TW: In this chapter, there are mentions of abuse, panic attacks, suicidal thoughts, nightmares, and Dissociative Identity Disorder. If any of these things are triggering, I will be adding ** before it starts, and after it ends. Thank you, and have fun reading!
3RD PERSON
Sitting in the commons, wrapped in the arms of her loving boyfriend, the teen smiled.
"How are you feeling about the season kicking off?"
"I feel pretty good. I mean I know the cowboys won't really get anywhere with Jason Garrett still being our head coach. He's been with us for a decade and hasn't gotten us close to the playoffs. I'll be happy when they get rid of him finally." Sanai smiled.
Justin spoke up, "It doesn't matter anyway. With or without Garrett the Cowboys suck. I feel bad for Dak Prescott, he's all alone."
Everyone in the friend group looked around at each other, knowing something bad was going to happen. Tyler grabbed his baseball bat and hid it on the other side of the bench. Jaxon cracked his neck and his knuckles before throwing his bag on the floor. It seemed as if everyone was hiding anything that could be used as a weapon, as it was known that Sanai can get very.... well, passionate, per say, when it comes to football. Jaxon was the same way, even though the two were polar opposites.
Sanai unwrapped herself from his arms and stood looking at him. "I know you're not talking. You don't even watch the NFL."
"I don't have to, they suck. You said it yourself." An incredulous look was displayed on the petite woman's face. She backed away slowly with her hands raised out in front of her.
"So now you're putting words in my mouth? Well here's some words you should listen to. You don't watch professional football so you have no say. No team, no opinion. As for the cowboys, they have Dak Prescott, Ezekiel Elliot, Tony Pollard, Amari Cooper, Jaime Olawale, Antwaun Woods, Jeff Heath, Randall Cobb, Alfred Morris, Dalton Schultz, Byron Jones, Xavier Woods, Jourdan Lewis, Michael Bennett, Robert Quinn, Anthony Brown, and so many more amazing players. Your opinion is irrelevant, therefore you're fucking wrong. Don't ever try to come for my team."
The two began going back and forth before Zoe groaned, "I'm not drunk enough to listen to this shit. It's not even 7:15."
"Since when do you drink? You're a freshman." Tyler Dwyer, a smaller, scrawny kid piped up. She looked over at him and yawned.
"I don't. But after this, I might have to start." Finishing her sentence, the argument between the couple became personal.
"You're just mad because the team is the only way you can hold onto your dead, abusive father."
And with that, Sanai froze. Tears threatening to spill, she grabbed her bag, shrugged her way out of the group and stormed off. Everyone had heard, and turned to the boy, looking for answers. Justin stood there, in shock himself.
Roaring, Jaxon charged at the dumbstruck teenager before being stopped by both Tylers. "What the fuck was that Justin?"
"Do not just tell me that this dumbass brought up her father. Lord let this be a dream, I do NOT want to have to beat up this man."
Hanging his head, Justin grabbed his things. The bell rang out, signifying students to get to their class right as he was about to run after the love of his life.
Mari
I sulked my entire way to class, thinking. Why did he have to bring Michael into this?
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