A Twisted & Planned Collision

Chapter Two.

Two weeks after.

“What is a perfect life?” Sadie thought as she lay on her bed.

A perfect life is what she had once before all went downhill. Coming home from school to home-cooked meals and a house filled with happy noise was everything for her.

Her mother and father danced in the evening every day after work. Evan and their dad would go fishing, play football, baseball, and sometimes basketball. He was the family man you could have depended on.

Thoughts of them playing who can find the most unique shape or object formed in the sky by the clouds. Kyra normally won though: saying she saw ponies and princesses on them going to their castle. She had a wild imagination even if it wasn’t close to what the clouds were forming.

Sadie’s POV

Wrapping my blonde hair in two messy buns, I applied a small amount of face powder and added some of my strawberry lip gloss.

I’ve always been the type to stay in solitude. I do not gather in crowds much, secrets, conflicts, and any stress eating at my flesh; I handled them all by myself.

So even if I’m on the brink of dying no one would know. My best friends, however, will torture me with the one weakness that used on several occasions to get me out of the room.

My first stop was to get some groceries. My pay week is normally my grandfather’s blank week. My grandmother, on the other hand, gets paid daily when her best friends sell the ground provision she farms on the field, so it all depends on the amount of crop being sold by the end of the day.

I backed out of the driveway in my grandmother’s car

I'm hoping Kyra has not gotten edgy, that damn child can become a real pain when she wants to go home. Running into the supermarket, I thank God I made my shopping list overnight. So, even when I’m in a rush, I do not miss important things.

“Where were you, Sadie?” She pouted with folded arms. She resisted even greeting me with a ‘Hi’, just stood their demanding answers from me. She reminds me of the younger version of myself. Therefore, why am I even complaining?

I hate myself for this. I’m about to bribe my sister with chocolate. “I went shopping, however for me being late I have something for you,” I smiled, waiting to see her heartwarming smile jingling my bag in front of her face.

“What is it?” she beamed, trying to take a peep in my purse.

After she kept swinging from leg to leg I gave her the chocolate. “Two in one day. Yes!” she squealed.

They say that in life you’re supposed to expect the unexpected but what’s about to come next wasn’t in my nowhere what I hoped to be the unexpected or expected.

On the way home, I got a phone call from the school. I thought they were calling to tell me that I was suspended for insulting my chemistry teacher who had a problem with my hair. I can understand it for food and nutrition class, but Chemistry? And we weren't even occupying the lab. If you are wondering, I had my hair caught in a ponytail. Each week she chose something different to annoy me with. The principal warned me to avoid her because she had it out for me. Despite that, she took it too far: she had the nerve to grab the scrunchie from my hair and told me to comb it and boy did she choose the day that my monthly witch came. So I gave it to her hardcore. I’m still puzzled how she had not exploded from fury when she was boiling red.

“Hello. Good Evening,” I answered.

“Sadie, this is Mrs. Kesler. I know you’re in need of the cash so I'm offering you the opportunity to tutor a student privately. He’s going to pay you real good. Are you interested dear?” She explained.

I was over the moon. This is the greatest news I have received in the past few months. The rich kids at school paid triple the cost of what we would charge just to have us to themselves and tutoring another student was not on the agenda. “May I ask who the student is?”

“Simon Atkins” She replied. “He specifically asked for you.”

You have got to be kidding me. What does this kid want from me? Terrorize and drive me crazy. First, he filled my head with his crap, avoided me for days, then kept leaving notes in my lockers, now this?

After a moment of prolonged silence, Sadie finally answered. “Okay. Please inform him that we will start tomorrow.” Sadie responded. “I leave work at 5:30 so from 6:00 onwards to 7:30.”

~***~

The following morning arrived in the blink of an eye. The morning was warm and creative. Anticipation and curiosity were eating her up from the inside. Grabbing her coat and backpack she hitched a ride with Hope this morning instead of Evan.

“Is there something wrong?” Hope asked as she hopped into the passenger seat.

“Nope.” She lied. From her facial expression that she’s not so good at hiding, Hope knew something was up but gladly she desisted from asking any further questions.

She values her friend's opinions and advice, but at times it can be too much. She loved her headspace, especially when she wasn't in such a good mood.

After countless hours of pretending to learn and thinking about food, it was her favorite time of the day, lunch. It was sandwiches and pasta on Wednesdays, and Sadie was dying for two of those tuna mayonnaise sandwiches.

Sadie hungrily and gladly devoured her sandwiches and pasta along with Kaylee’s pasta as well. Kayle hated pasta, but still, she took it because she knew Sadie loved it.

“We have gym class next, so unfortunately the rest of this pasta will escape my wrath.” Sadie pouted.

“Will we be seeing you in the afternoon?” Kaylee asked.

“Nope. I have a student to tutor immediately after work.” Sadie responded.

“Who’s the student?” Hope asked.

She exhaled a deep sigh knowing she had to lie to them. “I’m not sure. I’ll find out later.” Sadie lied.

“Where are we having gym class today?” Kaylee shrugged, sliding off her seat. She had a “please don’t tell me to look on her face.’

“Outside,” Hope answered.

“No!” she screamed dramatically in the cafeteria. She cared less if everyone was looking at her. She would do anything to get out of gym class.

The bell rang to signify the end of lunch and instead of heading to the locker room, Kaylee headed towards the bathroom to make herself throw up, and then she was gonna take herself to the nurse’s office.

“The boys are out here as well,” Kaylee stated as they entered the field.

“As usual,” Sadie said with a frown. She spotted Simon on the field and now she wished she had upset her stomach as Kaylee did.

All the females were gathered on the left side of the field while the males occupied the right.

“I withdrew from tracks last school year. Is it necessary for me to be here?” Sadie asked the gym coach.

“I know but you still need your gym grade.” The coach answered and dismissed them for warm-up.

Purposefully, during his practice, Simon threw the football at Sadie’s head, causing her to squeal loudly.

He ran quickly over there is nothing but a black t-shirt and shorts, gaining the attention of every girl. All their attention snapped in his direction.

“I’m so sorry. I did see you standing here, at the same time I didn’t think it would hit you that softly,” he smirked, apologizing to the football. “We’ll get a better hit next time.”

Anger was perspiring from Sadie’s body like an exhaust fume. She launched for his throat and on the field, both of them were tackling each other on the grass rolling. He held her arms to minimize the amount of impact he would receive from her punching him.

“I f*****g hate you!” she screamed, gripping his hair while looping her legs around his torso from the back.

“Hmm, I like this position,” he laughed.

Each word he utter only caused to boil with more anger.

“Get off me! You’re a psycho you little bi-,” but before the words could escape his lips she used her fists and muffled the words back down his throat.

“You wanna say that again?” she asked, pulling his nose.

Squeezing her wrists, his eyes became ice-cold with anger. “I am not to be messed with Sadie. I run this school, and you are a little nobody in my territory. So chill,” he hissed, releasing her hand.

“You do not own s**t except that small winky of yours.” She laughed, smacking him in the crotch with her knee cups.

“You!” He screamed, his eyes burning with fury and pain.

“What cat got your tongue? I do not give a damn about the power you hold over this school. I’m the exception from the rest. I keep to myself and you know this, so why do you keep messing with me?” Sadie spat.

Feeling humiliated, Simon was about to think of a clever lie to embarrass just the same but it failed.

“Atkins! Grayson!” Coach Crayton and Coach Senior yelled simultaneously.

“Both of you get to my office now!” he seethed.

“You two seriously want to continue this behind me? You just ruin practice for your teammates,” he hissed. His continuous torturing of tapping the clipboard in his hands got even more frequent and quicker.

“What is the reason behind this nonsense?” He asked, slouching forward in his chair towards us.

“Answers now!” he slammed his hands on the desk.

“Your quarterback here thinks it’s great for him to humiliate and disrespect a female whenever he feels like it,” Sadie explained.

“She acts like she's a little miss perfect.” Simon rolled his eyes.

“Enough of this uncalled for bickering,” the coach shut them up. “Who started this?”

“Cinnamon did,” Saide smirked.

“Sadie.” Coach Crayton warned. “I don't care what’s going on between you two but if this repeats itself one more time you will be speaking with the dean instead.”

“Understood,” Sadie replied sarcastically.

“You both are dismissed and get back on the field.”

“Do not be late. I hate waiting, especially for people like you.”

“We’ll see about that.” He gave her a wicked smirk before bumping his shoulders with her. He then made his way back to the playfield.

“Care to fill me in?” Hope asked as she took her position beside her on the field.

“As usual cinnamon decides to be an ass,” Sadie answered.

“That’s not nice, I love cinnamon. We will work on finding another name for him.” Hope stared sternly.