I'll never make the team, I thought, as another soccer ball missed the goal. I wiped the sweat off my forehead and pushed my hair back. I loved my hair, but when I was sweaty, it would only be a bother. I felt my pocket buzz and pulled out my phone. It was a text from my mom.
Harry Styles, where are you? If you are late for this, I will skin you alive!
I'm late! Oh, I'm so late! I ran to the locker room to change. I hopped in the shower and stood there for a few minutes, letting the cold water rush over my body, rinsing off all the sweat, and then I remembered I was late. What is wrong with me? Hurry! I ran to my locker and put on my clothes.
I was very uncomfortable with what I was wearing. A white, frilly dress shirt, gray slacks, and a gray blazer. I hopped in my car and cranked it up.
Bing! Bing!
No gas?! Oh shit.
I got out of the car and stood there, thinking about my options. I decided to take a taxi. All I had to do was find a female driver. They always stop for me. All the male taxi drivers are homophobic, and according to everyone I know, I'm obviously gay.
When I came out, everyone shouted "I knew it! Haha! I was right, etc." Honestly, I found that a little insulting, but at least they accepted me...
A taxi cruised to a stop next to me. It was a girl, of course. I got in and gave the address to the place where my mom was getting remarried. My mom, Anne, divorced my dad when I was little. I miss him sometimes, until I realize I don't remember much about him. I only remember the fun times, which I guess is what matters.
When we came to a stop, I realised I left my wallet in my car back at the school. She was nice and apparently desperate because she let me pay with a kiss. I needed to get inside so I humored her. I pulled away early and she pouted. I patted her hand and ran inside going up the steps two-by-two.
I got in just as the music started. I was in charge of walking in my mom. Her dad died so
she let me do it. I linked one arm through hers and fixed my hair with the other. She smiled at me, but I could tell she was sad because of how late I was. Sorry, I mouthed to her. She didn't answer. She just pecked me on the cheek and we started to walk. I was going to pay later.
"Okay guys, take five." I watched as the newbies dragged themselves to the water station. I loved being a soccer coach.
"Coach Tommo? Can we have more time?" I pretended to think about it, even though I knew what the answer was going to be.
"Well... I guess. More playing time you mean, right?" I smirked and kept going. "Okay. If you insist. Everyone call your moms! I'm holding you for an extra hour. The poor kid pouted and looked like he was going to cry. I patted his shoulder. "You don't get good by resting. Now go get a drink before your five minutes runs out."
I heard someone clap behind me. "Bravo, Mr, Tomlinson." I swiveled around and smiled.
"That's Coach Tomlinson to you, Mister. Hey Zayn." I embraced my friend, co-teacher, co-coach, co-gay. Yes we were both gay. Not for each other. There was a time when we dated. Back in high school. I had a lovely time, don't get me wrong, but we decided to end it. Now we live together on school grounds. We are best friends.
"No," He said frowning, and looking at his watch. "I'm pretty sure you should be Professor Tomlinson right now." He smirked at me as I checked my own watch. I was late for class!
I glared at him. "Let them out an hour late."
"Someone asked?" He wondered. I only nodded my head, already walking away. He barked a laugh. "When will they learn? Okay boys. Two laps. Sprinting. Come on! Let'sgolet'sgolet'sgo!"
"Yes Stacy?" I asked when I walked into the room. I knew she was going to be raising her hand, asking why I was late.
Sure enough, "Why were you late?" She squeaked.
"I was held up at soccer practice. By the way, your boyfriend will be late for your 'secret date' tonight at your parents' house while they're in France. Just a warning." She looked shocked. Everyone in class snickered. "I know all Stacy." I warned. "Now open your books to page 346. We will be talking about complex structures today." They all looked up at me, wondering what to do next. "Well, study up! We have pop quiz today!" I shouted pulling out a stack of papers. They all groaned. I love my job.