The Scheme

Trainer From Hell (pic of Sam)

A/N  So I’m overwhelmed by your guy’s comments, votes, and fanning, so here is chapter 2. A lot of you have mentioned that this reminds you of the movie “She’s the Man” just want to point of a few differences (she went to school to join the boy’s soccer team because her’s was cut, Kayli does play soccer but it is just for fun and is going to a camp (not a school) to help her big brother out. I totally get where you see the similarities but I hope this story still gives you some surprises : ) Thanks for reading and please comment and vote...I love love love comments, its gives me an excuse to talk to people and trust me folks I’m a talker…haha ok on to the story

Chapter 2

“Kayli….”

“Hmmm..”

“Hey Kayli….”

“Go away!” I grumbled, sinking deeper into my comforter.

“Not going to happen, now wake up!” Brent squealed like a crazed fan girl, jumping up and down and my unsuspecting body was tossed around like some ragdoll.

“Seriously, you’re jumping on my bed. What are you five?” I mumbled, throwing the pillow over my head hoping to drown out his annoying voice.

“If you don’t get up right now,  you’re going to regret it!” he rambled.

“Your attempt to threaten me is real pathetic, now shut your hole and let me sleep” I barked, throwing the pillow at a clueless Brent, burying myself deeper into my warm covers.

“If that’s your decision, don’t say I didn’t warn you” he sang cheerily.

Seriously, what is this guy’s problem? He knows I’m not a morning person.  Hearing some shuffling noise beside me, my bleary eyes snuck a peek and saw Brent’s back retreating out of my room. What a sore loser, giving up already. All the better for me, now I can finally get my beauty sleep.  Reaching down to grab the pillow I threw at Brent off the floor, I placed it underneath my head sighing in content.

Burrowing my face deeper into the pillow, I took a deep breath, waiting for sleep to claim me once again. My eyes shot open immediately as a strange scent hit my nostrils. Taking another breath I nearly gagged as a putrid scent assaulted my senses, what the hell! Lifting up my head , I stared down at my bed trying to locate the scent. Grabbing my comforter I cautiously sniffed it, a fresh scent of laundry detergent meeting my nose. Okay so not the blanket, reaching for my pillow, I brought it two inches away from my face before chucking it onto the floor.

What the hell, why does my pillow smell like somebody just died on it?! Waving my arms dramatically, I tried to blow the scent that still seem to linger around me away. Glimpsing back down to the floor I saw a foreign object sticking out from my pillow cover.

“BBBREEENNTT!!!” I wailed.

“I warned you little sis” Brent chuckled, standing in front of my doorway with his crutches, watching the scene unravel the whole time.

“What kind of sick person are you, sticking your jockstrap in my pillow! My favorite pillow is ruined, not to mention the fact that I will be traumatized for the rest my life! And oh my god that smell…my nose is going to have permanent damage!”

“I asked you get you lazy ass up but you wouldn’t. Its not my fault I had to go to extreme measures…plus you need get use to seeing a jockstrap, I’m sure you are going to be seeing a fair amount of them at camp” he said, trying to stifle the laugh bursting out of his mouth.

Wanting to wipe that stupid smirk off his face, I leapt off my bed tackling him to the ground.  His crutches were thrown into the air as I skillfully landed on top of him, making him hit the ground with a big 'oomph'.