Thanks to request, I am writing a second chapter.
Chapter 2- It hurt
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone in this story, because if I did, you would be bowing down to me- MUAHAHA!
Ever since Paul overheard what Carmen had said on the phone, he had tried to avoid her. He went to his soccer game one morning. It was half-way through the first quarter and Al and Carmen arrived. Paul watched Carmen out of the corner of his eye, just to make sure she wasn't pointing her finger and laughing. The game ended soon, Paul's team beat the other's butt. He poured some water on himself and went over to Al.
Al: Can you play tennis with Carmen?
Paul nodded. He might as well. Maybe if he kicked her butt so much, she would leave them alone! Five minutes later, Carmen and Paul were on the tennis courts. Carmen was hitting ferociously. She was angry. Paul hit back with just as much anger. Finally, when Paul wasn't paying so much attention, the ball thumped him on the head and left a huge lump. Carmen came over
Carmen: Oh my gosh! Are you okay?
Paul: It's fine.
Carmen looked surprised that he even talked to her. He only said what he said that morning to her, and that was all. Carmen packed up her stuff.
Carmen: we're going home, I can't concentrate.
Paul, again, nodded.
It was the next day. Paul woke up before the sun. He drove down to the facility. This should show her. I'll just leave without her knowing, and she'll be fine. She's probably gonna be like "Where's Paul?" but I'm not gonna care.
He pulled up to the facility. Right when he walked in, he noticed his dad. But he wasn't there to see him. He was making out with the nurse.
Paul: DAD!
Paul's dad turned around in shock. Paul ran out the door and to the Starbucks down the street. He sat in the corner and cried as he drank his Mocha Frappucino. Poor Paul