25th August 2013 Sunday

Day 237

So busy, but let's stay positive. Least I enjoy writing on my laptop because it feels like that's all I'm doing. Short, but that essay is due. Got to wrap this story up soon.

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Disclaimer: Does it really have to be everyday? I don't own it!

In short, my room is a pig sty. I'm kneeling in ankle deep clothes that cover my entire floor, in search for a particular item.

"Gross," I complain, throwing yet another mouldy sandwich in to the trash can at the door. My hands plunge deep in to a pile of clothes in the corner, throwing garments everywhere as I frantically reduce the mess. I had no idea there were floor boards in my room.

"Yes!" I shout in celebration, holding my tie above my head. It looks really gross; I'm pretty sure it was sitting under that last sandwich, but I'm so happy to have found it. It's nothing a quick wash can't fix. I jump in my skin when someone clears their throat at my door.

"What is with all the noise?" my father asks me, rubbing his fingertips across his forehead. I almost ignore him, looking down to tie my tie around my neck. It's hard to pay attention to him when his voice is all tired, which is most of the time.

"I was looking for my tie," I confess. "The school said they would start handing out detentions if students weren't wearing them," now that was a lie. I didn't exactly want to tell my dad that I'm wearing a tie to impress a smart girl.

"Fine," his voice sounds exhausted, nothing out of the ordinary. "Just clean up this mess."

I chuckle a little as he leaves, but he doesn't seem to notice. I suppose it's kind of a long-running joke. He has always been telling me to clean up this place.

Six am practice is finally over two and a half hours later. I hate to admit it, but I'm starting to feel tired. I've been focusing all my energy on studying biology so I can impress Jenny, but now football is taking the hit.

"What was with you today?" Tyrone runs up beside me and we both sit down on the bleachers. His voice sounds full of annoyance, so I simply shrug.

"You know, just having one of those off days," I answer, avoiding his staring eye contact as much as possible. He turns his nose up in my direction.

"Dude, why are you wearing a tie?" he pulls on the piece of material for a split second, and I make a choking sound out of reflex. I'm starting to remember why I "lost" it in the first place.

"Teachers have been saying if students don't wear them, they'll get detentions," I think it's smart to use the same lies to different people, that way they know the same stuff and won't be asking me questions. He's still looking at me sceptically, so I turn my head away. A small gasp is released as I see Jenny looking at the field from the entrance. I scramble to my feet, stepping over the metallic rows of seats in a desperate attempt to reach her.

"Where are you going?" Tyrone's voice grows softer as I move away, but I manage to shout loud enough so he can hear.

"Forgot my…cleats," yet another lie, but at least it's one he won't focus on. As I approach Jenny, I can't help but feel his gaze burning in to the back of my head. I tug on her arm a little, pulling us away from any viewing crowd. She's dressed impeccably, and I've just finished a training session. You can imagine how this looks.

"Hey, wh-what are you doing here?" I feel out of breath, something that's regular whenever I see her. She smiles down at her feet, pulling a piece of material out from her bag behind her. My eyes land on my jacket.

"You forgot this the other day," she whispers in her soft voice, handing over the piece. I accept it. "I shouldn't be carrying it around, people were starting to ask questions."

My head snaps up at her comment, a warm feeling filling my cheeks. I hold it back to her. "You can hang on to it for a little if you want?"

I know I must've sounded cheesy, but she giggles her light giggle anyway. "No that's ok."

"So, is this the only reason you stopped by?" I can see her inhaling a nervous breath, and my heart feels like it has slowed down dramatically. We both know what the other is thinking, but we're too afraid to say anything.

"Well, this is my sister school now, we may be seeing a lot of each other," she begins, a smile tugging on my lips. Her gaze falls down to her hands. "But…I was wondering if that offer was still open?"

If it were possible, I could feel the tips of my ears turn pink. I open my mouth, but the only thing that comes out is the biggest, goofiest smile.

"Ah, sure, the offer is still open."

"Great," I can literally see her confidence grow in front of me. "Then I will…I'll see you there."

I would've moved once she left, but I felt like I was frozen on the spot. She said yes? Did that actually just happen? My hands move up to my head; that smile feeling like it is not going anywhere soon. I scream a little in happiness before walking towards the locker room.

Despite all this excitement, I still have this weird feeling that someone is watching me.

From the sidelines, Tyrone rubs his hand on his chin, watching as the smartly dressed girl leaves the stadium with a huge smile.

"You're different Zap," he murmurs under his breath. "And I'm going to find out why."

Little creepy at the end, no idea where I'm going to go with that. R&R!