Save Me

Chapter 4

I enter the girl's locker room to change in my P.E clothes.

"Hey Fatty." A girl with a tight shirt said, smiling wickedly.

"Hey Flat Chest." I'm sure she thought that with a shirt that tight she can make her non-existent boobs finally come out. So totally delusional.

"Ugh, shut up." She said in her whiny voice and stomped off. What the hell is wrong with these people nowadays?

I wrap a hair band on the knot I formed on the corner of my too loose fitting shirt. The sleeves were cut-off to a little bit upper than where my elbow is but the hem wasn't cut off it looks cooler that way. I tie my hair in a messy high ponytail and leave the locker room, entering the court. I can hear some girls laughing a few yards behind me, they were all looking and whispering.

Oh goddammit.

I glance at the people that are on the court and see Bryan already staring at me, he winks and turns back to talking with his friends. I wait for Mr. Drew to make an appearance, I knew we were playing volleyball, the net placed neatly in the middle gave it away. I play ridiculously well, not to sound cocky, but it's true.

After 15 agonizingly long minutes, Mr. Drew walks in with a bag of balls. "Today and the rest of the week is mainly volleyball, those who have no idea how to play can come up to me so I can make you fail. We will play a hard game, the positions for the first team are: Wolfe, my star athlete, position 4 as usual." He smiles at me. Mr. Drew and I have always had a close relationship, he's my coach in every sport I do and I cam always count on him.

Trent thinking Mr. Drew was talking to him stood in the middle of one side of the court looking lost. "Move, he was talking to me." I say and stand in the right hand side a few feet away from the net.

"No he wasn't loser, I'm the star athlete in everything, you're nothing." He says walking to me and pushing me back and taking my place. That got me extremely pissed.

"Who do you think you are? Going around acting like a freaking king, giving out orders, being an ass to everyone. I respect your place in football, respect mine in volleyball. Even though we hate each other, it's still being at least respectful with what's mine, like I am respectful towards your stuff. That is my place and this is my team, wait until you are called or something." I say in a low voice glaring at him. He gulps, all my fellow teammates already settled in their spots glare at him slightly. "Well?" I snap getting fed up.

"Sorry" He mumbles almost inaudibly and walks over to coach. While the other team is getting formed, I do a little group meeting. I'm captain, its my job.

"Look guys, we aren't going to go too hard on them, coach will get pissed if we do. Let's play like when we started playing with the middle school team, light and fair. This isn't a formal group meeting but what the hell. Remember our normal positions, all our practice and teamwork, remember the benefits of it. Let's show these football and cheerleader slobs who's boss here." They all smile in agreement and we stick our hands in the middle.

"Cobras!" We scream in a low voice throwing our hands upwards, we aren't in state finals, no formalities.

"Team Cobra vs. Team what?" Coach pauses and looks over at someone from the somewhat abnormal team. Some guy whispers a name to coach. "Team Cobra vs. Team Football and Cheerleaders" He hollers over standing as the referee. "what an original name." he mumbles so only us Cobras can hear. I chuckle. "This is a fair game no hitting intentionally in the face or things like that. The points go up to 15, there are still students left to play. For the people who don't know the points system, if we are tied lets say 14-14 the score goes up to 16 got it? But only in those last point circumstances. Good luck. Ryan and Trent come up here to decide who gets to start the game." I walk up to him. "Ryan is head Trent is tails." He tosses the coin, captures it and places it on the back of his hand. Heads. I smirk at Trent.

I grab the best ball there is and pass it to Christy, in charge of serving. She backs up a few steps, tosses the ball in front of her very high, comes running and then serves the ball perfectly landing straight in an open space. We high five each other. This goes on for another 9 points with no movements from the other team until someone steps up and lifts the ball, another person receives and dunks the ball on us, directly towards Mikey, it almost hit the floor but he threw himself and saved the ball, passing it over to Jenny, our number 3, next to the net, she lifts the ball up in my direction, I take a few steps back and come running towards the ball, hitting it so it would stop exactly at the right back corner of the court. We once again high five, not even breathing hard. The other team was panting, well, the cheerleaders were.

This was a piece of cake.
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Trent glares at me at the end of the class when we beat his team 15-0 three times. He shoulders past me on his way out and I roll my eyes at him. I go to the locker room and take a quick shower, I put on the same shirt I had on and some sport capris, after speaking with Bryan I'll go to the gym and then for boxing class.

Bryan. Shit, he must be thinking I bailed on him.

I finish putting m clothes on and run out the locker room heading to the parking lot behind the footbal field. Bryan is sitting on the hood of his car looking around impatiently. "Hey, sorry I had P.E" I tell him when I get near him. He jumps off the hood and comes close to me.

"So the thing is, Ryan, I'm so sorry for everything I've ever done to you, you don't deserve it. I never wanted to make this in some huge deal, i don't like hurting you, hurting the girl I love." He looked down at his shoes. I pretty sure my face was basically screaming 'confused'.

"Wait what? I ask putting my hair in a quick bun. He looked up at me and grabbed my hands.

"I-I'm in love with you, I've been for a while now."