It seems like the only things I ever post are one-shots! So here you go people a multi-chapter story! Wooooo, go me! *waves little banner* Enjoy. ;D
The first time my life blew up was when my parents left, the second, when we moved to Ferryport landing. Now was the third time, and this time my life didn't just blow up, it was ripped to shreds, stepped on, THEN blown to bits, leaving nothing but ash and a burn mark.
"What?! Sir you can't be serious! I didn't even apply!" I looked at the headmaster like he was an elephant riding a purple unicorn. "You may not have applied, but I think you're the right person for this job. You'll make a perfect manager for the boys' basketball team." I sigh in defeat.
Let me explain a few things, first of all sports were what made up the food chain at Ferryport high, although looks had ALOT to do with it. It was arranged like this: 1. Boys basketball 2. Boys' soccer 3. Cheerleaders 4. Boys track 5. Girls' basketball 6. Girls track 7. Girls' soccer, if you didn't fit in any of those you were at the bottom. Being the manager for 1 or 2 was every girls dream. But if you weren't the very top girl of 3, 5, 6, or 7 your social life died. EVERY girl hated you, but once again if you were the top cheerleader, top player in girls' b-ball, head of the girls' soccer team, etc. then the other girls fawned over you.
I was the lowest of the low. So not one to be fawned over, I was one who was going to get glares of doom, catty comments, and the usual female bullying. "Fine sir when do I start? I hope you know I won't pity them or go easy." I warn him, but he knows. The headmaster was a nice guy, I had met him after the war ended and Ferryport got back together. He knew that I had taken every self-defense and fighting class I could find and that I was a hidden expert on b-ball. "The boys will be in for a surprise then, mind if I watch first practice?" He chuckles. I nod rather grimly (ha last name humor! Get it? My last names Grimm? Whatever.) "You start after school today, practice is at three thirty. I'm sure coach'll make you take over just to see what your made of." He laughs again. I let out a sigh but grab my bag and head to my sixth hour class.
I look around as I walk down the hallway. This will be the last time I walk down this hall undisturbed, I wasn't important to these people yet. With my honey colored hair that couldn't decide if it was wavy or straight, my boring dark blue eyes, and my skinny but average build, I wasn't the prettiest girl in school. But it wasn't like I tried, my wardrobe consisted of oversized band tees and jeans, also my hair was in a permanent bun.
"Hey Sabrina!" I hear someone call me name and I turn. Rushing towards me were my two best friends, Luke and Jasmine. Luke was like a human puppy, big eyes, easy smile, and a cute personality. He was like a brother, Jasmine was almost the opposite. She had dark red hair she kept in a ponytail and big green eyes. She was shy, and tiny, often hiding behind her glasses and books. They catch up and I smile, "What's up buttercup?" Luke asks as he tweaks my nose.
"You won't believe what headmaster did." I grumble "He made me. ME! The boys' basketball manager, you might want to run while you can, after this practice I'll be murdered by the female population. Don't want you getting mixed up with public enemy number 1."
Jasmine snorts. "Yeah, you get to spend time around twelve incredibly hot guys and you worry about us getting messed with?" Jasmine says in her soft voice. I smile "You guys want to come? I hear they're complete assholes. So this should be fun." Luke tweaks my nose again, "Of course my day wouldn't be complete without seeing you kick someone's ass Chica!" I snort but put up one finger signaling to them to wait a sec.
I duck into the bathroom, changing from my long sleeved shirt and jeans to a light weight grey band tee and a pair of running shorts, swapping my combat boots for a pair of converse, low top, tennis shoes. I pop back out and continue on my journey to the gym. I step inside and am encased in the sound of squeaking sneakers and the smell of sweat. I set my stuff down by the door and head into the heart of the jungle. I see headmaster sitting next to the coach, he sees me and smirks.
I go and sit next to the coach, Luke and Jasmin going to sit at the top of the bleachers. I grill the coach, on how much they run, their exercises, and drills. I study them after I get all the information I need. I know how the totem pole is and it shows on the court.
1. Puck (I shudder at the thought of him being the schools it kid) 2. Jason 3. Carter 4. Jacob 5. Max 6. Daniel 7. Alek 8. Peter 9. Wes 10. Lane and 11. Casey 12. Braden. That's how it is on and off the court. Time to get to work, I stand and pull out a whistle.
"And it begins." I hear the headmaster mutter, laughing. I shoot him a look but blow my whistle. Soon all the boys are standing in a semi-circle around me with coach. "What's Grimm doing here?" I hear Puck complain. "Sabrina is the new team manager. She's taking over for me today." coach says, I hear half the boys laugh and half of them groan.
They only run ten laps around the court every practice, it's not enough. It makes them slow and their endurance is low. "Fifteen laps." I start and they start to wander away "Around the school." I finish and they all stop turning back around. "What?! No way no one can do that!" I hear Max yell.
"You can and will. Boys, sorry if I hurt your feelings but your slow and your endurance sucks. I'll even run it with you." I say giving them a look that says 'no wiggle room. Do it or die.' The boys mutter things under their breath but only one complains. Who you ask? Why Puck of course. "Why do I have to listen to you?" He sneers and I smirk. "You do what I say today and after practice I'll play you. One on one. If I lose you never have to do a thing I say again, if I win you do what I say during practice without a single complaint." I stick my hand out and he shakes it "Deal."
I start to walk away when I hear: "at least she's got a nice ass." And as if to prove his point someone grabs my butt. I don't care if the headmasters watching, you don't grope me like that. I grab whoevers hand it is and flip him over my shoulder before crouching over the boy in question and placing one knee on his windpipe. Basically it's like saying, 'hey because my knees there, I can crush your wind pipe and kill you at any time!' I glare at the boy, Carter. "Rule number one!" I yell so they all can hear me. "I don't take crap! Rule two! Grope me and die! Rule three! Listen to what I say! Follow those and we won't have a problem!" I get up off Carter and pull him up patting him on the back. I mean, the poor guy just got beat up by a girl a third his size. I look at the stunned faces, every one silent except for the laughter coming from the four people in the stands. "Come on boys! Fifteen laps! We're wasting time!" I say walking out the double doors.
They complain. The ENTIRE time! Well, almost the entire time, after a certain point they're breathing too hard to say anything. I roll my eyes, I ran right ahead of them, most of the time backwards. I was hardly even breathing hard! Even Puck, a fairy, and an Everafter, was gasping for air by the eleventh lap. When it's over several of the boys fall to the ground while others bend over wheezing like and old lady with asthma.
"Really? You guys are that out of shape?" I ask and receive glares from at least four of them. "You, ha, she, ha, demon!" Alek pants. I shrug and jump when a sweaty arm slings over my shoulders. "You know...I like 'em feisty and immortal." I look at Lane and he wiggles his eyebrows. I can't help it, I laugh; this causes Jacob to pull me away from Lane and into a hug, a very sweaty hug.
"Aww she's cute! Puck you didn't tell us that! You just said you lived with the Grimm's!" I smile at Jacob and do the same thing I do to Luke when he acts all touchy feely, I pat his head and slide out of his arms. "Practice isn't over yet boys, you won't like me very much at the end I guarantee it." I smirk as a flash of fear crosses several faces. I shoo the boys back into the gym, when everyone's back inside I start passing out balls. "Wow! They're all in one piece! You went easy buttercup!" Luke yells from his seat next to Jasmin, I roll my eyes. "I would flip you off but there are adults here." I yell back.
The rest of practice goes fine, I call out drills they do them, I give them a little advice here and there, and about half the boys listen. The other half probably think I have no idea what I'm talking about. Practice ends and I hand out towels, take up balls, and pass out water. I shove them all into the locker room, "Don't come out unless you've showered! You guy smell like you rolled in garbage and bathed in road kill!" I yell through the door. "That's a bad thing why?" Puck yells back. I roll my eyes, and soon the boys pile back out, clean and dressed.
Except for Puck, "One on one lets go." He says and I pull my hair from its bun into just a plain ponytail.
It ended quickly, ten minutes in I had eighteen points he had zero. At twenty six I took pity on him and called it quits. "How did you do that!? Grimm you cheated!" Puck sputters. I look to coach, "She didn't cheat." He calls and I smile. "Don't feel bad, I've been playing since I was nine, how do you think we had fun at the orphanage?" I pat him on the back "Now go shower." He smirks and crosses his arms. "No." He states and I sigh, it's gonna be like this huh? I point towards the showers and he shakes his head.
Fine, I can deal. I grab his ear with one hand and bar his arms behind his back with my other arm. Dragging him to the locker room. "Door!" I yell and Jason gets it for me. I drag Puck over to the showers shove him in, flick on the water, and pull his shirt off. I stand there arms crossed, silently telling him he won't get past me. I know all the boys, Luke, Jasmin, and maybe the headmaster have followed us in. Puck scrambles up and goes to dodge me.
Still gonna be a pain huh, well then. I jump on his back and pour shampoo in his hair before scrubbing. The entire time he's trying to pull me off. After his hairs clean I jump off, he glares at me and I pick up a soap bottle. His eyes widen, and I pop the cap squeezing it hard enough for it to splatter all over his chest and arms. "Scrub. Or I will, and it will be painful." I order and he mumbles under his breath but starts to scrub. I've seen Puck shirtless quite a bit, and he is HOT. I won't ever tell him though, now what I'm telling you is just between you, me, and that locker. I no longer blush and stutter when I see him shirtless instead, the back part of my mind turns to goo and I silently freak out, but I've mastered the art of not letting it show. I swear! Why Puck? I've seen several guys shirtless and I didn't have this reaction, it's weird and I don't like it.
After Pucks started I leave him to get dressed and finish showering. The boys follow me out giggling, "That should go on YouTube." I hear one laugh. Max tosses me a towel, since I'm now soaked. I towel off and go change back into my other shirt and my jeans. The boys head out saying good bye, a few hug several pat my head or mess with my bun. Jacob even pecks me on the cheek, guess they liked me anyway. Hmmm. I leave with Luke and Jasmin and as we walk home I see a black dot zip ahead up in the sky, signaling Pucks heading home.
NOT a one-shot! The second chapter is in the works! I feel so proud of myself! First I would like to thank Ja-
Basketball team, Luke, Jasmine, and Sabrina: GET ON WITH IT!
Fine bossy people….Thank you for reading!