When I got home all I wanted to do was go up to my room and burry myself in my bed, but of course my mom wouldn't let me go until I told her all about my day, as usual.
"It was fine" I said.
"You say that every day, didn't anything happen?" my mom asked while crossing her arms.
My dad walked in the kitchen and greeted me. I was surprised he was home so early, he was usually at the office till night.
"Not really" I answered, shaking my head.
I didn't feel like talking to my parents right now, I just wanted to go to my room and be bummed out about Becca not wanting to go to that party with me.
"Well I see you're wearing a basketball uniform? Did you play?" my dad said, trying to keep the conversation going. I almost groaned in frustration. They were starting to really annoy me.
"Yeah we did. The coach wants me to join the school's team" I said and took a sip of water from my glass.
"Really? Are you considering it?" my mom asked with a frown. Here we go, I knew this was coming.
"I am, actually" I said. I wasn't really thinking my answer through. I didn't know if I actually wanted to join but right now my parents were pissing me off.
"Do you think that's a good idea?" my dad said, frowning too. All this frowning was giving me headache.
"Yes, I do. I like basketball, and I'm actually good at it. I think it would be fun" I said.
"But it's your senior year Blake. I think you should focus more on the important stuff, like getting good grades" my dad said.
"Who says I can't do both? I don't want to spend the rest of my life focusing on grades and school and jobs. I want to be able to do something I love too!" I said raising my voice a bit. The words were spilling out of me, I had no control over it.
"I know Blake. But you're 18, you're not a kid anymore. You have to think about your future and what's best for you" my dad said with his annoying calming voice.
I didn't say anything, I just walked out. I went to my room and slammed the door shut and ran my hands over my face. I had been mad at my parents before, but never like this. It was like they couldn't care less if I was happy or not, they just cared about me becoming successful.
I decided to take a shower thinking it would calm my nerves, but it didn't help much. I sat on my bed looking through my phone. I considered calling Becca, but I decided against it. I had no clue what I would say to her, I kind of just wanted to hear her voice.
As I sat on my bed soaked up in my depressing thoughts, my phone suddenly rang. It was a number I didn't know, for a second I had hoped it was Becca.
When I answered a familiar voice yelled my name. I quickly discovered it was Sam.
"Hey Sam" I said. "How did you get my number?" I asked, I couldn't recall giving him my number.
"Blake!" he yelled again, ignoring my question.
"Yes?" I simply answered.
"Did you hear about the basketball try-outs?" he asked, excitedly.
"I don't think so"
"The coach is moving them from Monday to tomorrow!" Sam yelled.
"So, have you figured out if you want to try out?" he continued.
"Uh..." was all that came out of me. I didn't think I was going to have to make a decision so soon. I considered sleeping on it, but something inside me wanted to just say screw it.
"I am" I said and smiled proudly of myself.
"Yes! Great, it's going to be so awesome having you on the team" Sam said.
"Well I haven't joined the team yet remember? I need to get picked first" I said, and Sam let out a laugh.
"Trust me, the coach is going to want to have you, I mean he's the one wanting you to try out in the first place. You'll do fine, just don't fuck it up and you're good" Sam said, and I could almost hear his smile through the phone.
"Thanks for the very helpful advice" I joked and laughed lightly.
"Anytime! I'll see you tomorrow at try-outs... oh, and at the party" he said. I felt a knot tie in my stomach. The fact that Becca didn't want to go with me made me feel like not going at all
"Yeah... I'll see you" I said and hung up the phone after.
I laid back down on my bed and sighed deeply. Tomorrow was going to be a really long day.
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