Oh god just kill me

Chapter Two

Y/n McKinley Pov

The rest of the day was uneventful. I went through classes normally, with my ribs hurting a bit here and there. I didn't get hit again, so that was fun. It was all normal, but comforting, like it normally was. I saw Ada look at me a few times from a few tables away at lunch. She was sat with her friends, all girls, chatting and laughing their asses off. I sat alone like I normally did, and nothing else happened for the rest of the day. I walked home when the bell rang, and it had gotten colder than it was earlier. I could see my own breath, and I began shivering. I decided to make my way home as soon as I could. I jogged away from the school as buses began leaving. A few passed me coming into my neighborhood, and I was already almost home.

I closed my front door, letting the warmth of my home take me in its grasp. Mom wasn't home yet, like always. However, there was a note sitting in the counter in the kitchen. It was obviously from Mom, considering it was her handwriting. "Call me when you get home and tell me if you found any open sports teams. Love you." I know that it would cause an absolute shit show if  didn't do this, so I texted her that I didn't find anything.

I immediately flopped into the couch and searched Netflix for something to watch. I couldn't find anything new and interesting, so I started binging Death Note again. After a while, I checked my phone. It was around eleven at night, so I decided to go to bed. I didn't have any pajamas, so I just took my shirt off and slept in my pants like I did every night.

~Time Skip because sleepy time~

My alarm clock woke me up once more, and after turning it off, I made my way to the shower. This time, before stepping in, I took a minute to examine my stomach area. There was a large, blue and purple bruise that had formed. It was almost painful to look at. Oh fuck. That's gonna hurt like hell when I get in the shower.

I did it anyway, and I was right. It did hurt like hell. It hurt so badly I had a little trouble pulling my shirt down over my head. It was another black shirt, but today it was short sleeved, showing off my absolute lack of muscle. Well, that's not entirely true. There is a fair bit of muscle there, but you'd have to feel it to know it. It doesn't look like much of anything.

After getting dressed and showered, I left the bathroom and noticed Mom wasn't there. Could she be asleep in her room? I flipped on the lights on her room to reveal an empty bed. I texted her and asked where she was, and she said she had a surprise for me. That's not good. I decided to just forget about it and walk to school. My dumbass forgot to get a jacket again, and it was even colder than yesterday.

As I was walking, my mind drifted back to Ada. why did she seem so worried about me? She barely even knows me. Does she want something from me? What would that be? Is she just being nice?

Before I could answer any of those questions, I was at school. I felt my face heat up a small amount, so I forced myself to think about other things. Things that calmed me down. Like my first win in a wrestling match in seventh grade. I called myself, completely shoving Ada out of my mind.

That is, until she tapped on my shoulder from behind. It caught me by surprise, making me jump and drop my books in the floor.

Ada: Oh, I'm so sorry, let me get that for you.

She leaned down to pick up the books, but as she did that, my dumbass did too. We ended up smacking our heads together. Not very hard, but still somewhat startling. She backed up a bit and let me grab the books, a small blush dusting her cheeks. The sight distracted me from the fact that I was blushing ten times heavier than that.

Ada: Sorry...

I could barely speak, so when I forced the words out of my mouth, they were little more than a whisper.

Me: It's fine.

The whispering combined with my naturally soft voice created a sound so incredibly quiet I'm surprised Ada heard it. Impressive.

Ada: How's your stomach? Is it okay?

The blush was gone from her face, almost like it never existed.

Me: Uh, oh, um, it's fine, I guess...

Ada: I still feel really bad about that, I feel like I have to do something to make it up to you.

So that's why she's being so nice...

Me: You don't really have to do anything...

Ada: Are you sur-

Ada was cut off by the principal coming over the intercom and asking me to come down to her office. Oh god, what did I do? Could this somehow have something to do with the surprise Mom mentioned?

Ada looked a little nervous, like she didn't know what to say now. Neither did I, so I awkwardly said a "Goodbye", which she responded to with a slightly less awkward "Goodbye". The bell rang, and with that, I made my way down the halls to Mrs. Backham's office. I entered, and automatically knew I was fucked. My mother was sitting in one of the chairs in from of her desk, smiling.

Mom: We got you on the wrestling team.

I was absolutely shocked. She came here, taking time out of her sleep schedule just to put me in a sport.

Me: I-isn't the team o-only for girls?

Mrs. Backham: It may look that way, but actually there's nothing preventing a boy from joining the team. It's only all female because no boys have decided to join. I'm fact, the team being all female has actually helped improve the school's reputation by showing that we're "inclusive". That probably wouldn't change if you joined as long as nobody said anything about it.

Fuck.

Mom: Practice is every day except Wednesday, just like when you did it in middle school, so you'll already be used to it! Isn't that amazing?

I wished I was fucking dead.

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