Break

I will fix this one for you, Reggie.

I sigh as I turn around. A few bad dreams that woke me up, but I got back to sleep right away. I got a pretty good night, even though I was alone. I pick up my phone seeing too many messages. The fuck? Shit, I overslept! My alarm didn't go off! It's already eleven! I missed three lessons! Wait, why am I stressed about that? I chuckle about myself. I'm going to be alright. It's fine. Sometimes I just don't come to school. As long as I'm in time for practice it's alright. I start texting people that I'm okay, just sleeping. I get up and grab a shower before getting in my sport clothes already. I can't be arsed to go to my other lessons.

Toni jumps into my arms and I almost fall, but I restore my balance. 'Don't ever do that again, I was worried. And what if you died? What if I wasn't there for you? What if-' I shut her up with a forceful kiss. As I pull back I don't miss the smile on her face. 'Breath, Ton' I grin at her. She pulls me into a hug I can't escape. 'You have practice in about five minutes,' I whisper in her ear. 'Shit.' She jumps off of me again and starts running to the dressing rooms. 'I will come watch soon!' I follow her but in a slow pace. I'm going to run into miss Cox one hundred percent, but what am I going to say then? She's probably going to dismiss me from the field. I shrug, we will see. I walk on to the field and see that miss Cox is focused on the girls. Great, then I can do whatever I want. Wait, why am I even stressed about that? What would she do? Go to the principal? He wouldn't dare do anything against me. I go sit on the bleachers and immediately Toni catches me. I wink at her and she blushes, too easy. A smirk comes to my face as I check the girl out. 'Miss Evans, you have one minute to get off my field!' Instead of disappearing, I take a fag out of my pocket and light it. 'No smoking on my field!' Miss Cox starts running up the bleachers. I can only grin at her. 'Get off my field right now!' she screams in my face. 'I'm not on your field, miss Cox' I answer slowly and take a hit. 'You are.' 'No, I'm on the bleachers. Your field is in the middle.' 'Shut up! And disappear! You're already distracting me and my team, Quinn, and it's done! Or I'm going to the principal to get you expelled or you go right now!' She's losing it. I chuckle and blow the smoke out slowly. I'm still chill even though she isn't. I lean back. 'I'm not going anywhere, miss Cox.' A daring smile forms my lips. 'That's it!' She storms off and I just start laughing. 'Quinn, what the fuck happened?' Toni climbs up the bleachers and the rest of the cheers are also quite interested. 'She flipped, but she can't get me expelled. But she doesn't know that yet.' 'Are you okay?' I chuckle at her question. 'I'm amazing.'

'Quinn Evans! With me right now!' I groan as the principal comes into view. 'I'm kind of sick with your behavior. I should've expelled you months ago.' 'Yeah, but you can't. That's the problem, principal.' He groans out of frustration. I can be pretty annoying sometimes, I know. 'Get her off my field, Reginald!' The cheers are highly invested in this conversation. 'I'm not on your field, miss Cox.' Her face gets even more disgusted. I can count her wrinkles like rings of a tree. I roll my eyes at both of them. They are all the way down on the first step of the bleachers and I'm about halfway. In other words, I'm looking down on the two of them, like some sort of king, I guess. 'I want her of my field right now! Or I'm walking, Reginald!' All the girls respond shocked. They know what that means. Look, I do dislike miss Cox, but she is one of the best in her field. The principal looks at me begging, almost on his knees. I sigh and roll my eyes. 'I will fix this one for you, Reggie.' I get up and walk slowly off the bleachers. 'Thank you, miss Evans.' I wink at Toni before walking inside. I swear these teachers can make an elephant from a mosquito. What am I going to do now till my practice starts? I look at the clock. Only fifteen minutes to spare. I can entertain myself, I guess.

'What did I hear about you giving up to save miss Cox, Evans?' I groan at Johnson. I hate how much they gossip around this school. 'She's the best in her field, we all know that. I need to back off for a while.' 'Wow, who are you and what did you do with Evans? You sound really mature right now.' I roll my eyes at her and hit the back of her head playfully. 'Let's practice.' I grab a ball and bounce it to her. Our team is here, but the coach is nowhere to be seen, so we decide to play a bit before he's here.

Finally coach shows up with a face full of anger, it even scares me. 'Quinn fucking Evans! What did you do!' Oh shit. 'What do you mean, coach?' Is he talking about the thing with miss Cox? I thought that was done. I'm just going to stay away from the field and from her for a while and it will be fine. 'You're off the fucking team! I'm so done with your bullshit!' 'Coach, what are you talking about? Is it miss Cox?' He walks to me and I feel threatened. A few steps back and my back hits the wall. He just comes closer. 'No, it's not miss Cox. Stop playing stupid,' he hisses in my face. My breathing fastens. Oh no. 'Coach, coach, take it easy now.' Johnson pulls him off of me, at least tries to. 'She needs to fucking go!' He points at me. What the hell did I do? I don't remember doing anything. 'Calm down. What happened?' 'I just found out that that slut slept with my daughter and broke her heart!' 'I never-' 'Shut your fucking mouth and walk away now!' he shuts me up. I swallow thickly. 'Okay, coach.' I nod. He needs space right now, even though I didn't do it. I walk away from the field. 'Get out of that jersey! You're not worth that, you fucking slut!' That stabbed right through me. I seriously was doing something good, I thought. I was getting good at basketball. I throw my jersey on the bleachers and walk out with tears in my eyes. I don't even try to get back in my clothes, I just grab my bag and go. 'Quinn, where are you going? Don't you have practice?' 'Coach threw me out, Drew.' I keep walking till she grabs my shoulder. 'You're not okay, Quinn. I can see that. What happened?' 'He blames me of banging his daughter. I didn't do shit.' I pull my shoulder out of her hand. She wanted to fight me last time. 'Ey, I'm sorry, okay? Sorry about what happened before and sorry about this.' 'It's fine. Don't worry about it. Want to come with me and get drunk and high?' She shrugs and walks in front of me to my car in silence. I start my car. 'Let's get fucked up.'