Boarding School Rules

Tae Kwon Mini Golf and Devil Women

“You can go pick your colored ball over there,” the lady said pointing to a bin of golfballs.

The guys ran over there and grabbed their’s. When I got over there I grabbed a light blue one.

“I already picked that color,” Bryce tells me. I put it back and grab a green one.

“I have that one,” Damian says.

I look at Connor and Tyler’s balls and I look back into the bin.

“You guys have all the good balls,” I whine. I pick up the only color left which looks like throw up.

“You better believe we do,” Connor says smirking.

“How does she know we have the good ones?” Damian asks.

“Everyone knows we do,” Connor replies.

“You all are so disgusting,” I snarl.

“What’s disgusting is the color of your golf ball,” Tyler says.

“Yeah I know,” I say looking at it. “Trade?”

“Heck no,” Tyler says. “I like my ball.”

“Well you have a very small one,” Connor says snickering.

Tyler’s face gets red really fast and I laugh a little. “That’s not what I meant,” he says through clenched teeth.

“Let’s just start playing,” Bryce says.

We walk to the first hole and Damian goes first and he gets it in the third time, then Bryce goes and gets two, Tyler goes and gets two, and then it is Connor’s turn.

“Oh no,” Damian says shaking his head.

“This is going to be while,” Tyler says looking at his watch.

“Would you all just shut up?” Connor asks annoyed.

“Wait what?” I ask.

“Connor sucks at golf,” Tyler says.

“I don’t suck,” Connor says.

Tyler and Damian give him a look that says, Don’t lie we all know you suck.

“I’m just not the master of tae kwon minigolf,” Connor says shrugging his shoulders.

“The what?” I ask.

“Shush young grasshopper,” Connor says putting his finger on my lips signaling me to shush.

“I’m going on to the next hole,” Damian says. He leaves along with Bryce and Tyler.

I have to wait behind Connor because I ended up going last. Connor swings the club and he doesn’t even hit the ball. I laugh and he does too.

“Does that count?” he asks me.

“I think so,” I say smiling.

“Darn tootin’,” Connor says.

“Darn what?” I ask.

“I use a lot of random catchphrases like that,” Connor says swinging the club again and he hits the ball this time.

Connor keeps going and he now up to twelve.

“Connor just hit it lightly and it will go in the hole,” I instruct.

He focuses for a minute and then hits the ball, but it goes nowhere near the hole.

“Here let me show you,” I say laying my club and ball on the ground and walking over to him. I stand up behind him put my hands over top of his hands which are on the club.

“Now swing lightly,” I say helping him swing the club.

The ball slowly goes in the hole. Connor smiles and then looks back at me.

“Isn’t the guy supposed to be guiding the girl?” Connor asks.

“Well if the girl sucks, yes, but you are the guy and you suck so,” I explain.

“I don’t suck,” Connor says. “I’m just not the master of tae kwon mini golf.”

I roll my eyes. I let go of Connor’s hands and walk back to get my club and golf ball. I pick up my club, but don’t see my ball.

“Where is my golf ball?” I ask.

“Rolling down the hill,” Connor points.

I look where he is pointing and see the ball rolling down the hill.

“Crap,” I yell running after it. I run down the hill, but with my gracefulness I go down the hill too fast and I fall and start rolling down the hill and I land in the lake at the bottom on the hill.

I lift my head up and see Connor running down the hill towards me. He reaches me and I can tell he is trying so hard not to laugh at myself dripping in water.

“Did you get the ball?” Connor asks.

I glare at him and say, “No!”

“Here,” Connor says sticking his hand out for me. I grab it and pull him in the lake with me.

“Oh no you didn’t,” he says flipping his wet hair out of his face. He stands up quickly and steps out of the lake and shakes in the grass.

I reach out my hand and ask, “Can you help me?”

“No way, you devil woman!” he yells at me.

I laugh at his comment and he busts out laughing too. I get up and walk out into the grass too.

“I’m going back to my dorm to shower because I smell like a freaking fish,” Connor says smelling his sleeve.

“I’ll walk back with you,” I say. We walk back up the hill and we start walking down the street. “You think the guys know we are gone?”

“Probably not,” Connor says. He stops walking and feels the top of his head. And then looks behind him.

“What?” I ask.

“My hat,” he says. He shakes his head and runs his fingers through his hair.

“I’ll buy you a new one,” I say.

“No it has to be that one,” Connor says.

“Then I’ll be you the same exact one,” I say.

“You don’t understand,” Connor says. “It’s special.”

“What’s so special about it?” I ask.

“Nothing,” he mumbles. He speed walks ahead of me and I jog to catch up to him. We walk the rest of the way in silence and when I look over at him I see there are a million thoughts going through his mind. I wonder what is so special about that snapback.