A Change Of Directions (Camren)

Chapter 40: Caminah

"Hey, bro, where's your fine ass going?"

I lowered my black helmet that I was about to put on, and turned around to find Shawn jogging towards me with his letterman jacket flapping at his sides.

"Home," I simply said. "Sleep. School Monday is always a bitch."

But he didn't seem to have listened to me, his eyes lingering on my new motorcycle next to me. When I had first seen this bike the moment I had arrived at Samantha's house from my New York trip with Lauren, I had the same wide eyed look like him.

"Whoa, new bike?"

I tried to shrug it off, while I was innerly excited to ramble about all the datas and facts about this bike. It was a light motorcycle, which Samantha had purchased while I was gone, and this was her way of saying 'sorry, let's start again'.

I really didn't want to seem easy, but this gesture did light up my heart. Especially when she had said that the reason of this new present was her worry about my safety. Light motorcycles weighed much less and couldn't reach the speed of normal motorcycles, but that was negligible in a small town.

"It's...kinda cute. It suits you," Shawn said with a grin, pointing out the small size of the bike compared to normal ones. "An Aprilia?"

"Yeah. Classical black and red," I proudly said. "But I'm secretly planning to go to Burt's autoshop, maybe he knows a few tips on tuning it."

"Ooh, getting down and dirty, are we? You know that these guns," and he paused to show off his biceps – well, tried to, since the sleeves of his letterman jacket were too baggy to show the outlines of his muscles - "aren't just made for looking. You can count on my help."

Even though I laughed as a reaction, I knew that he was serious and that I could really count on him.

"But anyways," he quickly said, then pointing over his shoulder at the school. "We got practice now, you can't skip the first practice after break. Not even I want to get shot another asshole."

Confused, I tilted my head. "Practice?"

Shawn stared at me until his eyes widened in understanding. "Bro! You're in our football team now, go work that ass hard or Coach is gonna ride it for you!"

"Ew," I muttered in disgust, but now remembered. Shooting one last longing look at my new bike, I followed Shawn back to the school and right before we entered the dressing room, he suddenly stopped walking and I bumped right into him.

"What's wrong?" I asked with a groan, rubbing my nose.

"You can't go in there," he said, frowning. "Dozens of naked dudes and you're the only girl. I'm really not down for boners popping up from everywhere."

I gagged and stepped away from the door, now horrified of ever going in there. "If I wasn't gay before, I am definitely now."

Shawn pulled at his hair in thought. "We never really thought about that problem. You've got your own locker in there with all your stuff. Wait here."

Without telling me what he was going to do, he just pushed open the door and quickly closed it behind him again.

Sighing, I felt stupid standing there in the empty hallway by myself.

"Traitor."

Startled, I whipped around, but then relaxed again when it was only Coach Cheryl. She had her eyes narrowed at me and I guessed I was supposed to feel frightened right now.

"Coach," I acknowledged her with a nod.

The lines on her face got deeper. "Daring to speak to me like she hadn't betrayed me with that poor clone of a She-Hulk."