Southern Charm [✓]

Chapter Ten

Time for a Histroy lesson! Don't worry, it's not about those sadist Romans or neanderthal Vikings, it's about the history of all my chapter ten's.

I have only ever made it to chapter ten on a story about four times. I know that's quite a lot to some of you, but about half a year ago, I thought stories were about twelve to fourteen chapters long. I know, I was the very definition of naive. Plus, my chapters were like seven hundred words long. I still have no idea how I got so many loyal followers on fanfiction. It's really just unfathomable. I also had horrible grammar and spelling problems. Even Spell-Check doesn't fix everything, you know.

So anyways, I'm letting you know right now that I will be adding a One-Shot about the character of your choice to the end of this book. Of course, it'll be after the Watty Award deadline, since I think it's a good idea to celebrate chapter ten and the end of Watty Awards 2012.
See the list of possible characters below.

Let's celebrate while we read!
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I practically dragged myself outside at noon to begin what the jocks would come to know as Speed Practice, but I'm sure they'd come up with more, uh, creative names for it too.
I saw everyone in their football uniforms and snorted. Did they think those would help? It's just going to slow them down.
"What are you imbeciles wearing?" I asked as I approached them.
"Our uniforms, blind person." one of the imbeciles commented.
"That has to be the best comeback I've ever heard. Obviously, you are a genius and I shouldn't question you." I said, sarcasm laced into my tone.
He grinned. "Thank you. I like to think that my F's stand for fantastic."
Great, we have a idiot. I smiled and nodded, my smile too wide to be real.
After we ran a warm-up lap, I sat down my coffee mug on the porch and clapped my hands together enthusically. "Now the real fun begins."

"Oh. My. God." Logan moaned, dropping on the ground. "I will never trust your "fun time" ever again."
I smiled at his pain. "I thought that was fun. I don't know how you people are tired already."
The rest of the team dropped on the ground next to Logan.
"Sadist," Drew rasped.
I grinned. "Take's one to know one."
"You still mad at us for that?" Logan asked, since everyone else was pretty much crawling towards their water bottles.
I huffed. "You put Satan's child on my pillow, yes I am still mad."
Logan look curious now, and I could tell what he wanted to ask before the question came out of his mouth. "And what's up with this "Satan's child" stuff anyways?"
I took a dramatically deeper breath than needed. "Well," I began. "Spiders are obviously meant to scare the crap out of anyone in a million mile radius, and, quite frankly, Satan would too if he appeared out of the firey pits. Hence the "Satan's child stuff"." I shrugged, "Plus, it sounds cooler than "he who scares me"."
Logan and Drew both looked thoughtful. "Actually, "he who scares me" sounds way better." then Logan saw my face and, knowing I could cause him even more pain than he was currently in, he hastily added. "But that's just my opinion."
I nodded. "Well, keep your opinions to yourself, slave. I wouldn't want it to get you in trouble." I smiled at him, letting him know that it did in fact get him in trouble.
He sighed. "Great," he mumbled. "Punished by the Punisher."
I cocked an eyebrow in his direction, then considered. "Thanks," I said seriously.
He looked at me like I'd grown a third head, and even Drew, who was previously sitting quietly with his eyes closed, opened his eyes to give me a skeptical "are you sure you're not a loon?" look. "What?" Logan managed to sputter out.
"I said thanks." I replied. "I think I like that name; the Punisher."
He shook his head in disbelief. "Only you, Em. Only you."
I smiled again. "Now get going! March around the field and make sure to get your knees high up!" Truth be told, it wasn't a field we were on, it was my backyard, but a girl could imagine.

Drew opened his eyes once again when Logan grudgingly got up and went to march. "What about me?"
I smiled at him widely. "I thought you wouldn't want your reputation to get in the away when you beg for forgiveness after completing various tasks."
He frowned. "You really are sadist, huh?"
I smirked. "Take's one to know one." I repeated, then got serious. "But seriously, I admire how you completed the punishment for backsassing along with your team. You actually seem like a pretty good leader." I sat down next to him and he managed to sit up.
He smiled slightly at me. "Thanks, Em. That's nice of you to say. And you seem like a pretty good leader as well. But you can be pretty harsh when you want to; like a Drill Sergeant."
I laughed. It was a relief to see the serious and sweet side of Drew and not the sarcastic, arrogant part. "You act like a Drill Sergeant sometimes too, Drew. Did you notice how you got on their hides before I did?"
He snorted. "I don't like backsassers. They know that too," He shrugged. "So I had to do something."
I nodded. "I'm the same way, as you could tell." I laughed, thinking back to my friends back in Cinci. "One time I didn't talk to my team-slash-friends for five days when they got snappy with me. The guilt trip I put them through made them buy me each a chocolate bar." I smiled. "They knew the way to my heart." I got sad thinking about them and decided to call them all later tonight. Maybe I could call Coach Josh and have him put it on speaker; I'm sure he wouldn't mind me disrupting practice. I did it all the time back in Cinci.
He bumped shoulders with me. "Hey," he said, interupting my sad thoughts. "Don't look so down. I'm sure you can go visit, or they can come visit."
I smiled at him sadly. "It was so hard leaving them. You know, they threw me the biggest party I've ever been to. The whole school, including staff, was there. And it was in the school gym. I never knew how many appreciated me until we all the girls, and even some guys, had a cry fest with us." I shook my head. "God, the floor was so wet that we had a man-made slip-n'-slide too." I laughed. "That was fun."
Drew was looking at me intensly now. Did I say something wrong? I wondered. Then he broke into a smile. "You know, Em, you're a very complicated girl. First you're a fearless Drill Sergeant-slash-Sadist, then you're a sap and now you're all sad." He laughed. "All under five minutes. Is that a record?"
I put my hand on my chin and thought about the question seriously. "Maybe," I shrugged and laughed. "I've never timed my mood swings."
Drew nodded. "I don't think many people do."

We both laughed, then were interupted by a grunt and a thud. I looked over and Logan was sprawled across the ground, clutching his shin.
Drew cursed, immediatly jumping up and running over. I followed, of course, concerned and also a tad bit curious.
"What's wrong?" I asked, kneeling next to Drew and Logan.
Logan moaned as Drew poked his shin lightly. "He hit it pretty hard on something." He turned to look at one of his teammates. "Someone go get my Escalade." he threw the keys at the one he was in-directly talking to and turned back around to look at me. "Call my Dad and let him know we're going to the hospital and tell him to meet us there." His attention was caught on Logan as he moaned in pain yet again. "And tell him it looks serious."

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Ooh, see what I did there? It's a little thing called a cliff-hanger and I think it's the first one I used during this story. So far, that is, since I am slightly deranged and am planning on using more than just one.

Comment Challange:
Who should be the main focus of the One-Shot I talked about above?
1) Drew
2) Logan
3) Melissa
4) A Random Jock

A Look Into: Chapter Eleven:
Will Logan be okay? And meet the team from Cinci.