Not Very Lady Like
1105 Words
" Lane, put in some muscle. You look like a dying llama. " The Coach whistled from the other side of the field, while I was doing my best to stay alive.
I wanted to spin around swiftly, and shove a middle finger with stylish ease, but decided against it when I figured that if I didn't fall and die from the abrupt turn, I would when I got back to the start line of the track. Where he stood, looking unimpressed with the participants in his team.
I pushed myself to the finish line after Britney, who was the second to last person. The coach squeezed her shoulder and praised her for her remarkable perseverance even though she was unwell, while I clutched my knee, sucking a greedy chunk of oxygen.
I could feel the coach's eye on me as I slowly stood upright so I wouldn't end up in the nurse's office with a false asthma diagnosis.
"Should we go home and come back later, I don't think Mandy will be here anytime soon." Britney joked. The whole team erupted in loud laughter as they gawked at a chubby girl running tiredly from the far side of the track. I stretched my tired body, trying to concentrate on my own fatigue rather than teasing someone else.
Even though I felt the need to let my shoulder sail high, for not being the last.
" She's probably related to Sydney Lane. Lethargic sloths. " Gina Wilkins, the best friend to the track team's captain and one of the best runners, taunted. Sending the other teammate to another fit of laughter. I scoffed at the dry joke, wanting to simply leave it at that. Just a silly joke.
" You mean like your brother? Didn't he see that car coming? I guess he didn't inherit the family agility and now has to be on prosthetics for the rest of his life. " I fired back, completely disregarding the fact that the coach was present.
"What the f**k?" Gina quipped, her face paled as she scowled at me, the others remained mute, just glaring at me.
Oops.
"Miss Lane." The Coach snapped exasperatedly. " You think that's funny? That kid would never be able to walk properly in his life, and you take it as a whimsical farse? ”
"She started it, Coach." I defended.
" I don't care who started it. Five laps. Since someone's affliction is a thrilling excitement in your tongue.
"What?" I scoffed, looking from him to Gina, whose face was regaining color again.
“I…” A voice interrupted me.
"What did I miss?" Mandy crouched next to me, catching her breath. The girls were giggling quietly and, of course, that did not bother the coach.
I sighed lazily and started for the track," Nothing. Just make sure you hold your bottle close to you, or those snakes will spit in it. "
"Six." I heard the Coach's gruff voice behind me as I picked up the pace and started running.
I hated anything associated with running, basically anything that draws sweat down my face. I wasn't an athletic person and that was okay. So, if I'm here bursting my butt on an activity I don't even like, then I definitely have ulterior motives. Well, an ulterior motive might not fit, since I was only doing what was best for my college application like any other sane senior would.
I was barely halfway through and my legs felt like Jello. I wouldn't give those bitches the satisfaction they craved. If Gina had put me in trouble because I stated something obvious, then she was definitely on my banned list now. And people on my banned list, I don't let them off easily... I mostly just avoid them, but that would make an excellent threat line.
By the time I was going for the third lap. My entire body ached immensely, this was so unfair. My eyes darted to where the coach stood, and he wasn't even paying any attention to me. When I was hoping he would let me off the hook, he seemed to have forgotten about my existence.
Damn, I'm done for.
I fell on my bed with a loud thud, its softness pulling me in. I got home a few minutes past five and had to take the bus like I do most Thursdays, because my schedule and that of Zane's were typically different, and I hated driving. No special reason, I just preferred pulling up to school on a sweet bike, to a car. But my mom wasn’t happy with that confession.
I took the quickest shower in the history of showers, and now I'm in bed with nothing but an oversize hoodie that I literally just grabbed out of my unorganized closet. I felt drowsy, my eyes grew heavier by the second and I succumbed to the darkness.
I woke up to a loud noise. I sat up on the bed rubbing my eyes that fell on a familiar head.
"Don't you have a home anymore?" I queried groggily. My question was met with silence. I threw a pillow at him, the impact startled him more than I thought it would. He took off the headset and glared at me, a very familiar situation.
His expression softened. He probably realized he was in my domain and I could do a good job at hiding his dead body if he stepped out of line.
"You're awake." He scratched the back of his neck. I scrunched up my nose at the weird vibe I was getting from him. Was I naked or something? I looked down instinctively and my exposed legs and almost screamed.
"What the f**k, look away you pervert." I yelled, gathering the sheets over me. He turned around and got off the single gray couch he sat on.
"I'm sorry I didn't see anything, I swear." By the time I flung another pillow on impulse, the door was already shut, making it land behind the door, then falling to the floor.
I had barely recovered from the shock, my eyes glued to the door he had walked out of, this was creepily embarrassing. I really hope I haven't been sleeping like a bat. I don't remember covering up with the duvet.
My heart was still racing when I grabbed my phone and checked the time. It was 8:32pm. I shut my eyes tightly and fell on my back.
"It's not a big deal Sydney, sure he is a guy, but he's still Zane." I convinced myself.
Why was he even here this late anyway?
Fuck!
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