Anna was sitting in the guidance office waiting on Mrs. Taylor to show up. She had been caught skipping class. Finally Mrs. Taylor walked into the office.
"Why'd you skip?" asked Mrs. Taylor.
"I don't want to be here," said Anna. "I have no 'Dillon Pride'."
"Not funny. You can't be skipping classes. Since it is your first day you are going to be let off with a warning. Just don't do it again," said Mrs. Taylor.
"Okay," said Anna standing up.
"Oh. And for some reason Coach Taylor wants to see you in his office,' said Mrs. Taylor.
"Um, okay," said Anna walking out of the office.
Anna made her way back to the gym and into the locker room. This time she wasn't so lucky about nobody being in there. Every guy stopped and turned to watch her walk across the floor. She knocked on Coach's door and walked.
"Ah, Miss Carter," said Coach. "Have a seat."
Anna sat down on the couch in his office.
"Since I'm the only one that seems to have a problem with this issue I get to deal with it," said Coach.
"What issue?" asked Anna, knowing he was talking about her clothes.
"You attire," said Coach. "How old are you?"
"Sixteen," said Anna.
"A sixteen year old girl shouldn't be wearing clothes like this," said Coach motioning towards her clothes. "I wouldn't let my daughter out of the house in those clothes. And I'm sure if your dad saw you in those clothes he wouldn't have let you out either."
"Actually, my dad did let me out of the house in these clothes," said Anna. "He did so because he knew that if he hadn't I would do anything I could to get out of the school and make us move, again. So don't tell me what I should or shouldn't be doing. Since you were the only one to have problem with my clothes, it's not a problem at all. Good afternoon, Coach."
Anna got up from the couch and was fixing to leave when Coach stopped her.
"You are going to help wit practice in the afternoons, starting tomorrow," said Coach.
"Whatever," said Anna.
"Immediately following school tomorrow, be here ready to work. Heels wouldn't be good footwear," said Coach.
Anna smirked and walked out of the office and back towards the locker room. She was pissed as hell and really didn't want to deal with football players. As she was walking through the locker room one of the players said something to her.
"Hey, sexy. Why don't you become a tutor girl. I'm sure you cane help me with Anatomy," he said.
Anna stopped her in tracks and turned to face the player. She started to walk back over to him when Skyler stepped in front of her.
"Anna, don't," said Skyler.
"Man, move. Get your own girl," said the player shoving Skyler out of the way.
"Man, that's my sister," said Skyler.
"You need an Anatomy tutor?" said Anna smiling at the player.
"Oh, yeah. And you look like you know some Anatomy," said the player.
Anna smiled and turned to walk away.
"Aw, baby come on," said the player.
Anna turned back and punched the player in the nose. She hit him a few more times before she was picked up and pulled away from the player. The person who had her stayed behind her holding her arms behind her back.
"Now you have a nasal fracture! And if you ever saw another comment like that to me again, I'll give you and Orbital fracture along with broken Tibia and a radial fracture! How's that for anatomy?" said Anna. "Let go of me!"
"Smash, let her go," said Coach.
"Are you serious Coach?" said the bleeding player. "She broke my nose!"
Coach Taylor shook his head as Anna walked out of the locker room. Anna walked to her car and jumped in and started it. She pulled out of her parking spot and drove off out of the parking lot. She watched as a black pick up pulled out of the parking lot after her. She shrugged her shoulders and kept driving.
She finally pulled off at a small quickie mart to grab something to eat. She parked the car and got out, locking it behind her. She walked into the store and walked over to the fridges with the drinks. She picked up a Dr. Pepper as she eyes the beer. She sighed and walked over to the potato chips. She heard the bell over the door ring as another customer walked in. She heard the fridge open and close and the person walk over to the counter. She grabbed a bag of chips and walked up to the counter.
Sitting on the counter was a case of beer. She stepped back and waited. The man behind the counter told her to go ahead and check out.
"He's not ready yet," said the cashier.
Anna nodded her head and handed over the money for her drink and chips. She grabbed her bag as a man walked up to the counter. He was tall and had long brown hair. He handed over the money for the beer and the chips he had picked up. Anna walked out the door and over to her car.
"Hey!" shouted the guy from his car. "You're the girl who punched Tyrone's ass, aren't you?"
"That depends. Who are you?" asked Anna.
"Tim Riggins. I play fullback on the team," said Tim.
"Then, no I wasn't," smiled Anna getting in her car.
She almost had the door closed when he walked up, beer in hand.
"You sure about that?" asked Tim. "Cause that was one hell of a punch."
"Is that a complement?" asked Anna. "Are you even old enough to buy that?"
"Uh, no I'm not. But that doesn't stop me," said Tim. "You want one?"
"I want a case to myself. I don't share well, honey," said Anna.
Tim smiled and stepped back from the car, "Come and pick something out."
Anna smiled and climbed out of the car. She followed Tim into the store and over towards the beer. Anna looked at everything and pulled out a six pack of Budweiser. Tim smiled as they walked up to the counter.
"Tim," said the cashier. "Selling to you is one thing, but to some minor is a different thing."
"So, because I'm not a dude and on the football team you don't think you should break the law. But what if someone just happens to tell a state trooper what you're doing and have you arrested. That would be horrible now wouldn't it," said Anna.
"Just give me the money," he said.
Anna smiled as she handed over the money and walked out of the store. She walked over to her car and got in. Tim knocked on her window and she rolled it down.
"If you want to hang out this is where I live. You can drink those anytime over there," said Tim.
"Thanks for the offer," said Anna folding the paper up. "But I can drink at my house."
Anna handed over a piece of paper that had her address on it.
"You can come over if you want and drink," said Anna backing out of the parking lot.
Tim smirked as he looked down at the paper. He walked back over to his car and drove off towards his house.
