Chapter 10: Team Nick.

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Sometimes I feel like Mondays should not exist, I mean the day is just too slow, too intimidating, too boring, shall I go on? But then again it's like a link that supports the passing of another day so if I were to wish it away, time would automatically stop right before our eyes and I want time to move, I want to be done with high school and only time can make that happen. Well Mondays are a part of time so I'll learn to live through them.

Walking through the school hallway, I notice that there are flyers everywhere.

Probably a school event that I should not care about.

I see Carl walking towards me with the brightest smile on his face.

No no no, enough boys for one day.

I had to deal with Nick earlier when he offered me a ride to school and I only accepted because I had to explain to him that whatever happened yesterday was totally just in his head, I told him that I did trust myself with him and for the first time, he didn't say anything, he was just nodding in response which I found kinda weird but who cares, he listened to me.

"Hey you." he hugs me then pecks my cheek which makes me widen my eyes at him.

Wait, did I give him some kind of a free pass when I pecked his cheek on Saturday?

"Hey Carl, what's up." I say awkwardly but it's like he didn't notice.

"This." he lifts a dark blue flyer up in his hand.

I shift my eyes to it, "senior verses junior dance" it reads.

"School dance, huh?" I look back at him.

"What do you mean, school dance huh?" He asks in a mimicked tone, I roll my eyes.

Well behind that sweet guy friend he's been so far, there's still the real Carl Bennett. The one that always wants to exchange words with me and make fun of the way I speak just like right now.

"What do you want me to say?" I shrug in questioning.

"I want you to sound excited because I'm fucking taking you." he shrieks.

You've got to be kidding me.

"I don't really know how it goes but aren't you supposed to ask me first?" I feel like he's already decided without me which is kinda bossy and nobody bosses me around.

Especially BOYS.

"I'm sorry." he holds my hand sympathetically, "Do you want to go to the senior verses junior dance with me?" He asks, never losing eye contact.

Was that supposed to sound or look romantic? Because it definitely did not sound so romantic, in fact, it was the most stupidest most dumbest proposal my ears ever had to listen to.

"Yeah, the theme really sucks and I am really nervous, you can just pretend like it's not stupid at all." I think he noticed the scowl on my face.

Carl really knows me and he reads my mind most of the time, he truly is good company.

"But I don't really..do..dances." I stutter, trying my best not to break his heart.

He sighs, scratching the back of his head.

"Allie, it's just a dance for fuck's sake." he runs a hand through his hair like he's getting frustrated.

Carl has a short temper and people who are short tempered are really dangerous to be around, they turn their temper into anger then into hate and they leash it out into the world, mostly on other people.

That's not healthy. That's how villains are made.

"I'll think about it." I say without thinking, just to bring his smile back.

"Not promising, but at least it's not a no." he forces a smile.

The bell rings, Carl says goodbye and leaves.

I have gym as my first class on Mondays, another reason why I hate this day, Mrs Smith is probably going to make us run those tracks like we are freaking machines.

I head to the girl's locker room, it's crowded with naked girls changing into their gym clothes, I've always had this insecure feeling about changing in front of other people, even if those people are of the same sex. I wait for them to finish.

Once they are all done and gone, I grab my gym clothes from a locker, I put on a grey school t-shirt with black gym shorts and white Sneakers.

I head to the soccer field after I'm done.

Everyone is lined up just like last week, the same thing every week and she gets paid for it? I should consider being a gym teacher myself.

I try not to be noticed by her but I can already feel her burning gaze on me, I think she hates me because I'm the only one who is bright enough to confront her about these torturous sprints.

"Parker, come here, you're late." She motions for me to go to her.

Deep breaths.

I spot Nick and Amanda standing next to each other as I push myself towards Mrs Smith, Nick sends me a wink which I return with an eye roll.

I guess Amanda came early today.

"Yes, ma'am?" I try my best to be polite.

"What's your story?" She asks me, her eyes focused on the other students.

My story? Well I can't strip my clothes in front of other people so I had to wait for them to leave the room before I had to do that but I'm not gonna tell you that because they're all going to laugh at how stupid that sounds.

"No story, I'm sorry for being late." I lie to her face, it saved me the last time I tried it.

"Thank you for your honesty, now give me ten push ups." She says in a friendly tone.

There's nothing friendly about what she just said.

"Funny." I give a little laugh but no one is laughing along with me.

I snap my head to look at the crowd of people, I think they are eagerly waiting for me to give this woman some push ups.

"You're wasting my time, Ms Parker." Her tone serious and cold.

Damn, I didn't know this woman hated me this much.

Well, this is it.

I look down at the calling green grass, slowly getting down and balancing my body on my hands and toes, I weigh my body down but fail to lift it back up. I didn't know my body was this heavy till this very second.

I just hope I don't faint.

"C'mon Parker, even a monkey can do it better than you." She comments and the crowd erupts in an irritating laughter.

It's the kind of laughter that makes me feel like crying, it makes me feel like a failure and I hate feeling like a failure.

I lift myself up, "I can't." I hear my own voice crack.

Please don't cry!

"Oh but you will, now get on those-"

"She said she was fucking sorry." I hear Nick's voice interject from the crowd.

Damn Nick, why can't he just stay out of my business?

"Who was that?" Asks Mrs Smith, her eyes searching for the coward, Nick raises his hand in the air and I curse underneath my breath at how stupid he must be.

"The newbie standing up for the.... For her." she points at me with her thumb, I think she was about to call me something very unnecessary.

"Her name is Allison by the way." He dares to correct her, this is the second time I've seen him that serious, the first time was yesterday when I mentioned the name Kayla.

"Okay Mr know it all, let's see if you can give me fifty push ups, scratch that, plus the ones your girlfriend over here failed to give me." She instructs in a challenging tone.

Sixty push ups? Is this woman crazy? I know Nick is perfectly built and everything but he's not gonna make it, I barely could do one push up.

Nick stands beside me, taking off his t-shirt, "Princess, hold this for me." He gives me his shirt.

He gives Mrs Smith a devilish smirk before getting on his knuckles and telling the crowd to count with him.

They all begin to count, I'm too nervous to count right now and before I know it, they actually reach sixty but he doesn't stop until seventy five. Show off.

The crowd cheers for him, mostly the girls.

How obnoxious, he's such a show off.

"That was very impressive, newbie but let it be the last time that you use the F word in front of me, nontheless cutting me off while I'm talking, got it?" She points at him warningly.

"Yes ma'am." he pants.

"Good, you can both line up now." she coos, Nick holds my hand as we walk. Why? I have no idea but I wrench my hand from his grasp and shove his shirt on his chest as soon as we reach the back of the line, he chuckles.

"Well, you're welcome, princess." he whispers but I ignore him.

I seem to be doing that a lot, am I gonna ignore him forever? I do dislike him for an unknown reason but all he does is tease and help me, what's so bad about that?

After we are done doing sprints, again. I decide to sit on the bleachers before heading to the showers.

I see Amanda jogging in my direction.

"Hey." She greets when she reaches me, standing in front of me.

"Hey? We greet each other now?" I lean my elbow on the bench behind me and take a good look at her.

"What are you talking about? we always greet each other." She says.

Do we?

"I don't think so." I shake my head in disapproval.

"Are you okay?" She asks, sitting next to me.

Am I okay? Let's see..

A boy wants to take me to a dance that I really don't wanna go to, another boy keeps doing these awfully nice things for me and my Mom, my gym teacher was being a bully to me earlier and I feel like my whole world is changing one day after another.

So no, no I'm not okay.

"Carl asked me to the stupid dance." I respond to her.

"Oh my goodness, Allie, that's so perfect." she shakes my arm excitedly.

"I didn't say yes." I cut her short and she frowns, "Yet. I didn't say yes yet." I add.

"Allie, I know you don't do dances and all of that bullshit of yours but I think Carl really likes you." she says.

"I know and I'm pretty sure I'm dating him unknowingly." I say to her, remembering Saturday and when he kissed me on the cheek earlier.

"Too bad, I was kinda hoping it would be Nick." she pouts dramatically, I snap my head to look at her.

Wait, doesn't she have a crush on Nick?

"You got over your obsession over him?" I can't help but laugh.

"Let's just say, I had the time to know him and he's more of a friend than a crush." she smiles at me, I smile back.

That also means she's still in love with Jason.

I thought love was like this big switch that you can turn on and off whenever you felt like it but by the looks of it, it's clearly not.

"I understand and no thank you, Nick is too much for me and I told him that I wasn't comfortable around him-"

"You did what?!" She shouts, widening her eyes in shock at me.

"Why'd you shout?" I shove her shoulder, feeling a little annoyed.

"Allison, you literally told him that?" She asks.

"Only because it's the truth." I point out.

"You like him." she pokes my shoulder.

"No, I don't and can we please stop talking about boys, I already have Carl to think about." I sigh at the reminder of saying yes to Carl's proposal.

"Whatever you say, babe, but I'm still team Nick." she pats my shoulder, getting up then helping me up.

Team Nick? Is this what we are doing now, picking teams like it's some kind of a football game.


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