“Ten minute sprints for everyone! No complaining or you will run the rest of practice!”
Coach Braxton was still pretty pissed because of our major lost against the Wolves (our rivals).
Coach was usually a really chill down to earth kind of guy, but when it came to games he put on his black slacks and tie and was SERIOUS!
There was only two minutes left of sprinting. My legs felt like jell-O and I could feel them slowly start to give out. Everyone started slowing a few steps back.
“If you pansies don’t pick up the speed, you will all stay an extra hour after practice sprinting at full speed!” Coach yelled from the sidelines, as he drank his Gatorade.
That bastard got to drink while we were all drenched in sweat, with no fluids in our stomachs.
After ten miserable minutes of sprints, practice was finally over.
“Good work guys, see you tomorrow!” Coach said, with sincere smile. “Now go take a shower! You’re sweat don’t smell like roses and cupcakes.”
I was ready to head for the showers, when Anaya spotted me.
Anaya Borges. She is the captain cheerleader, has been since freshmen year. She is also capital H-O-T. Every guy’s desire is to be with Anaya Borges. She has a perfect body and flawless face, but that wasn’t enough to keep me in our relationship. We dated for about three months. It was the longest relationship I’ve had since…Lana. Well…being with Anaya Borges I learned three things: 1)Looks aren’t everything 2)Looks are deceiving and 3)Backstabbing b*tches are wrapped in nice chocolate bar wrappers.
“Ryan!” she screamed. I was like literally five feet away from her. I have no idea how I stood her for three months!
“Hey, Anaya now’s not a good time,” I said, disinterested. “I have to be somewhere.”
“Ryan, just let me talk to you,” she said, with an evil smile plastered on her face, as she began touching my chest.
Talk about personal space. She is in my damn bubble!
“Look, Anaya we’ve been through this and I’m tired of this same old shit. Please just stay the hell away from me,” I said. A look of hurt washed over her face.
“Just you wait, Ryan. You will come crawling back,” she said with a creepy smile as she started walking away.
Also, forgot to mention she’s fucking INSANE! She’s been trying to get us back together since we broke up. The hardest part was breaking up with her. It was not hard because I didn’t want to hurt her feelings. No. It was hard because she was in denial. She didn’t let me break up with her.
Day 1:
“Anaya, I’m sorry I can’t do this anymore,” I said.
“I’m sorry Ryan I can’t hear you,” she said, as she poured water through her ears.
Day 2:
“Anaya I know you really love but I can’t-“I started, but quickly shut up when I saw who came through the door.
“Ryan, look my father came, come meet him, he just brought a new shotgun from Cabela’s,” she said.
Day 3:
“Anaya we need to talk!” I screamed. “You can’t keep doing this! It has to be done whether you like it or not!
But before I could tell her anymore, she was gone.
By the end of the week, I was already extremely annoyed with her shit, so I decided to take her on a car ride. There’s no way she can escape if we’re in a moving vehicle.
As soon as she knew what I was doing, she started panicking. I locked the doors and the windows (who knows how demented she is).
“Anaya I tried several ways to let you down easy. I was even considering the option of being friends, but the way you’ve been acting lately has made me realize that…YOU ARE CRAZY!”
“Ugh!” she gasps.
“This whole week I’ve been having a lot murderous thoughts and possible suicidal thoughts. Yesterday I planned you’re kidnapping and murder. I planned the hole I was going to bury you in and how I was going to act all sentimental at your funeral so nobody will suspect. But then, I thought about your father. I went hunting with him and those poor bastards with tails didn’t stand a chance, and I don’t want to end up like them….so in conclusion, I’m breaking up with you,” I said. “I’m sorry, we had a long run and you didn’t give me any other choice. Sorry for being so harsh. Now please get out of my car.”
She had already started crying a river of tears and was shouting hysterically.
“What!” Anaya yelled. “Ryan, please give me another chance! You can’t leave me like this!”
Her begging didn’t move me in any way, so I just drove away.
I must admit now that I see things with a clearer mind; I realized that I should’ve deserted her like that on the side of the road. That’s the only part I actually feel guilty about.
“Yo, Ryan it’s time to talk,” Malik said, with a serious, but amused tone in his voice.
The guys sat me down as they began to talk about…the bet.
“Here’s the bet,” Alejandro started. “You have to make Emily Porter fall in love with you in less a month….but YOU can’t feel anything towards her.”
“…and if you lose this bet, you must run butt-naked in the senior last blowout parade,” Malik said.
“On top of that, you must be screaming to our entire senior class about how much you looovvve ee Emily Porter,” Tripp said, singing the last part.
“What do you say?” they all asked, in unison.
“What if I win?” I asked.
“Hahaha,” they started cracking up.
“Ryan, if by a small chance you do win, we are the ones that will run butt-naked, and we will scream how much we love you,” Malik said.
“I accept the challenge,” I said, feeling satisfied and confident.
There was no way in hell I would ever lose this bet. Especially for some average Joe like Emily Porter. I have nothing to fear, she on the other hand, doesn’t know what’s coming.
If only that Ryan Wilkinson knew this bet would be the cause of all his problems in the future. I doubt I would’ve taken this challenge if I knew.
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The Locker Diary
Teen FictionSweet Ryan Wilkinson turns into a notorious bad boy when he experiences heartbreak. He becomes the definition of douche bag. Girl after girl after girl becomes his daily routine...until he meets Emily Porter, your typical average girl with enchantin...