My chest started to throb with anxiousness.
" What are you-
" Well isn't this humorous ! And here I thought you were suppose to be Mr.smart guy. Truly though, that date ? Something out of a movie. I hope one day I get something half as romantic as that." He cut off, standing with his brows slanted and grin crooked.
" By the way did you happen to see a shoe ? I kinda lost track of time and had to speed home on my bike and forgot it there."
" Tanner what do you want..."
The rage boiled inside me. I felt my veins engulf themselves in pure hatred for who was standing in front of me. Every molecule in my body was screaming at me for not attacking him.
He laughed some more reaching into his pocket pulling out a small case throwing it at me.
I opened it to find polaroid pictures of me and Laurence, cuddling, laughing, and kissing..
" Well Hassan, if you don't want those to end up in the schools paper or just all around town you could just let me on to the team ?"
He walked closer to me looking down into my eyes.
Without saying a word I spun around and flung open the gym doors.
A flurry of finally's, sighs, and claps rang as the team caught eye of me.
" What's he doing here ?" One of them called out.
Tanner stood next to me and without even looking at him I knew he was smiling.
" Coach we have to let Tanner back on the team, he might be our secret weapon for tomorrow."
My teammates looked at me puzzled and the coach almost spit out his Gatorade.
" Come again Hassan ?"" I've been practicing with Tanner for weeks now, he's gotten better trust me when I say we need him."
I couldn't even get the disdain out of my voice, every ounce of me still wanted to destroy him not only for blackmailing me but for threatening Laurence.
Coach scratched his head and gave me the 'are you sure about this?' look while I gave him a reluctant confirming nod.
" Well alright, we started winning more games off of your judgement Hassan so if you really think he'll lead us to victory then....welcome back to the team Tanner !"
The team clapped slowly for him as he skipped into the crowd.
We all stood in a line waiting to be called but I couldn't get my eyes off of him. I like to consider myself a pacifist but I seriously wanted to fuck up his perfectly calm composure.
" Hey are you okay ?" A voice whispered from behind me.
I turned and looked slightly up at Bryan who seemed worried.
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Strawberry Blonde
Ficção AdolescenteAsk what High School is like and you'll get mixed answers along the lines of Scandals, Cliche Teen Romance, Break ups, Drama, Friendship, and most importantly Betrayal that's handed out like gift bags. Ask the popular kids and they'll usually say it...