Meet The Coach

Lesson 1: Wear Your Hair Down

Lesson 1: Wear Your Hair Down

I grumbled, hating the constant prodding I was getting on my shoulder. It was my imagination I was sure. Even the constant name calling. Or so I thought.

"Damn girl, do you want me to push you off the bed?" No thanks, I'll pass.

"Go away," I slurred, sheltering my face in my pillow hoping for the person to get the message and go away.

"That's no way to treat your guest or even your coach!"

I gave out a little cry, wondering why the hell I agreed to consider the infernal plan. It surely will be a waste of time. I felt her pressure on the bed disappear; I smiled. Thankful that she had left.

Yet a startled, high pitched scream escaped me. I felt as if a dinosaur had stepped on me, it caused the sleep to leave my eyes; I lurched upwards. "What was that for?!" I blurted out aggravated. My eyes squinted at the merciless light, however, I still managed to give Sandy a look of displeasure. I waited for her justification.

"You wouldn't wake up. I needed to get you ready," Sandy explained. The same smile from yesterday sat on her lips, I wondered if she even slept with it on.

"I haven't even agreed to your plan." She shrugged and continued to smile. She seemed sure. Too sure.

It scared me. "Oh, but you will."

"What possesses you to think that?" I challenged, crossing my arms over my chest. I tried to tell myself that she meant well, but it was the morning and I was tried. I couldn't be anything but grumpy.

"I just know." She didn't say anything after that. She gripped my hand and led me off the bed. She pushed me over to my ensuite.

After pushing me in, she closed the door. "You have 5 minutes to do about your business."

I sat down onto the toilet lid, I frowned and I sulked. I didn't want anything to do with Carter. Firstly, it irked me that he uses girls as quick as you use a tampon. You get in them, use them and chuck them away for the next. On the other hand, shouldn't the girls have some sort of sense, dignity and intelligence? He's a manwhore, and 90% of what he says are lies. Stupid jackass.

Eventually, I did about my business. I took an extra five minutes just to annoy Sandy before I left the bathroom. But I was pushed back in, with some clothes and a towel with orders to shower. Like a kid, I whined at her. She was, however, the strict mother that didn't tolerate reluctance. I even contemplated whether I should've protested but I didn't want my actual Mom to come in and investigate. I sucked it up and showered.

I was happy to see that Sandy had handed me my own clothes and it wasn't anything I wouldn't usually wear. They were my cute, denim shorts with my favourite yellow t-shirt that said, 'talk nerdy to me'. It had an image of thick glasses at the top. I left feeling happier, but my hair was dripping and a frown graced my lips.

"Yeah, my brother will definitely stare on you," Sandy complimented. Supposedly.

"You want him to perv on me?" I gave a sceptical glance, her Mother surely brought her up better than that.

"You just need his attention but remember it doesn't matter how charismatic he is, you're not allowed to fall for his charms."

"I wouldn't even dream of it."

"Good, now I need to get you ready!"

"No! I will not wear make-up, you will not make me!" I protested. My arms flung up before resting on my hips.

She rolled her eyes, acting like she foretold my reaction. "Don't worry, I'm just going to dry your hair and get you to moisturize your face and add a little bit of lip gloss. Promise."

I gave her a long, hard stare. I was always told to trust someone until they proved to be unworthy. Yes, Sandy told nothing but the truth but I couldn't believe her still.

"Fine."

"Yay! C'mon, we've got so much to do in such little time!"

*

The frown still sat on my lips, I hated the fact I was going through with this. I mean, there should be other girls adequate, right? Well, of course, there weren't, according to Sandy.

"If you frown you aren't going to attract attention. This is an auspicious moment, you are getting your first lesson." She paused for 'effect'. "Lesson one: wear your hair down! Just have fun, live for the moment, and don't hesitate to deflate his ego." She parked her car near the school, many pupils were frolicking around but others marched straight into the building. I was still gutted that she didn't let me drive my own car.

"Okay, whatever but if I don't get his attention I am ditching this plan, you got that?" Sandy shrugged, possibly still for Bree Opal changing Carter Cohen's womanising ways.

"Yeah sure, but trust me you will."

"You're not allowed to tell him or tell anyone to tell him to look at me."

"Okay fine. Anything else little Miss Grumpy?"

I gave a lopsided smile, I should at least be nice to Sandy, she's a lovely girl. I just hate the way her conniving mind works.

"No I'm okay," I assured with a sweet smile. It was almost sickening.

"Good, now let's go."

We opened the car door's in sync, I felt awfully like a model as my wavy hair glided side to side. I picked up my shades and covered my sky blue eyes, I grabbed my tote bag and met Sandy at the rear of the car.

"Look, you're already gaining attention! It's not long until my brother gets here as well."

"What makes you think your brother will say the same? Most guys love being those desired Bachelors... you know, maybe he wants to grow old and die alone." Sandy chuckled.

"Oh, he can change. My boyfriend, Hudson, was the exact same as Carter when it comes to being a complete and utter womanizer. Though, to change his ways I did it unintentionally. We were meant to be," Sandy explained as we started to walk our way into the towering school building.

"Are you trying to say your brother and I are meant to be?" I wanted to gag at the thought, he brother disgusted me.

"I'm sure. I saw him stealing looks from you yesterday and you two are able to sneak into each other's bedrooms."

"No, just no."

"Yes, just yes. Believe me, Bree, I thought the same, though my boyfriend isn't my neighbour. The sneaking in and out thing for us is a little risky." I grimaced, a mental image came to mind even though I had never seen Hudson.

"Please, spare me the details."

"Greetings ladies," a deep, masculine voice said from behind us. I cringed, hating the fact that Sandy was indeed correct. Maybe he just wants to talk to his dearest twin?

We were in the school by now, most people in their corridors had their eyes on us, or maybe the two models beside me.

"Hello Carter, this is Bree. The new girl and our neighbour," Sandy said brightly. She stopped walking to turn around and face her brother. I copied her.

I dared not to look at his smirk instead I looked into his eyes, giving a small, forced smile. "Hey," I greeted, knowing that if I just stood and stared I might be considered perving on him. God knows what goes through that egotistical mind.

"Ah Bree," he said and lifted my hand from my side, I - under a lot of restraint - didn't yank it away, and he pressed his soft lips to it. Seriously?

I tried not to gag thinking of all the other things that they must've touched. "Hello baby girl, don't you look sexy?"

And then, almost on cue, his eyes scanned my body. I squirmed, not liking it at all.

But I couldn't cower away. I placed my free hand on my hip and scanned his ensemble and frowned. "Couldn't say the same about you..." I pressed my lips into a thin line. "You can't afford me."I pulled my hand from his and wiped the area his lips touched on his t-shirt before turning around walking away.

It wasn't long until a certain someone was speed walking behind me. "And you say you aren't the girl for the job! That was amazing! He frowned, he was disappointed. He expected you to crumple under his charms and 'devilishly' good looks!" Sandy cheered. She linked my arm and started to skip.

"What charms?"

Sandy laughed and pressed her hands together. "Yeah, you're definitely made for his job."

Instead of scowling, I cracked a smile, if all I had to do was reject him, how bad could this possibly be?