The Ho and the Heartbreak

I (August)

Sooo my room isn't done...

and I realize I promised y'all a chapter this week.

So, here it is: 1 of 1, the pilot, the season premiere, whatever you wanna call it.

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"If you ask Alex, there's no game without him...and there's no him without the game," I roll my eyes in amusement. Yeah, I've definitely heard that one before, "Like what a drama queen..."

I smile back at Stella. If you hadn't known beforehand, you wouldn't be able to tell that she was Alex's sister. They're astronomically different. Her rounded frame gives her a plush look and the eternal blush on her cheeks stands out on her pale face, but matches with her auburn hair. I'd ask her about that often: Why she had red hair when no one in her family for eight generations has had it? Why did that severely recessive gene decide to reactivate in her ribosomes and falter a mutation in her DNA?

"Keira, you're gawking at my hair again..." It takes me a moment to get out of my mind, which was floating with hypotheses to my unanswered questions, "You know, you would make quite the doctor...even if it is only something to fall back on."

I easily shun every scientific thought and her comment, pretending to look over the field for Alex, when I knew exactly where he was, "You know that's not what I really want to do. It's not a passion of mine and holds no place in my heart...not like writing does."

She sighs, obviously deciding not to dig any deeper, "Have it your way, hun. Maybe it's not the right career path for you. Oh my god, imagine your bedside manner...HORRIBLE," I gasp and wack her in the back of the head, but I can see in her eyes that's really what she wants for me. It's really what my mom wants for me too: To be some big shot, arrogant, life-saving "hero", who wields a God-like complex. Almost like something off of Grey's Anatomy.

"Look, there he goes," Stella's finger darts to a running player on the field, who happens to be wearing the same number as both of us. He gazes across the field as if in search for someone. He's probably looking for me, his girlfriend, who's supposed to be down there doing her job as team manager. I guess Stella noticed too, "You didn't tell him you weren't working the field today?"

"Shit, I totally forgot," I stand quickly and wave Alex down, letting him know I'm coming down, "Can you watch my purse?" She nods and I almost rush down, but turn back for my phone. I didn't want to see the look of confusion on Stella's face, so I just pretend I'm too occupied with the thoughts of my mind. In reality, I can't take any chances. No, I don't believe Stella would ever do such a thing as go through my purse. No, I don't believe she would ever go through my phone, but I can never be too careful.

I start to regret the tight jeans and booties I decided to wear while going down the seemingly limitless stairs. I've always hated bleachers. Since I wasn't working the field for tonight's game, I just wanted to look cute. For Alex, but most importantly, for myself.

Making my way onto the turf, my head quickly drops when a player jogs past me. There's a reason I didn't want to be on this field tonight and yet, here I am. Guess things don't always go as planned. A shadow casts over my feet and I look up to see a handsome face I'd grown to love, but before I can say anything, he quickly pulls me into his strong arms and shoves his nose into my neck as if I'd been gone for years. I stifle a laugh, but I can't tell if it's from the affection or the fact that he's squeezing every ounce of air out of my body.

"Baby," Aww..he sounds like a child calling out to his mommy, "Threw me off a little bit when I didn't see you on the field, y'know?" His southern accent tickles my ear and I giggle. It's probably one of the most attractive things about him.