The Light You Give

18.

The day drags itself out. Even though we only started at ten. Four hours is a long time when you open your emails every five minutes to see if you got in to a school you hoped for.

And I wish I was exaggerating when I said every five minutes.

It got to the point where our teachers made the decision to take our devices at the start of each class so we couldn't check them and had to forget about them. We didn't really do any work in classes. Only the people who were doing extremely last minute things to get some final grades.

Could never be me. Academic validation was real in my DNA. 

Finally the final bell went for the day and I made a beeline for the locker rooms, leaving Seth and Callie straggling behind in Mr Ford's classroom. Taking their own time.

I slip on some nike pro's and a sports bra and a soccer tee. Tying my hair into it's ponytail and putting a headband on to keep the flyaways out of my face.

I grab my bag and make my way over to the stands where everyone is chatting and eating their afternoon tea. I was the only one changed. I make my way over to my friend group and plop my stuff down, and flop into Dallas's lap.

Like the good friend I am.

"Why do you never sit on an empty part of the bench. It's always someones lap." Dallas says with a huff.

"Sorry." I say with an unapologetic shrug. 

The others begin to show up, piling onto the bleachers surrounding us. 

"Ok hold on I need to go toilet go sit on Callie's lap." Dallas says. I hop up and Callie shakes her head at me with a laugh. I go to sit on Bea and she shoves me over and fall in to Seth's lap.

I voluntarily slide off, taking my seat on the bench. Too awkward after this mornings little moment. 

"I heard that there were kids doing stuff in Mrs O'Niel's classroom this morning Samantha said." I hear a sophomore's voice say loudly from behind us. I stiffen and I can sense Seth do the same besides me.

Luke looks at me a smug look on his face. He wriggles his eyebrows at me and looks at Seth.

Seth told him.

Are you serious. What if he told Bea? Fucking hell.

My stomach clenched mixed with annoyance and anxiety. And guilt. A lot of guilt. I turn my head and raise my eyebrows at Seth. He smiles innocently at me and offers some of his blueberry muffin. I sigh and shake my head, averting my eyes quickly.

"You and I are having a little discussion later on." I mutter quietly to him after swallowing my muffin. Luke snorts besides him and Bea is luckily chatting away to Callie and Dallas.

Seth throws Luke a glare which I elbow him for.

"Seth. Lacey. We need a talk." Coach calls from the field. I jump up and make my way towards the center of the field. Seth following behind me.

"What's up coach." I say looking between coach and Vince, the co-coach.

"First of all. We have a game on Wednesday. Against Wilkinson high you are aware right?" Coach checks in with us.

"Of course." I say with a sure nod. We had been discussing this game for a while.

"It's going to be a rough game, you know how they play. I want you both to know that the ref we're getting in will be aware of it, and will also be aware of you two troublemakers. So no funny business." Coach says seriously. "Anyway. Hurry the players up to go get changed." She finishes.