When I open the door, I notice that are already a few girls here. I saw a line in the front of the gym; I guess that's where we sign in. After signing in, I looked around at the other girls. Some are stretching and others are just sitting around talking. Since I don't really know anyone here, I decide to stretch. After a few minutes of stretching, Coach Roberts came in and picked up the clip board that we signed in on, and blew her whistle.
"Hey ladies, I'm Coach Roberts, and I assume that you are all here for the Girls' Basketball Try-outs. If not, then the door is that way." She said pointing to the doors I came through a few minutes ago.
No one moved so she continued. "Ok now that that's out of the way. There are a few things you should know before you try-out. If you make the team, your class schedule will be changed so that the team has one period of the day devoted to basketball practice. We have two games per week one on Wednesday and the other on Friday. Your parents will have to sign a consent form because we do go on many away games and depending on the distance, hotels may be needed. If you are not comfortable with anything I just said please leave."
Once again, no one moved. "Ok I noticed that some of you were already stretching when I came in, while others just sat around talking. It's good to see that some of you are already taking it seriously, while others not so much. If you are not going to take this seriously and just waste my time, you can leave now." No movement. "Ok I want everyone to go to the base line and do twenty suicides; by the time I blow my whistle you should be done." She blew her whistle. "To the base line!" And everyone practically ran, this lady is fucking scary.
The practice was pretty easy and basic. After a few drills, we played an eight-on-eight game. And let me just say, those girls are fucking violent, I was elbowed so many times, I lost count.
"Ok ladies, good to some of you, others should have left when I gave you the chance. I will post the roster tomorrow morning before school starts. If your name is on that list, it will be accompanied by your new schedule. And for the rest of you, I hope you come to our games and support us. Good night!" And with that she left.
I made my way to the water fountain and of course there was a line.
"How do you think you did?" I heard someone from behind me say. I turn around to see a girl with blonde hair and green eyes looking at me.
"I think I did ok, how about you?"
"The try-outs were kinda tough, but I think I have a good chance at making it." She shrugs.
"Well good luck." I reply with a smile.
"Same to you. By the way I'm Kendra Wilson." She put her hand out for me to shake.
I shake her hand and reply "Spencer Carlin."
"So Spencer, what year are you?"
"Senior, you?"
"Same, seems like we have another thing in common." She smirks.
"What's the first thing?" I question.
"Well for one we both like basketball, and two we are both hot." I raise my eyebrow at her. "Don't look at me like that you know it's true."
I laugh "I don't know what you are talking about." I turn around and see that I'm next in line.
"Sure you don't Spencer."
After getting water, I left the gym and went to the parking lot. It is so much easier to get out of this place when there is barely anyone left.
I finally make it home and as soon as I open the door, I am bombarded with questions.
"Do you think you made the team?" "How was it?" "Did you kick ass?"
"Whoa ok, first, I don't know if I made the team or not, Mom. I will find out tomorrow morning. Dad it was good, I thought it was pretty easy, so I think I have a good chance at making the team. And Glen, yes I did kick ass." I smile. "As much as I would love to sit down here and talk to you about what happen, I would really love to take a shower."
"Ok I will call you down for dinner honey."
"Thanks, dad." I reply while running up the stairs to my room.
I dropped my bag and started undressing. I took a nice long shower and as soon as I finished getting dressed, my dad called me down for dinner.
I took my seat and began eating. And this time I could tell that it was Chicken Alfredo. I love when my dad cooks.
"Oh yea, I'm going to Chelsea's tomorrow for the night, so I'm just going to go there from school."
"Ok, how is Chelsea anyway?" My mom asks.
"She's good; she's been painting a lot more. Somehow she suddenly got her inspiration back." I shrug.
"Well that's good. She is an amazing artist." My dad says.
"Yea I know."
"So did you see anyone that you know at the try-outs today?" Glen asks.
"No but I did meet someone there."
"Oh who?"
"Kendra Wilson."
"Oh she is hot! I have been trying to get with her for years now."
"Aww did Glen get turned down?" I said teasingly.
"Yea but that's only because she's a lesbian. Trust me, if she wasn't, I would have been bagged her." He said smirking.
My mom choked on her drink, "She's a what?"
"Umm a lesbian?" Glen says hesitantly.
"I think you need to make other friends, and stay away from this Kendra person. I don't think she is a good influence." What a fucking bitch!
"Are you serious, mom?" I scoff.
"Well yea, she's living her life in sin."
"I can't believe this. You can't tell me who to be friends with! I think I'm old enough to make my own decisions." I push my chair back and stand up. "I lost my appetite; I'm going to my room." I leave the table and go upstairs to my room.
Lifting my bed, I see my purple book that I use to write in. In this book I write whatever I'm feeling. I pick up my book and put it on my bed. I get my laptop that's on my desk, put it on my bed and turn it on. When it starts, I open my iTunes and start playing some music. Once the music starts, I open my notebook and get lost in it.
I don't stop until I hear a knock on my door. I roll my eyes, put the book down, and pause the music. "Come in!"
"Hey Spence, are you ok?" Glen says poking his head in my door.
"Yea, I'm fine, I just wish she wasn't such an uptight bitch."
He laughs. "Yea but unfortunately she is our mother."
"Unfortunately." I sigh.
"Look I'm going over to Aiden's house, if you want to go you are more than welcome."
"You never invite me over there, why now?"
"Well I know you probably don't want to be here right now." He shrugs.
"No, I'm good. I'm over it, but thanks anyway."
"No problem, I'll see you later." He closes the door.
I stood up, lift my bed, and put my book back. I'm really not in the mood and I could use some cheering up right now.
I sit back down on my bed and grab my laptop. Back to the chat rooms I go.
SLC823: hey loser
LAbabe4u: why am I a loser?
SLC823: Umm idk because you are a cheerleader
LAbabe4u: cheerleading is a real sport, thank you very much!
SLC823: haha thanks, I needed that laugh
LAbabe4u: you are such a bitch
SLC823: and yet you still talk to me
LAbabe4u: I'm still trying to figure out why
SLC823: it takes you 2 weeks to think about something, wow that must be a record
LAbabe4u: you never stop do you?
SLC823: nope
LAbabe4u: I notice. I think we need to break up.
SLC823: But Gayle, you know Stedman doesn't know how to do that tongue thing you do; you can't leave me with him
LAbabe4u: you should have thought about my amazing tongue before you started being mean to me.
SLC823: ok fine, I'm sorry. Forgive me?
LAbabe4u: hmm idk yet
SLC823: what do I have to do for you to take me back?
LAbabe4u: say Cheerleading is a sport
SLC823: you are asking for a lot
LAbabe4u: say hi to Stedman for me
SLC823: fine fine, Cheerleading is a sport, happy?
LAbabe4u: very
SLC823: good, anything to make you happy.
LAbabe4u: ok enough with the mushy shit, how were the try-outs?
SLC823: lol they were good, I think I have a good chance at making it
LAbabe4u: cool when do you find out
SLC823: tomorrow morning, which means I have to get to school earlier
LAbabe4u: that sucks, but I hope you make the team though
SLC823: thanks me too
LAbabe4u: any plans for the weekend?
SLC823: oh yea! I'm telling my best friend tomorrow. We are having a girl's night tomorrow night.
LAbabe4u: That's good, I'm happy for you.
SLC823: Thank you. I think it will go over well, I'm just nervous.
LAbabe4u: don't be, if she is a true friend, she will understand.
SLC823: I think she will. So what about you, any big plans for the weekend?
LAbabe4u: I think I'm going to a club with my boyfriend tomorrow night
SLC823: That sounds like fun
LAbabe4u: Oh yea it's been a while since I've been out. I really need to get laid.
SLC823: haha ok. Good luck with that
LAbabe4u: I don't need luck. As soon as I walk in the club, I have girls throwing themselves at me!
SLC823: Gosh I thought we got rid of that ego for the night
LAbabe4u: My ego is here to stay baby
SLC823: I see that. Well have fun getting laid tomorrow
LAbabe4u: thank you
SLC823: So when do you think you will stop fucking around and commit to someone?
LAbabe4u: wow very blunt, and I will when I find someone that makes me want to give that all up. I am enjoying my life too much right now to want to be tied down.
SLC823: I hope I never cross your path then
LAbabe4u: you never know, you could be that one girl that makes me give it all up
SLC823: I'm not sure if it's worth the chance.
LAbabe4u: we will never know until it happens, right?
SLC823: right. But it's already 1 so I should be getting to bed now
LAbabe4u: Ok, will I talk to you sometime soon?
SLC823: Yea sometime this weekend
LAbabe4u: cool bye Oprah
SLC823: Later
I logged out and closed my computer. I put my computer back on my desk, turn the light off, and went to bed. My thoughts were all over the place, so it made it hard for me to fall asleep.
I really hope I made the basketball team.
I wonder how Chelsea would take the news about me coming out. My mom would probably kick me out or send me to some anti-gay camp. I wonder how Glen would take it. He would probably say 'now we can hit on girls together.'
Ashley is hot, and she has an adorable smile. But she is with Aiden, so I should just stop now. She might be just like all of the other cheer bitches though. Ugh I really don't like them.
I didn't even know that Kendra was a lesbian. I mean she did flirt with me, but some girls are like that. She was hot though, so maybe something can come from that.
Then there's LAbabe4u. I like her. She seems to have a really great personality, but she's a player. I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy run through me when she told me that she was going to get laid this weekend. I have no right to feel that way, we are just friends. I might not ever meet her in person.
Ugh! Too many thoughts at once, I really need some sleep.
I guess I finally dosed off in the middle of my thoughts, because a few hours later, my stupid alarm clock started ringing.
I quickly showered and got dressed. I grabbed a pop tart and ran out the door before I ran into my mom.
The parking lot was pretty empty and quiet by the time I got to school. I found a good parking spot and parked. I grabbed my bag and headed towards the gym.
I have so many butterflies, it's crazy. I made it to the gym and saw a group of girls crowding the door. I made my way through the group and took a deep breath before looking at the roster. I open my eyes and scan the list for my name.
HELL YES! I am jumping for joy on the inside right now!
"Good job Spencer, it looks like we are going to be teammates for the year." I know that voice.
I turn to see Kendra standing by my side. I look back at the list and saw her name. "Looks that way." I smile. I am actually kinda happy about being on the same team with her, we can get to know each other.
"Congrats, maybe we can go celebrate tonight?"
"I wish I could, but I already have plans. Maybe some other time?"
"Yea, do you have a phone so I could give you my number?" I hand her my phone and she quickly puts her number in. She then hands me her phone, and I put my number in it. "Cool so I'll see you around." She smiles and leaves.
I turn back to the roster, and then I notice the desk on the side and pick up my new schedule and the parent consent form. I put the consent form in my bag and look at my new schedule. A few of my classes are changed, but I still have Lit with Chelsea which is all I was worried about.
Chelsea! She told me yesterday that she gets here early to paint in the art studio. I need to tell her that I made the team.
As I turned the corner to the art classes, I took out my phone to check the time. Its 7:10, she should be here by now. I opened the door to the studio that Chelsea is usually in.
"Chelsea are you- OH MY GOD!" Next thing I know I heard my phone crack on the ground. What the fuck is going on?
A/N: Yay another chapter! Thanks for the reviews and alerts again! The reviews make me laugh, I love reading them so thanks! Don't you just love cliffhangers? No, well I do! Well when I write them, lol. Anyway please review! I love them!