The Good, The Bad, The Ugly

Chapter 8

I woke up early the next morning. I showered and got dressed quietly. I was being extra careful not to wake up Makenna. I went downstairs to get some breakfast. I saw Coach sitting alone at an empty table. I grabbed a couple waffles and an apple and walked over to her.
"Can I sit with you?" I asked.
"Sure. I wanted to talk to you anyways," she said. I slid in to chair across from her.
"That's never good," I said with smile. She knew my sense of humor.
"I wanted to talk to you about your friend Alex. I think what you did was very generous and we are happy for her to come along. However; I trust that she will not be a distraction to you or the team as a whole. If she becomes one, I will not hesitate to send her home. Do you understand?" she asked sternly.
"Yes Coach. I won't allow that to happen," I replied seriously.
"Good. In two hours, we are boarding the plane to go to Sydney. Be there," she said as she got up to leave.
"Ok. Bye Coach." I called to her.
I quickly finished eating. I jogged to Alex's apartment. I knocked on the door. No answer. I knocked again, a little louder this time. Seriously, I thought to myself. Then I did the only thing I could think of. I ran out of the building and climbed the fire escape until I got to her floor. I pulled myself up on the window ledge. I slowly inched my way over to the next window. I heard a chatter of voices behind me
"Is that Spider-Man?"
"That is Spider-Man!"
I looked at my jacket. It was the Spider-Man hoodie Makenna bought for me. Great. Of course. Out of all the days. I had 2 options. 1. turn around, show my face, and explain myself or 2. keep climbing but have people think I'm a thief. I went with option 1 because I didn't want to go to jail. I saw the headlines before they were published. Soccer Star Climbs Apartment Building or USWNT Player is Spider-Man? This was exactly what I was trying to avoid. I finally found the apartment and tapped on the window. Nothing. Again. Was she still asleep? I tried to slide the window up. Miraculously, it opened. I opened it up completely and swung myself inside, but not before I shouted to gathering crowd that this was my best friend's apartment and not to call the cops.
One man shouted, "You're bloody crazy! I'm gonna call the bobby!"
"No, sir! Please don't!"
The man's friend tried to calm him down by saying, "Yeah Jerry don't call them. I was at the match yesterday. I know her. She's telling the truth."
"Thanks, mate. I owe you one." I called to the man.
"No worries. Have a good time with your friend," he shouted back.
I dashed into the apartment and shut the window behind me.
"Alex? Alex!" I called out into the dead silent apartment. I find my way to her room and see her sprawled out on her bed.
"Dang it Alex. Yeah you need to get up now," I said as I smashed an extra pillow on her.
She jolted up as she woke up startled.
"You have..." I checked my watch," one hour," I smiled and walked out of her room.