Lyd’s Life

Chapter Two

I knock on the Calloway’s door at 6:22, no answer. I knock again, no answer. I stand there until 6:24, debating if I use the key in my backpack to open the door and wake Asher up, or if I stand here knocking, hoping that Asher can hear me even though his room is the furthest to the right upstairs, and his door I'm sure is closed. I check my phone again 6:25 god I'm gonna be so late. I reach in the front pocket of my backpack and grab the key out, jabbing it into the lock. I slam the door behind me as I run up the stairs and into his room. Where he is, face down, sprawled out on his bed. His blankets wrapped between his legs, exposing his butt that was clad in his light grey boxers. I sigh before trodding over and poking his back. "Was hoping you'd forget you had that" He rasps out and I roll my eyes. "Asher, I have got to go or coach will literally kick my a*s." He peeks one eye open at me but quickly shuts it. "What time is it?" He asks while turning over onto his back, keeping his eyes closed, bringing his arms over his head. I glance down at my phone 6:27, damn it. "6:27, please Asher let's go" I look back at him and notice his h*rd on, a lot of guys get morning wood, it's a little weirder to see on Asher. I've never seen the guy with a b***r believe it or not, and I've grown up with him. "Listen, I got 3 minutes of blissful sleep. Go get in the car if you'd like. Or you can stay in the warm house. F*ck, I don't wanna go outside its dark, and cold as sh*t"

He groans while putting an arm over his eyes, I grab his wrist and pull it off his face. "Asher, you listen to me. If I get punished because you do not wanna get up I am truthfully, going to be royally pissed at you. Now get your ass up, put your clothes on and let's go now."

I let his arm fall back onto his face which he groaned at, and then slid off his bed purposely but it was hilarious watching him slither off his bed like a snake or something, or like a child. Whichever you prefer.

I ran downstairs and grabbed his keys off the table, the clock says 6:29 and d*mn I’m screwed. I frantically go outside and start his truck so that it'll heat up in time. Leggings and a sports bra may not have been the best choice in 30 degree weather, but the gym gets so hot after we warm up. The clock turns to 6:30 making me wanna cry, but when I lift my eyes Asher is locking the door and jogging down the stairs fully dressed in black joggers, and a blue hoodie. His dark hair extremely messy across his forehead and poking out from under his hood. How can guys just wake up and look good? It took me 15 minutes just to change, brush my teeth, and put my hair up to where it looked decent.

"Finally" I sigh once he shut the door and put his seatbelt on. He looks over at me in disbelief. "You said 6:30. It's 6:30" I roll my eyes. "Asher, you have known me for how many years, and yet you still forget I am a punctual person" He backs out of the driveway, before driving down the road and pulling out of the neighborhood. "Lyd, you seem to forget I am a man, who keeps his word. You said 6:30 and we left at 6:30. No earlier, and no later" I sigh. "I'm sorry your right, I just really don't feel like getting in trouble this morning." He shrugs. "Your good." The rest of the ride was silent, and when we got there he pulled up to the only door that's open this early without a key, the gym door, and let me out. "Thanks, see you later"

I grab my bags and jump out, jogging to the door. I still have to stash my gym bag in my locker before we start, and it's 6:40.

"Glad to see you could join us Josephine" Coach says sarcastically as I get into my position in our lines. "6:45 coach" I respond while glancing at my Apple Watch that reads the exact time I was supposed to be here. "Take a few laps around the court. No slacking, I know it's early girls but competition is in one month, we have no room for relaxing" We all start jogging around the court as a team, if Coach Gregg has instilled one thing in us it is teamwork, if one of us falls we pick them up, if one of us prevails, we are humble to eachother. I'm happy about that. It is strange not having Ken here, she's always right text to me. Instead Candice takes her place. A couple girls in front whisper in conversation while the rest of us keep silent, concentrating on what is at hand.

"So anyways I heard that Kiera Jackson fell flat on her face at that party last night." Candice says as while we all get dried off from our showers. "There was a party on a Thursday night?" I question, and she nods. "I guess so, I think it was Turners party" "That's crazy, well was she ok?"

"I think she had to get stitches in her forehead, she hit the corner of the cabinet. And yeah Turner got in a s**t ton of trouble from what I heard"

Carrie adds on. Dropping her towel to slide on her underwear. I avert my eyes before doing the same. Once I got my bra, and underwear on I reached for my shirt in my bag. "God I wish I looked like you" Candice says towards me and I look up. "Me?" I ask and she nods. "Duh, look at you Jo, what the hell." "She does have a hot body"

Shelby adds in from across the room. I look at myself in the mirror that was against the wall.

"She has the whole package. Big ass, nice jiggly thighs, and perky boobs." "Don't forget the flat stomach" Candice adds, and I roll my eyes.

"Guys you are all beautiful. Everyone has different bodies, I didn't always look like this I promise. Puberty helped a lot but I run everyday on top of our brutal workouts, and I try to eat clean. I mean if you want help, I can try to help you but your all gorgeous. And Candice, you don't have to have a flat stomach to be beautiful" I try to explain to them, and they chuckle. "Thanks Jo" They all say in unison, I just let a little laugh out. I don't know what I'd do without these girls.

To Be Continued