Tracy's POV
I'm so happy the doctor and my the physical therapist told me that I have the green light to get back on the field. I walk into the school and go to my locker. I see Zoey standing in front of it Zoey picks me up by my collar, turns me around, and slams me against my locker.
"I want to tell you that there is no way that you're going to come with the team when we go to the state finals next week," Zoey says.
"How do you know that?" I ask.
"Remember, if you tell any of the teachers that I dug that hole in right field, you will be sorry." Zoey threatens.
Zoey punches me in the stomach. I wince in pain. She lets me go, and I drop to the floor. I take a few deep breaths before I get to my feet slowly. I turn back around and open my locker. I grab my books and head to class. Science and music class go okay. Then it is time for gym class. After Mr. Jonas takes attendance, I go to the locker room to change. I change into my gym clothes and go to the mirror on the wall. I roll up my shirt and see a huge bruise on my stomach where Zoey punched me. Amber walks in and she also sees the bruise. I quickly roll down my shirt and winced in pain as my fingers touch the bruise.
"Tracy, what happened?" She asks.
"I don't want to talk about it," I answer.
"Zoey punched you, didn't she?" Amber asks.
"How did you know that?" I answer.
"Come on Tracy, the whole school knows that Zoey and Grant are an item." she answers.
Then I see the girl's track assistant coach Meredith Mendez walk in. She is in her mid-30s. She is very short and muscular with soft features, medium, curly, reddish-brown hair and green eyes.
"Amber, you need to go back to class. I would like to talk to your friend alone." Meredith says.
Amber nods and leaves the room. We walk into her office.
"I used to work part time as ER nurse at the hospital. Can I take a look at the bruise?" Meredith asks.
I roll up my shirt again and she touches the bruise. I wince in pain. She wraps up the bruise and rolls my shirt back down gently.
"Have you said anything to any of your teachers about this?" Meredith asks.
"I can't tell because if I do I'm dead after school," I answer.
"Look you can't keep this a secret forever you know," Meredith says.
"I know," I say.
I thank her for helping me then I head to class. After Gym, I go back to my locker to get my lunch. On the way to the cafeteria, Mike walks up to me. He hugs me from behind. I wince in pain as his hands touch the bruise on my stomach.
"Hey Mikey, what's up?" I ask.
"Nothing much" he answers.
"Tracy, are you ok?" he asks.
"Yes, I'm fine," I answer.
I know that Mike can tell that I am lying so he walks backward into another hallway. Mike lets me go and I turn around to face him.
"Zoey hurt you earlier today didn't she?" he asks.
I nod.
"Tracy, you can't keep this up. You need to tell Dr. Oliver about this." He says.
"Mike, I can't do that. If I do Zoey is going to beat the stuffing out of me." I say.
Dr. Oliver's POV
I'm walking to the teacher's lounge when I hear Tracy say, Mike, I can't do that. If I do Zoey is going to beat the stuffing out of me. I walk into the hallway and see Mike and Tracy talking.
"Tracy, I can't take this anymore. I hate seeing you like this. Please tell Dr. Oliver, please." Mike begs.
"She doesn't have to tell me, Mike, I already know that something is up," I say.
They turn around to face me.
"How did you know Dr. O?" Tracy asks.
"I knew something was wrong by the way you've been acting around her the past few weeks," I answer.
"If you knew something was up. Why didn't you say something to me about it?" Tracy asks.
"I figured that you would come to talk to me about this before things got too far out of hand," I say.
"Is it too late to ask for your help now?" Tracy asks.
"No, let's go talk to the principal Randal. Mike to head to lunch and I'll take care of Tracy." I say.
He nods and leaves to head back to the cafeteria. Tracy and I walk into the principal's office. I see that Zoey is there too with her father. When Zoey sees Tracy she comes charging in towards her. Then Zoey pins Tracy to the ground and is about to punch her. Mr. Bueno pulls Zoey off of Tracy. I help Tracy up
"OK girls, can one of you tell me what is going on?" Principal Randal asks.
"Zoey has been picking on me ever since I made the softball team," Tracy answers.
"You only made the team because you sucked up to the coach," Zoey says.
"I didn't, Zoey; I practiced hard to make the team. The reason I started in our first game was that I came to practice every day." Tracy argues.
"Whatever Tracy, you're still going to get in trouble," Zoey says.
"No she isn't, Miss Bueno, but you, on the other hand, are in trouble." principal Randal says.
"What did I do?" Zoey asks.
"You psychically harmed another student. You also destroyed school property with that stunt on the ball diamond behind the school. I have no choice but to suspend you for three weeks." Principal Randal says.
"Zoey, I am so disappointed in you. I thought your mother and I raised you better than that." Mr. Bueno says.
"Mr. Bueno, can you take your daughter home please, I would like to talk with Miss Burlew alone," Principal Randal says.
Mr. Bueno nods and leads Zoey out of the room. Tracy to sits down in the chair.
"Miss Burlew why didn't you come to me sooner?" Principal Randal asks.
"I thought I could handle this on my own," Tracy answers.
"How did that work out for you?" Principal Randal asks.
"Not so good," Tracy answers.
"How long exactly where you planning on keeping this a secret?" principal Randal asks.
"I don't know - just until the softball season is done," Tracy answers.
"I think it's time you head to class Miss Burlew." principal Randal says.
"Yeah, time for pre-calculus," Tracy says.
Tracy gets up from her chair and leaves the room.
Tracy's POV
I walk to my locker and see that Mike is there.
"So, how did it go?" Mike asks.
"OK, I guess" I answer.
I get my things for math class out of my locker. We head to class holding hands. The rest of the school day goes by quickly. We are standing by my locker again talking about our plans for the rest of the day.
"I'm guessing you're heading to softball practice." Mike says.
"Yes Mikey, I can't wait either." I say.
"Yeah, I can see that from the huge smile that just appeared on your face." Mike says.
I chuckle and kiss him on the cheek. Then I head outside to softball practice. After practice I, head to the cybercafé to refuel. I walk up to the bar.
"Hey Tracy, how was practice?" Conner asks.
"Good, I guess I just took batting practice." I answer.
"You can't blame the coach, I mean you've been out for nine weeks." Conner says.
"True. I think I should get started on my homework." I say.
I walk over to an open table and get my science book and a notebook out of my book bag. Twenty minutes later I finish my science homework. I look to my left and see my favorite smoothie sitting on the table. I smile and look up a bit more. I see Mike standing next to the table.
"Hey, angel I thought you might be thirsty." Mike says.
"Thanks Mikey, so how are you handling the whole super hero thing?" I ask.
"I'm doing okay. So, when are you planning on starting your pre-calc homework?" he answers.
"After I finish the smoothie you bought for me." I answer.
He chuckles and sits down in the chair next to me. A few minutes later I finish my smoothie and take out my pre calc book and another notebook from my book bag. A few minutes later I start to get frustrated.
"I'm never going to get this." I say.
"Hey, don't talk like that. Matrices are hard. You'll get the hang out it soon." Mike says.
"I wish we could just use the calculator to do them instead of by hand." I say.
"Yeah, I know angel that would be so much easier." Mike says.
I do a few more problems before I decide to take a break. I take a fifteen minute break before I finish my homework. I pack everything up and take me bag out to my car. I put my bag away in my car. I walk back inside the cafe. I go over to the couch under the front window and sit down. Mike walks over and sits down next to me. I move closer and set my head on his shoulder.
"Tracy, what do you think about heading to our special place to hang out?" Mike asks.
I tell him that I would like that. I move closer and sit on his lap. We sit like that for ten minutes. Then we leave to head to our special place.