Soulien

4 | First Step.

"Five, six, seven, eight." Coach Stella shouted as she sat on the bench and ate crackers! We're almost melting under the sun.

We bend slowly, then straighten up as we grab the red cheerleading sticks with white bars. Turn around and bend our back a little bit back.

I'm gonna lose consciousness, I swear. She strongly applauded our dissatisfaction. Bullshit, I swear, I'm going to reach my perfect weight and quit this team that's robbing me of my energy.

Coach Stella stood wiping her hands from the spice of the crisps that were stuck between her fingers, angrily denied her head and dictating her strict orders. "Bunny, coach these losers until I get some work done."

She turned around to enter the building and still nodded her head in desperation, leaving us in the stadium under the sunshine.

You stifled my wrath, messed with my grass-floor feet in anger. Why don't we practice in the indoor playground? Why just underneath the burning sun?

Bunny exhaled bored, suggesting us to begin.

Damn it alone, I'm not gonna finish this bullshit, butt cheerleading team.

"I'm not going to go on today. this psycho won't be coming back either," she told Bunny grudgingly as she looked at the door she went through.

We looked where the basketball coach fights with the players, the coaches do nothing but inevitably fight. "A failed group is good for nothing, how do you want to win when you're not doing your best? scum."

Well, he's right, they're scum and they're failures too. Bunny didn't start training. In other words, none of us started standing and listening to the instructor's lecture, which says to insult only boys.

Throwing the ball in the face of a boy makes him take a step back and the sound of girls laughing, he points to every player he is with and shouts his weaknesses.

I sat on one of the seats watching the coach insult them with pleasure, and in the end he acted like coach Stella giving them a break to get some work done.

A question that has haunted me since I joined this cheerleading team.

"You look very tired," said Lucas, dissatisfied with a fake, of course, picking up his bag from the chair that takes a few steps away from me.

I exhaled in anger, rolled my eyes in bored, tired? Funny. I'm just not in the mood to make a comforting statement.

I stared at him sharply and saw him approaching. What does he want? I looked back in front of me, watching the girls' movements while resting my face on the palm of my hand, showing my lack of interest in him.

"Pick up." He said, suddenly making me look at him with incomprehension, and I noticed this thing flying at me, I raised my hand quickly, picked it up so it wouldn't stick in my face.

I held my eyebrow looking at the juice tray in my hands, "You like strawberry juice, don't you?" he asked while wearing his shirt, then trying to arrange his scattered strands of hair.

Sadly I love this juice and it also very cold helps in this hot weather. I put the can of rogues over the seat, push it a little towards him, and tell him nicely. "Thanks."

Then I was carried on with an underlying meaning that he understood well. "You need it more." I smiled, and it was his turn to roll his eyes with boredom. The people approached, spread out in the runway, sitting on benches, some just lay tired.

"I'm going to lose consciousness one day, will this man enjoy torturing us?" cried out as Jasper threw his shirt down, and the other boys followed him, cursing the coach with the worst insults.

"Oh, why aren't you rehearsing with the rest of the hottest girls?" Jasper looked with disgust, Ignoring Jasper is the best option with his dirty tongue that feels like he's only made to play with words.

"Well, don't get mad. I'm already mad, and I can't stand to see you mad either." I want to throw up. I hate them all. I got straight. I shook my clothes with a slightly raised chin.

"It's okay, Jasper, you know it's five days, maybe three, and you're back to normal."

He emptied his mouth to smile sideways, and she picked up the canned juice thrown at Lucas, not caring if he could pick it up or if it would stick to his face.

I prefer the latter option, but he picked it up and he was already looking at me.

"Soulien, come join us." She said with a nice smile, banished my head, picked up my cheerleading stick, and stay away from the girls.

And listen to Bunny's cry. "Coach Stella will be back. Soul, come back!" Stella, a pain in the ass, she gave me a disgusting cry and refused her request.

My classes ended today, so training ended too, one of the reasons I joined the team was that I missed some classes.

My beautiful home, my cold room in this hot weather.

I haven't changed, I'm walking in my cheerleading team clothes, the good part of this whole house is not far from school, just one street and then another, and here's my neighborhood.

I walked up the four steps of my house in lazy steps. Normally when I got back, the house was still, but now what was this noisy?

I pushed the door and before I entered the hall, I noticed what made me idolize me by not believing, "Mama! Did you..." take my eyes off his special-looking shoes, I know. It's just in that category.

"Noah!" I shouted in shock as soon as he appeared in front of me, and he ran towards him in a long hug, his balance was upset but he held up so that we wouldn't fall, and I heard my father's laughter.

I want to cry really hard, but there's something stopping me, a feeling that makes the twig wrap around my neck, of being so happy.

"Welcome back at last, Noah." He's missed a whole year of this bastard, a whole year we haven't seen his face, I don't know how his girlfriend took it!

He pushed me indignantly, not like crying sadly. "I will choke, mercy has just come back!" he yelled murmuring and punching his arm, which had become even stronger, grabbed my fist in false pain and he laughed.

"You deserve it, Soulien, don't bother your brother." Come on!

Yes, the spoiled boy with his mother's affection, his father's affection or me's so it seems that I'm adopted, I forgot there's Marcus taking everything green and dry and everything could be more than his nucleus.

I frown sadly and Noah takes me in another hug.

"Well, I missed you, too." He said quietly to exchange a hug, "But don't you think you're early?" What happens if I leave school early.

"Lucky for you, I'm not here to notice." He arrogantly raised his chin, meaning Mama in his words, and my mother approached her hand with a glass of juice, and racism had begun, buddy.

I sobbed inside and out, grabbed my bag and pushed it with it when my mom came out, pushed her towards me again, the difference between us was that it didn't budge an inch, While I almost stuck to the wall with his momentum.

I silenced my cry straighten up as hard as I could push him back and start the silent war so that my mother wouldn't come and kill us.

My father enters the living room pointing behind him and rebuking us with his glances until we are silent, Hammah Noah takes me in a hug that represents being the big brother of the pasture, a jerk.

Well, he's already like that.

Some fast food was placed in front of him, not to sigh weary of this hotel treatment, and when I almost touched a dish just my hand, she slapped and told me it was for my dear brother.

And you wonder why siblings fight after the parents die?

Time quickly passed with Noah's adventures with his classmates at his university, and they always run away during the night from the dorm watchers, and my mother puts her hand on her heart out of fear. While my dad gets more excited and tells him that he's been doing the same, and my mom starts fighting with him because he's been seeing girls.

Now I know where I get the constant desire to run away from school, that seems to be hereditary.

I lied a little lie, I had a chemistry class, but I came home with no energy to stand Professor Stephen's arrogance.

I lied again, I ran because I want to sleep, and we're making dinner and I didn't blink, I'm grateful that Noah is back, but not like that, I really want to sleep.

My mother never stops sticking food in his mouth, he almost loses consciousness, I swear.

I gave Noah a fiery look when he took my seat next to my father, and my mother sighed bored.

"It's okay, come beside me." She said, obeyed and still hanging my eyes on his nucleus whose cunning smile never left his lips and he watched me with pleasure.

I'll pluck his hair at night.

And finally the little f*****g kid shows up, takes his seat next to Noah who scattered his hair, oh, I want to take a picture of them now.

I almost screamed when the house ringed, and who else would open it? f**k the f**k. I wearyly straightened up, and my steps resonate clearly.

Worth a damn. "What do you want?" I asked quietly so my family wouldn't listen, and Lucas smiled gently! I held my eyebrows suspiciously such subtle features are unworthy of him.

"I told you I'd like to have some coffee with you!" He raised his shoulders as he put his hands in the pockets of his pants confidently, wasn't he kidding?

"Soul, who's the knock?" cried Mama wondering, slightly shut the door in his face, "It's the cleaner who found something strange in the trash."

I opened the door again and found him frowning. "Janitor?" I ignored his words, told him indignantly. "Why did you come to my house? You could have sent a message and I'll reject it too."

"You're blocking my contact." He answered with a grandiose smile, turning to where my mother stood behind me, and Lucas sympathized from his head until he ducked his feet. Saul, why are you stopping your friend out there like that?

Sprout me right away, it's even the first time you see me! "Not my boyfriend, and he's leaving. Goodbye, Lucas."

My mom grabbed the door and kept me from locking it. The rude Lucas smiled nicely again. What's in him today? Speaking tactfully.

I wouldn't be surprised he's always used for his politeness even during our fights, a neat bastard. "Hello, Mrs. Parker. Nice to meet you."

I swear another word and Mama will adopt him and kick me out of the house. My mother smiled gratefully for his words and said with a wide smile and poke at me. "Why don't you invite your friend to dinner with us, Soulien?"

"No." I answered quietly, trying to make her understand that I don't accept it here and nowhere, and Lucas intervenes with his politeness.

"It's okay, again, I agreed with Soul that we're going to have some coffee out today."

"A date?" Joined Noah wrapped his arm around my mom's shoulder with a big smile to tease me more. "What? No." What the f**k is he thinking, what's this embarrassment, man?

"I thought so too. Can you believe it? She's grown up so fast!" says Mama with a smile and mother's glance when she realizes that her daughter is finally mature, and Lucas the son of a b***h smiles with pleasure.

"Don't wait! I haven't let her date yet." Mom, your daughter is sobbing internally over this conversation.

From inside, my father yells, "Hurry up, the food will get cold." Marcus joins him, "What did the loser do?" and listens to my father knocking on the dish until Marcus stops saying the word.

"Then why don't you eat together.." I interrupted my mother by pulling my keys off the table next to the door, and telling her in a hurry. "He won't, I'll go." I pushed Lucas to move and not stand there.

My mother stopped me. "You haven't eaten.. Soulein!" She stopped and turned to her, "I won't be late."

Lucas waved them with a wide smile. "Goodbye, Mrs. Parker." My mother put her hand on her heart and her eyes almost turned to hearts.

"Your family's nice." He said when we crossed the fence, I looked at him cold and angry and tried to own him, "You have nothing to do with them."

He raised his hands in surrender and a malicious smile swooped over his hole, sighing indignation how long will I endure his lie?

He's stupid, he can't hide his features, and now he thinks I'm gonna fall in quick by going out with him, minute I left the house for him.

I stopped well, I still see my house in front of me, I'm still in the security patch.

I raised my eyebrows to him wondering, raising his eyebrows in return. "What?" he laughed as he cried, exhaled in anger and chanted Lucas again. "Why did you stop? Don't you want coffee? We can have dinner."

He smiled without showing his teeth, I'm tired of this play, and I feel like I look stupid, I know he's trying to set me up so he and his friends can expose me, and yet I keep up with it!

Well, just a little bit, show that I accept his approach and when he does, I refuse and turn the table over his head, and to be receptive I slowly lower my defense.

How malicious I feel, awesome.

I sighed bored, waving my hand in indignation, seriously questioning, as if I had already denounced his sudden approach.

"Lucas, what do you really want?"

"You."

Three letters uttered without thinking for a moment, as if he were ready for this question, his wide smile still painted on his hole while I tried to understand the word.

No one will tell you every day that they really want you. But whoever told me that was calling me crazy, to think of it, we just don't get along, which makes us throwing annoying nicknames.

I never hated Lucas, I just hated him, just like all the other men in the world.

Ignoring my thoughts and feelings, dodge with my words, there's no fun like that! Really? You're not going to say those heinous nicknames when you call me again?"

One plan: Show that I am moved by his words, that he thinks he's the winner, that he tries again, and then I'll get him into the evil of his actions, this bastard.

Slowly tip, right I can't even represent that I'm affected, nodd after a while of staring and raising my eyebrows in condemnation. "Of course! You know, these titles are a joke, I didn't mean anything, I swear."

The honest man does not swear, the innocent man does not justify, he is a liar and accuses both.

I tried to make a smile as cute as possible, and I wonder not to believe. Really?

I nod again and a smile I took off when he felt I believed him already, how I wanted to yell at him to tell him he was an i***t.

"So we're okay now?" he asked, as he raised his eyebrows waiting for my answer, I shook my chin in the affirmative, while my eyebrows stuck from his question showing how stupid this question is and doesn't exist between us.

As if we were friends! "Of course!"

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