Sunflower

Chapter Thirty-Five: Oh Hey

"Coco, come on. You've already missed your first three classes." 

"Okay." 

"Baby, Get out of bed."

"No thanks." 

My dad walked over sitting the edge of my bed, "I thought this breakup thing wasn't bothering you?"

"It's not the Blake part... He can piss off for all I care." 

"Then what is it?" 

"I saw some photos at the restaurant last night of you and mom and grandma and grandpa... I want that..." 

"You'll get it soon enough. Hey, I didn't find Clara until I was what 33." 

"You were married at 33. Dating at 29 and met her when you were like 21." 

"Okay come here.. I wanna show you something."

He forced me out of bed and downstairs, "All you saw in those photos was Found love." 

"What the hell does that mean?" 

"It means I had to find it. But the best kinda love, you already have." 

He pulled out a box of photos from grabbed a bunch, "Here," He handed me the stack. 

I grabbed the first one. A photo was taken not to long after I was born with my dad holding me close to his chest as I slept soundly. The next few photos were of my grandpa and grandma holding me. 

I grabbed one from the bottom of the stack, "You remember that?" 

"No," I smiled shaking my head. 

I looked at the perfectly timed photo of my dad holding me up in the air in front of the sunset kissing my forehead, "Or more recently," He turned his phone on showing the wallpaper of the twins and I in Hawaii, "You have plenty of time to find love, Coco. Sometimes it just drops in front of you." 

"In front of you in this weekend's homework," The teacher sighed with a slightly annoyed tone to her voice. They will only be available for submission at certain times, "The first packet is due Friday. You may turn it in anytime between 5 pm and 8 pm. No earlier no later." 

I raised my hand, "Uh Ms. Hart, Playoff is this weekend, I'm warming up between 5 and playing at 7. Is there any possibility I can turn it in before?" 

She got in my face, "5 to 8 pm. No earlier... No later." 

I sighed and put my head down on my desk, "If these are not turned in at the right time it will earn you a missing grade... The end of the school year is coming and for any of you who read the syllabus any missing assignments will end in an incomplete and you will not pass this class." 

"What's got you so stressed?" Asher asked me. 

"It's my damn English teacher. She a strict old nun." 

"Well, I suck at English so I can't help you." 

"I know," I muttered. I looked in my phone's reflection and saw my matted hair and a zit forming on my chin, "Damn." 

"Alright, everyone!" Coach yelled. I stared down at my shoes slowly tieing them, "I'd like to introduce you to our new goalie." 

"Oh. My. God," Maverick stuttered. 

I looked at Asher who's jaw was on the floor, "What're you guys looking-" I stop midsentence looking at the new goalie. 

"I thought goalies were supposed to be ugly," Another boy muttered.