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Kristen's House

Kristen's Bedroom

Monday- 8:00 A.M.

My alarm woke me up promptly at 8. I was so excited that I had a hard time falling asleep last night. I kicked off my covers and immediately put on the outfit I had picked out yesterday at the mall. I went downstairs and quickly ate my blueberry waffles and rank my glass of milk. I went back upstairs to brush my teeth and wash my face. I made sure my hair was the same as it had been yesterday. I ran downstairs so fast that I nearly tripped in my new Puma shoes. My mom was thankfully already waiting in the car.

"All set?"

I nodded, "Yeah, I don't need bring anything."

Fifteen minutes later, I arrived at the tennis center where I was supposed to meet up with Kyle Parker. I quickly thanked my mom and speed walked into the building. It was already crowded with teenagers, all eager to meet their person. I took a seat next to a tall blonde girl. I looked at my watch, it was 8:55. Only five more minutes, I couldn't wait. I observed the room and saw many nicely dressed people who seemed like they worked here.

And there he was: all 5 feet 7 inches of him. He looked even hawter and built in real life. All the girls sighed dreamily simultaneously and I felt so much happier that I was the person who got to be his assistant. Right behind him was a short woman who's hair was pulled back in a tight bun, carrying a clipboard. She looked down at her clipboard. "Is Kristen Gregory here?" Her steely gaze looked over the room full or people.

I stood up, "I'm here," All the girls looked at me enviously as I walked over to Kyle Parker and the woman.

"Good, you're here on time." The lady said.

I nodded, but I wasn't paying any attention to her. I was busy staring at Kyle. Ehmagawd, he was so cute. I'm so glad I didn't get anyone else.

Kyle stuck out his hand. "Hey, I'm Kyle Parker."

"I know," I breathlessly said, shaking his hand. "Nice to meet you."

"So I guess you're my assistant for the summer." He flashed me brilliant smile and I nearly fainted from that.

"Yeah," was all I could say.

"Follow me," the lady with the tight bun said, "I'm Michelle Wagner and I'm Kyle's manager." She led me outside to a waiting black limo. She opened the door for Kyle to get in first, but Kyle gestured for me to get in before him. He was such a gentleman! I climbed in and he followed.

"So, Kristen, tell me about yourself." Kyle said,

"Ok, I'm fifteen going on sixteen. I'm an only child. I love tennis and soccer. I have four best friends; we've been together since elementary school. My mom forced me to go to summer school this year, but I stopped because I got this job." I informed, pausing to see how Kyle was taking in all the information I had just given. "Other than that, my life is pretty boring."

Kyle nodded, 'Sounds pretty interesting."

"What about you?" I asked, "Your life must be pretty crazy, huh?'"

Kyle shrugged, "Yeah, somewhat. Sometimes it's normal and sometimes it's the completely opposite."

"I know what you mean." I sympathized.

"Oh, no, don't tell me you're a tennis pro too." Kyle feigned shock.

"No," I laughed, "I wish."

"Really? Then maybe I could teach you sometime when I'm free." Kyle smiled at me.

My heart sped up. "Really?"

"Yeah," Kyle nodded, "that is, if I remember."

"We're here," Michelle announced. She got out and then Kyle got out of the limo. I followed them.

Instantly, there were tons of bright flashes that momentarily blinded me. What the hell was going on? I tried to shield myself from all the flashes that seemed never ending.

"This is on of the crazy times in my life." Kyle whispered. However, he seemed completely unfazed. It was probably because he was already used to this. "This is only going to last a few minutes."

I hope so.

"Kyle, over here!" a man yelled.

"Now over here!" another man shouted.

"Who's the pretty lady next to you?" someone asked,

"Yeah, is she your girlfriend?"

I blushed. I thought they hadn't noticed me.

"No, she's just my assistant." Kyle explained,

"Aw, that's too bad." A guy said, "You guys would look so good together!"

I blushed furiously and looked at Kyle to see how he would react. He seemed unbothered by the comment. In fact, he smiled, "Well, you never know. We might just get together sometime!" He winked at me.

Eh. Ma. Gawd. Did he seriously just say that? And to me, of all the people in the world! Ehmagawd, I seriously needed to calm down.

"I have to go now." He told the paparazzi who let out a disappointed sigh. He took my hand and let me inside the super posh building away from the paparazzi who were trying to take more pictures. "Sorry about that."

"Oh, it's fine." I casually waved my hand. "So what's the first thing I have to do?" I quickly changed the subject.

"First, you have to change out of those clothes and into the purple polo and white khaki." Michelle ordered.

I frowned, I didn't want to do that. That's why I had bought these clothes.

"Actually, you don't have to change if you don't want to." Kyle told me. He turned towards me. "I like the way she dresses. Puma and Nike: my favorite."

"Fine," Michelle huffed, "you got lucky this time. But you have to wear the uniform when there are official matches."

I nodded, "Of course,"

"Good, now Kyle has to go practice and you have to start learning and training." Michelle said,

"Yeah, so I'll see you later, Kristen." Kyle said, waving goodbye to me as he walked away and disappeared.

"Bye!" I called after him.

"Follow me," Michelle instructed, she led me to the locker room. "this is the place where you leave all your personal belongings. Your clothes will be in your locker. You locker is 141." She gave me the combination to it. I tested it and sure enough, it opened and there was a fresh outfit all folded up for me, ready to go.

"When you're done, got out that blue door and you'll be in the first tennis court." Michelle told me. "But your court is Court 4." We walked outside and went to the fourth court. "I'm leaving you here. Your trainer will be here shortly to tell and teach you everything you need to know." With that said, Michelle turned around and started walking away.

I sat down on the bench and waited for my trainer to arrive.

O-o-O-o-O-o-O-o-O-o-O-o-O

Remember when I said it wouldn't hurt to try? Well, I was completely wrong. It hurt: physically. It hurt a lot. Right when my trainer came, she ordered me to run 5 laps across the court. She didn't even introduce herself to me and she looked to be in her early 20's. I'm a pretty athletic person since I used to soccer, but I wasn't used to this! This was way harder than what I used to do. That wasn't that worst part though, after five laps, she made me do those running exercise that are done in basketball. You know, the one where you touch the line at a certain point and then you run back. The next time, you had to run even farther and son. By then, my legs were aching and I was sweating a lot. My throat was burning and I longed for a break and lots of water.

"Can I get a break now?" I croaked, stopping to catch my breath.

"No!" My trainer snapped, "Only after you've done it two more times!"

Ehmgawd, she was going to kill me. I lamely ran two more times and collapsed on the bench. I ripped off the cap of my water bottle and guzzled down half of my water. I decided to save the other half for late. God knows what she's going to make me do later. Then I spotted a whole case of water bottles next to the bench. On second thought, I quickly finished the other half, throwing the empty bottle into the recycling bin.

"I'll be right back." My trainer said, taking out her cell phone and walking away.

Once she left, I immediately took out my cell phone.

KristenG: omg, I'm dying here!

MassieB; how?

KristenG: b/c my trainer made me run a billion laps in a row. :(

AliciaR: aw, that sux. i'm glad I didn't have to do that

DylanM: mhmm

ClaireL: well, at least you're training to get to the top, right?

KristenG: yea…

"Hey, Kristen!"

I looked up and saw Kyle Parker waving at me. "Oh, hey, Kyle!" What was he doing here? I thought he had practice. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, I decided to drop by to see how you're doing. I'm on break right now." He explained.

"Ugh, it's completely painful and grueling!" I graoned, "She made me run tons of laps without stopping at all."

"Ah, did you get Sharon as your trainer?" He asked smiling.

"I don't know," I shrugged, "she didn't even introduce herself."

"Yup," Kyle nodded, "that would be Sharon. She's known to be hard and mean."

"Great," I moaned, "I don't think I'll be able to survive through this."

"You will, don't worry." Kyle reassured me. "Anyway, what are you doing on your break?"

"Oh, just texting my friends about how I'm dying here." I replied, holding up my cell phone.

He held out his hand. "Do you mind?"

"Oh, no, of course not." I said, handing Kyle my cell phone. "Go ahead."

He took my cell phone and started texting. I was curious and peeked over his shoulder to see what he was texting about.

KristenG: hey, girls, I'm Kyle Parker

MassieB: …wat?

ClaireB: k, stop joking

KristenG: no, I'm serious. It's Kyle Parker and I'm using Kristen's cell phone right now

DylanM: omg, no way!

AliciaR: holy crap

MassieB: can we call u?

KristenG: sure

Two seconds later, my phone rang and Kyle picked it up. "Hey,"

I heard ear splitting shrieks on the other line and I knew that my friends were in a conference. "You're in a conference call with my four friends." I explained,

He nodded, "What's up, girls?" Before he could say anything else, the phone was ripped out of his hands.

I turned around to see who had done that and low and behold, it was Sharon.

"No cell phones during training!" Sharon snapped.

"But I was on break!" I protested,

"No cell phones during breaks either!"

"But then why did you use a cell phone?"

"That's because I'm the teacher and you're the student!"

I rolled my eyes. That was the typical response I was expecting from Sharon.

"Hello? Are you still there?" I heard Claire's voice still on the phone.

"No!" Sharon yelled into the phone and snapped it shut. She handed the cell phone back to me. "I don't ever want to see it out again." She sternly said to me. She turned her attention to Kyle. "And you, young man, what are you doing here flirting with this girl?"

Kyle blushed, "I wasn't flirting with Kristen. I was just seeing how things were coming along."

"Whatever," Sharon snapped, "you need to get out of here." She started pushing Kyle out of the tennis court. Kyle turned around and gave me a sheepish wave before disappearing.

I sighed and sat down on the bench. My cell phone rang. I decided to quickly pick it up before Sharon came back. "Hello?"

"Why did you hang up?" Massie demanded,

"Sorry, it wasn't me or Kyle." I said, "It was my stupid trainer. She' s super strict and mean." I saw Sharon coming back. "I got to go, she's coming."

"Ok, have Kyle call us back sometime."

I rolled my eyes, "Ok, if I can." I hung up just in time.

"Did I see you just using your cell phone?" Sharon demanded,

"I was just putting my cell phone on vibrate." I lied,

"Ok, well, back to today's training." Sharon said. She snapped her fingers and then a ball suddenly came flying at me! I was too slow so the ball him me right on the knee. I cried out in pain as another ball hit me in the thigh. I thankfully dodged the next one and got out of the way. I stared at Sharon indignantly. "What are you doing?"

"Merely training you." She simply answered, looking as calm as ever.

"This is your idea of training?" I exclaimed, "Having balls shot at me nonstop?"

She shrugged, "Yeah, this is supposed to improve your reflexes."

"More like improve the likeliness of dying." I grumbled,

"Get back in there!" Sharon commanded. "You'd one when you've dodge ten balls in a row.

Oh, that should be pretty easy. I thought as I walked back. There was a ball headed towards me head and I simply ducked. 1. I easily avoided the next one. 2. I was doing pretty well when Sharon went over to the ball machine and turned the knob. Immediately two balls came hurtling towards me with a much greater speed. I was up to 6 until a ball hit me on the leg while I was dodging a ball that was headed towards my chest. I let out a scream and started all over again. I felt like going over there and shoving the ball up Sharon's ass. Finally, after six minutes of intense dodging, I was done. Sharon came over to me and without any warning, threw a tennis ball straight at me. Me, of course, having bad reflexes tried to catch the ball, but it hit me instead. I glared at Sharon. "What the hell?" I checked my body for bruises and broken bones.

Sharon tsked tsked. "Was that all for nothing? You have to be on your toes 24/7."

"Well, maybe I would be more alert if I had any energy left." I muttered,

"Now you're done with this portion of the training. Moving on." Sharon said,

I groaned, please don't let this be another painful exercise.

"This will not require any physical strength. You just need to pay attention and listen carefully." Sharon said, as if she had read my mind. She then proceeded to tell me how to carry things, such as tennis balls, towels, rackets, and mayn more.

An hour later, Sharon was done with her speech. "It's lunch,"

I looked at my watch. Oh wow, time flew by so quickly-it was already 12:30. I left all my stuff here except for my cell phone. I went to the lunch room and got in life for the buffet. The food they served here was pretty good. I made my way through the room, trying to spot Kyle, but he was nowhere to be seen. Then it him me-Kyle wouldn't be here. He wouldn't be sitting with the nobodys. He would be sitting with his other tennis pro friends. I sighed and sat down at any empty table. A girl with brown hair and a guy with blond hair came and sat down next to me.

"Mind if we sit here?" the girl asked,

I shook my head, "No, go ahead."

"Thanks," the guy said.

"So what's your name?" the girl asked me.

"Kristen Gregory," I answered.

"Cool," the girl said, "I'm Natalie Brown and this is Jason Stewart, my friend."

"Oh, so you guys have already made friends here." I said, "Nice."

"Oh, no, we've been friends for years." Jason corrected, "We got this job together because we were pretty bored."

"Well, at least you guys weren't forced to get a job." I said, 'But I'm glad I got this job."

"Who did you get?" Natalie asked, referring to which tennis player I got.

"Kyle Parker," I replied, "What about you guys?"

"Oh my god, you got Kyle Parker?!" Natalie squealed. "I wanted him! You're so lucky! We got Sam Barrack, the old dude." She wrinkled her nose.

I laughed, "Oh, that sucks. But at least you guys odn't have Sharon as your trainer. She's horrible!"

"Oh, yeah, we heard about her. Not good." Jason said,

"Yeah, and I have to be stuck with her for the whole summer." I groaned,

"Well, look at it from the bright side; it's only going to be for the summer. Be glad it's not for the whole year or something." Jason said,

I sighed, "True, but still…"

"Do you want to go get ice cream after this?" Natalie asked. "You know, to get your mind off of this."

I smiled. Natalie was super nice and friendly. We probably could be good friends. "I would love to, but my mom is expecting me right after this ends. Sorry, maybe next time."

Natalie smiled, "No problem, ok."

"When does lunch end?" I asked,

"1:30," Jason answered, "lunch is an hour long."

"Ok, thanks." It was 1: 25. "I better get back before Sharon yells at me." I got up and threw away my trash. "I'll see you guys tomorrow." Jason and Natalie waved and said their goodbyes as I left the lunch room. I made it back to the court just in time. Sharon was already there.

"You're late!" she snapped, "Next time this happens, you don't get a lunch break!"

"But I got here and 1:30 exactly!" I protested, showing her my watch as proof.

"No, it's 1:32." she showed me her watch. "Fix your lame watch."

"I don't think a trainer is supposed to treat a person like this."I boldly said.

"And I'm the trainer and you're the student. And as your trainer, I get to treat you any way I want to." Sharon retorted,

"I don't understand how you got hired, seeing as you're such a mean person." I shot daggers at Sharon.

That comment made Sharon even angrier. "It doesn't matter what my personality is. What matters is how well I can train my students!"

"Well how can you train your students well if you have such a mean attitude?"

"Ladies, is there a problem here?" a guy came up to up and asked. He looked like he was a manager of something.

Oh, yes there is! This lady is torturing me!

"No, of course not, Mark." Sharon sweetly said, "Kristen and I were just talking about a very interesting topic."

I rolled my eyes. Liar. Mark nodded and then left.

"You," Sharon pointed at me, "go practice now." Sharon went over to the basket of balls and threw a ball at me. It bounced and stopped right in front of me. I looked questioningly at Sharon. "You're supposed to go fetch the ball." She said it like I was a dog.

I obediently got the ball and threw it back to Sharon, secretly aiming for her head.

"This is what you're supposed to do when you're being the ball girl." Sharon told me. "Except you don't throw the ball back, you just keep it."

I stuck my tongue out at her once her back was turned around. This went on for about half an hour. Picking up ball after ball. Not only that, the sun was way up high so it was getting hotter by the minute. This might as well have been boot camp. Tennis boot camp. At 2:00, a loud announcement came on.

"Will everyone please go to their assigned courts now?" the man said, "The matches will being shortly."

Matches? What was the guy talking about? "What matches?"

"Oh, I forgot to tell you. There's going to be matches at the end of the day." Sharon smirked, "But don't worry, they're not real matches. They won't count, so if you mess up, no one will really care. They'll just laugh at you."

"Just laugh at you, huh?" I muttered. If I sucked and messed up, it wouldn't be my fault. It would be Sharon's for being such a lousy and mean trainer. "How old are you anyway?" I randomly asked, waiting for people to arrive.

"That's none of your business!" she snapped, "But if you must now, I just turned 19."

19? "Wow, you must have dropped out of college or something." I smirked, Before Sharon could say anything, I saw Kyle walking in, swinging his tennis bag. I immediately forgot about Sharon's age.

"For your information, I did nawt drop out of college." She hissed, "Now go do your job." She gave me a shove.

"Ok, whatever you say." I glared at Sharon but was happy to comply. I walked over to Kyle who was now unpacking. "Hey, do you need anything?"

Kyle's face lit up when he saw me. "Did Sharon tell you to do this?"

I grimaced, "Yeah,"

He laughed, "I thought so. And no, I'm good. I'll let you know if I do though."

I nodded, "Ok, well, good luck."

"Thanks," Kyle said, walking away to go practice his serve.

I spotted another teenager walk in with just his tennis racket and water. He was about Kyle's height or a little shorter and he had short black hair. He must be Kyle's opponent. He slowly came up to me.

"Hey, pretty girl, tell your boyfriend, Kyle, that's he going to lose!" He said,

I don't know why, but for some reason, what he just said made me angry. "Ok, first of all, don't call me 'pretty girl'. If you want to talk to me, call me Kristen. Secondly, I'm not Kyle's girlfriend, I'm his assistant. And finally, I have a little piece of advice for you: Go shove your giant ego up your ass."

The guy took a step back in shock. I could tell he wasn't expecting my sudden hostility and I couldn't blame him. It was just that I was already pissed off and if anyone got on my nerve just the slightest bit, I would get very angry.

"Hey, Kyle, your girlfriend is crazy!" He called to Kyle, before walking away.

At that moment, I wished I had a tennis racket because I felt like hitting the guy's head with it. "I'm not his girlfriend!" I growled. It was getting really annoying being called Kyle's girlfriend.

"What's that, Jack?" Kyle stopped serving and came over. "What did Jack say?"

"Oh, you mean what did Jackass say?" I said, "Oh, nothing important. Jack the Jackass just said that you're going to lose today and I told him to shove his ego up his ass."

Kyle laughed, "Wow, I didn't know you could be naughty like that. I thought you were a goody two shoes."

I smirked, "Well you were wrong. There's a lot that you don't know bout me." Like how I think I'm falling for you. And it's only the first day.

"Hmm, well I'll slowly figure out the other side of you." Kyle said, "I have to go now, cheer for me!"

I wished him good lucky again and went to stand behind him as the ball girl. I spotted a girl on the other side of the court. She didn't look to nervous. In fact, she looked pretty relaxed. I groaned and prayed I wouldn't mess up.

Kyle started the game with a powerful serve but sadly, Jackass returned the ball. I continued to observe the game while being absorbed in my own thoughts. So this is how being in a professional game felt like. Minus the hundreds of people, of course. A round of applause and cheers jolted me out of my thoughts. I looked over and saw that Kyle had gotten the first point.

"Go, Kyle!" Sharon cheered from the sidelines.

Oh, sure, she's nice to Kyle, but not to me." I rolled my eyes and paid attention to Kyle's serve. I carefully imitated Kyle's every move.

"Ahem, young lady, what are you trying to do?" The judge asked through the speaker system.

I immediately dropped my hands. Was he talking to me? I snuck a peek at the ball girl on the other side. She was staring straight back at me quizzically. Yup, he was talking to me. "Um, nothing, I'm just stretching." I lamely said. I saw Sharon hide her smiled behind her hand.

"Would you please not do that?" The guy said, "It's distracting,"

I nodded quickly and avoided eye contact with everyone. I wished a hole would open up and swallow me. I could not believe I just did that. I was just trying to improve my serve. Oh. My. God. Did I just say all that out loud? I dared to look up and saw everyone still staring at me. Oh. My. God. I did! Oh god, nothing worse could happen now. I coughed and then pretended nothing happened. Kyle was finally able to serve.

The game went on and on until the final score was 5-3. Kyle had won. I waited for everyone to finish congratulating and then I went up to him. "Hey, congratulations."

"Thanks!" Kyle smiled, "That was quite some show you put on."

I lightly smacked his arm. "Shut up! I didn't mean to!"

"Uh-oh, there's the naughty Kristen!" He joked,

"Ugh, I feel so humiliated and stupid!"

"Aw, don't be. You did pretty well for your first day." Kyle said, "You were way better than some of the other people."

I smiled, "Thanks, you were way better than Jack the Jackass."

Kyle laughed, "Thanks for telling me." He was now packing up his things.

"You need help with anything?"

"No, I got it. Thanks anyway." He said, "You know what's so wonderful about you?"

That I'm smart, funny, cute, athletic? "No, what?"

"You're always so helpful and nice." Kyle said, "That's what I love about you."

That's what you love about me. I smiled, half glad and half disappointed. We walked back to the benter.

"I'll see you tomorrow." Kyle said, "Bye!"

"Bye!" I waved to Kyle and walked to the parking lot and waited for my mom to come pick me up. The whole ride home, I had only one thing on my mind: Kyle Parker.

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