted to talk to you about uh your boyfriend". He said.
"Oh god dad don't say that". I said.
"So he's not your boyfriend"? He asked.
"Yes I mean no. I mean I don't know. All I know is that we just started talking yesterday, and I don't know why I called him that". I said explaining to my dad the situation.
"Oh ok well uh I just wanted to ask you how you know this boy". He said.
"Uh well he's uh my lacrosse coach". I mumbled.
"He's your lacrosse coach"? He said questioningly.
"He's not my actual lacrosse coach. He's just like in training to be a coach of lacrosse. So he came to my school, and coaches with coach to learn the ropes of coaching". I said.
"Oh ok". My dad said trying to make sense of all this.
"And you like him"? My dad asked.
"Yes dad I do a lot". I replied.
"Well he seems like a nice boy". My dad said.
"He is dad". I said.
"Well good for you pumpkin. I just don't want you to get your feelings hurt". He said.
"Awe dad". I said feeling all gushy.
"I love you pumpkin". My dad said.
"I love you too dad". I said.
I hugged him, and then went up the stairs this whole thing. Made me forget that I called Tucker my boyfriend, and made me think about what my dad said. The part about me getting my feelings hurt. I fell asleep as soon as I got on my bed. I must of fell asleep through the rest of the night,because the next thing I hear is my alarm going off.
I groaned. I thought to myself how can it be 5:20 already ugh. I did my morning routine of taking a shower, brushing my teeth, and putting on my bra and underwear. I went to my closet to see what I can find this white strapless kinda crop top. These faded acid wash capris. It looked cute, and I really have time anyone's b.s today. I was extremely tired. I put on my brown 2 inch heels, and put a black bandeau underneath the shirt. I put a gold necklace on as an accessory and braided my hair so they way it could. At least form into it's shape when I came upstairs.
I picked my lacrosse bag, and put my uniform in the bag. I grabbed my phone and went downstairs to drank a glass of orange juice. I take out my water for practice, placing it in my bag. I went back upstairs to wake up my mom so she could drive me to school , I did my hair. I knocked on my parents door, my mom opened it so I knew she was awake. I looked at the clock in their room it was 6:20 I had ten minutes to do my hair, and spray myself with massive amounts of perfume.
I went back into my room, and undid my braids when I brushed them out. They kinda did form into something. I add some mousse into it only a little so it didn't harden. I sprayed myself with a lot of perfume, now I was good to go. I grabbed my purse and headed downstairs. My mom and Karah was already in the car it was 6:36. I grabbed my lacrosse bag, and locked the door I ran to the car, closing the door. My mom drove out the driveway, and our community as fast she could. I literally was at school within the next ten minutes.
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The Coach and The Player
RomanceRaquel Miller is your average high school girl with a love for sports. She especially loved the game lacrosse. Karah Souil, Raquel's best friend joined the lacrosse team their junior year. They're going into their senior year together their last yea...