The boy next door

Chapter Thirty Three: No man is worth not watching Ian Somerhalder

Frank Ocean is so underrated :(
he deserves recognition :(((

This is one of my favourite songs by him :)) it just hold a special place in my heart.

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I feel like I haven't updated in so long, so here's a double update for you guys:))
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Chapter Thirty Three: No man is worth not watching Ian Somerhalder

The rest of the school day went by rather quickly.

Clarissa, Ayesha, Joanna and I had basketball practice after school, which was down right torture. Since this was our first practice of the school year, and we just finished our summer holidays, Ms. O'Brien—the senior girls basketball coach— was on our asses big time. Most of us were slacking, or got a bit lazy during the summer, so she made us practice drills and run laps around our PE hall so much, I could barely feel my legs by the end of practice. My thighs burned, and my feet hurt.

"Fuck. My thighs are on fire," Joanna groaned, putting on a pair of jeans. We were in the changing room.

I tied my damp hair into a messy ponytail, and grabbed my gym bag. "Tell me about it. I can't feel my legs." Clarissa scoffed, and led the way out of the changing room, Joanna, Ayesha and I following behind.

"Legs? I can't feel my entire body. I knew I shouldn't have slacked off this summer, now look at me," Clarissa pointed her finger at her tomato-red face. "I've never been this exhausted over practice. Ever."

Ayesha opened the schools front door for us, and we walked into the parking lot. It was then I remembered that Mason was my ride to school, and my car was at home. If I were to wait for Mason, I would have to stay in the school for another fifteen minutes, because he had training with the senior boys soccer team. I was sweating and my hair was getting greasy, so that didn't seem like the best idea.

"Mind if you give me a lift home? Mason dropped me off today, and he's at practice," I asked Joanna as she fished her keys from her jeans, and unlocked her car. Joanna also had to drop Ayesha and Clarissa home, since they usually carpooled together.

"No problem."

"Thank you," I said, and opened the back seat of her car. Clarissa joined me seconds later.

Joanna started her engine, and reversed out from her previous parking space. "So, are you guys coming to the game tonight?" She asked, driving out into the empty road. Ayesha furrowed her eyebrows.

"What game?"

"The soccer game. The boys soccer team is playing against ALS, this evening."

I pouted. I have noticed the senior soccer team train a lot these days. Although, I didn't expect them to have a game so soon. It's only been three weeks since we began our school year.

"I didn't know they already planned for a game this soon. Are you guys going?" I questioned. One thing I wouldn't do is attend a soccer game alone.

Clarissa spoke up from beside me. "I mean, we're all going. Even Benny."

"No. Is it one of those huge games that half the school goes to? If so, I think I'll pass. Huge crowds scare me," I admitted, and leaned back into the soft leather seat.