Big Bad Hannah

Chapter Seven

By the time the bell for the end of the last class period rang, Hannah was exhausted, and not necessarily physically. She knew the entire school was talking about her, and she suspected most of the things they were saying weren't nice. They began whispering when they saw her coming, and when she got closer, they stopped talking.

As she passed a group of girls in the hallway on the way to her locker, she heard them gossiping about her.

"I heard she was in some sort of terrorist gang, and ran away because the police were on her tail." One girl said.

"She probably must have started using a gun since she was five." Said another.

Hannah was amused. She stopped in her tracks and faced the girls squarely.

"True," Hannah said with a wicked smile. "I have been using a gun for a long time. I've got one in my backpack right now. Wanna try it?" She asked in mock innocence.

"Piss of weirdo."

The girls scurried away, and Hannah immediately regretted the gun joke she'd just made. She wasn't upset because she'd just fueled new grounds for more untrue rumors - she honestly couldn't care less what others said - but because guns were a touchy subject for her. She had been exposed to the weapon way too young, the experience had left her traumatized. Till date, she was terrified to even hold a gun.

"Hannah!"

Hannah turned around to see Molly and Tasha approaching. She immediately put on a fake smile, to prevent them from asking her what was wrong.

"Tasha and I are heading to Press Club. Where are you heading?" Molly said.

"What?" Hannah was confused.

"Which club did you pick?" Hannah clarified herself.

"Uh... None?"

Molly slapped her forehead. "Hannah, I told you this. You have to pick a club; it's compulsory for senior year students."

"Who made that rule; he or she is dumb as hell."

"Please just do it."

"I don't even know the clubs you guys have got." Hannah pointed out.

Tasha snapped her fingers. "Hold up. I've got a list of them." She brought out a school leaflet, and handed it to Hannah.

Hannah browsed through the list of clubs, their activities, and their requirements. Nothing really appealed to her. Hannah definitely couldn't see herself acting in the drama club, or arguing in the debate club. She would have preferred staying away from all these clubs. The person who made it compulsory to join at least one club really was dumb.

But all I have to do is join. No one said I have to be committed. Hannah thought slyly.

"I choose soccer team." She announced.

"I don't really think that's a good idea. Soccer team is an all-boy team." Molly said. "If you're interested in sports, you could try the track team, or even cheerleading."

Hannah could have gagged the moment Molly mentioned cheerleading. Cheering others on, when she could be the one cheered, and all in skimpy outfits, wasn't her style. As for track team, she wasn't much of a runner.

"I'm sticking with soccer."

"There's no rule that says soccer is an only boys thing. I think you should go for it." Tasha encouraged Hannah.

"Soccer it is."

Hannah waved Molly and Tasha goodbye, and proceeded to the female locker room, where she changed into her sports outfit, before jogging to the soccer field. Practice had already started by the time she arrived. The coach barked at the team members as they did laps around the field, while a group of cheerleaders practiced their routine nearby.

Hannah walked to the coach, a heavily built man with a receding hairline. She cleared her throat, but he didn't seem to notice her.

"Excuse me." She said, but he still didn't pay her any attention.

"Hello!" She raised her voice this time, and the coach yelled at the soccer team to take ten.

"And what can I do for you young lady?" He asked her.

"I want to join your soccer team." Hannah replied.

The coach was speechless at first, but he soon regained his speech.

"Young lady, I hope you realize this isn't volleyball or any of those low stress sport you folks play. This is soccer. Do you think you can handle it?"

"Okay. First of all, it's Hannah. And I'll have you know that I am pretty good at goalkeeping."

"Really?"

"Really."

Hannah didn't miss the entire soccer team, and a few cheerleaders, listening in on her conversation with the coach. From the conner of her eye, she could see Donald intently watching her.

"Very well then. I don't want Rachel breathing down my neck about being sexist. Join the practice in five." The coach said.

"I don't think that's a very good idea."

The person who'd said that walked up to the coach. He was very tall, with broad shoulders, and had freckles all over his face.

"We already have a goalkeeper, me." He said.

"Well every team needs a backup." Hannah interjected.

"We've been playing fine without one. And even if we do need a backup keeper, certainly not tattoo artist over here."

Hannah raised an eyebrow. This one certainly was the jealous type.

"Enough!" The coach yelled. "Paco, last time I checked, I'm the coach, and I decide what goes on in this team. Get out of here."

"Everyone take your places." He yelled again, and the soccer team began preparing to start training.

Things were going perfectly for Hannah. The goalkeeper, Paco, certainly wasn't supportive of her being his backup, so he was probably going to work hard to keep her sitting at the sidelines. That was convenient for her, because then, no one would trouble her put the effort into the team.

"Here." Donald gave her a goalkeeping glove. "Good luck out there princess. I'm rooting for you."

He winked and ran off. Somebody else threw the ball at Hannah, which she easily caught. Hannah got into her place at the goal post. The game was about to start, but Paco stood a short distance away, glaring menacingly at her.

"Even if you get in, don't think for a minute you belong. I'm gonna make your life hell, till you go crawling back to your mama." He growled.

Not only is this guy the jealous type, he's big on threats too. Hannah smiled to herself.

She placed the ball at her feet, then took a couple steps backward. Closing one eye and using her fingers, she determined the position of her target. Next she ran forward, and kicked the ball as hard as she could, straight into Paco's crotch.

Hannah could have sworn she heard his egg break. She grinned with satisfaction as Paco fell to his knees, clutching his manhood for all its worth. Satisfactorily, everyone on the field had seen the stunt she'd just pulled - except the coach, thankfully - and they all sniggered.

"Alright everyone. Game starts in... One... Two... " Coach blew the whistle, and Paco crawled to the sidelines.

Who's crawling now. Hannah mentally scoffed.

Teaser: Janice and Hannah get into a huge argument.