Coach || N.S || Slow Updates

Chapter 6

First day of practice. That day was today.

I'm currently walking to the last period of the day, holding my bookbag on one shoulder and a blue and gray duffle bag on the other (which was very heavy by the way).

I take just about two steps into my classroom and immediately drop the bag on the floor, allowing it to make a loud thump against the floor. As I walk towards my desk, the duffle bag dragging behind me, I catch a few of my classmates glaring at me. Keeping my head low, not liking all the attention I'm receiving, I sit down at my desk. I set the bag down next to my desk and put my head into my hands until the late bell rang.

Just as the bell rang Louis, Zayn, and Liam burst through the door saying the familiar words 'I'm not late'. They've been late to this class and possibly every other class more than five times this week. I kick my bag under my desk, hoping neither of them would notice it (even though I'm the only one with a duffle bag). Just to my luck, Louis sits in the seat next to me.

"What's this Styles? Oh, is this for practice this afternoon?" I nod slowly; clutching the bag between my feet. Apparently, my feet aren't very strong because Louis swiped the bag out from under my feet. He stared slowly unzipping the bag.

"Louis don't open it please--"

"Oh, look at this we've got lotion, deodorant, and.." He paused to let out a snicker and took out a pair of solid green under from my bag."a pair of undies in here, yeah?"

I covered my face as it flushed a deep red.

"Think you're going to mess up the ones you have when you jerk off to pictures of Coach Horan in the bathroom?" Louis laughs, just as the rest of the class do. My face grew impossibly darker.

"Alright that's enough." Mrs. Howell, our teacher, spoke." Louis, hand him back his things or I'll write you up for what seems like the 10th time this year already."

He rolls his eyes, pushing my bag off of his desk making it fall sideways, allowing everything to fall out of it. I groan leaning down to pick up everything including my underwear from Louis' desk.

With that, we all continued with the new lesson for the day.

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After being poked and pinched and laughed at, I make my way towards the boys locker room.

As I walk in, I'm greeted with laughs and snickers from a few of the kids that were in my class earlier. I ignore them walking to a bathroom stall.

"Make sure you clean the walls, Styles." Louis laughs, causing my to roll my eyes. I walk into the bathroom, opening the door to the biggest stall. I walk in, lock the door, and set my duffle bag down. I unzip the bag, pulling out a pair of gray, silk pants and a plain white t-shirt from the bag. I quickly change out of my clothes and slip into the new ones.

I zip up my bag after placing my school clothes inside. I then walk out towards the lockers and place my inside not knowing where else to put my bag.

I let out a sigh and walk out to the field, preparing myself for what's to come.

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