Chapter One
“Hey.”
My
heart literally stopped, I know this one word would not get such a
dramatic effect, but if it’s coming from the mouth of Jordan Brooks it
definitely does. “Hey back.” I looked around to see if the plastics
haven’t showed up yet. The plastics are like “The clique”, made up of
three of the richest girls in school. Amber Delaney; The number one
fashion critic and the leader, Chloe Barks; The klutz the only reason
she’s in the clique is because she’s the headmaster’s daughter, and Colette Cooper;The brains behind amber’s so called genius. I got my
tennis racket and started walking to my locker with Jordan trotting
behind. “ so, you’re the tennis star right?” He asked “ One and only.” I
replied “ How may I be of your service?” I say while putting my racket
in my locker switching it with my cleats and gym bag. “ Say could you
help me get on the tennis team?” The world stopped, had i heard him right? “What?!”
I turned around. “Well I kinda suck and I was hoping you would help me
get on the team” He explained sheepishly. I busted out laughing, I know
what you’re thinking The hottest guy on campus just asked you to coach him and you laugh at his face?! But
I couldn't help it, the guy’s practically built and he’s asking for MY
help. “ Sorry, I just...” I said “ you asking me for help?” He went Scarlet. “ OK sure I’ll coach you, but you gotta be tough or I’ll give
up the first practice!” I went fake coach on him. “ Thanks Lance.” he
said with a huge smile. That’s how I, Tianna B. Lance found myself
coaching Jordan Brooks. The plastics instantly pounced on me with their
fake lashes, Gucci and state of the art totes, their mouths filled with
questions. “ Yo! chill I can’t understand with y’all talking at once.” I
yelled. Amber shut them up with a glare “ Hey Tin-can...” she started. “Yes...?”
I hissed. “ What were you and Jordan talking about?, You do know he’s
taken?”She asked. “We were talking about sports stuff.” I retorted. I was not going to tell her that i was coaching Jordan. “
Really? spill! Pronto!” she yelled. “ You can’t even tell a baseball
from a basketball.” I Exclaimed “How are you gonna understand a simple
step-by-Step game?!” I walked into one of the changing rooms. “ Oh my god!!
that’s the boy’s locker room!!!” Shrieked Chloe. “she knows that Chloe!
gosh” muttered amber “ and who is she kidding the big orange one’s the
baseball and the small pure white one is the basketball.” said Chloe Man! they can’t even tell golf apart from a basket ball and I thought golf was more their style, no broken nails. The
boy’s locker room is my special place and not for the reason you think.
It’s the place where no-one judges me and best of all no plastics. “
Yo! Lance in here so no showing your junk.” I yelled “Oh, hey lance!”
yelled Malcolm. A hand landed on my shoulder. “Having trouble with the
plastics again?” asked Dan. “Yeah, amber and her posse are barking up my
tree.” I explained “ It’s cool lance but you know the price for
changing in here.” asked Dan. “ Gosh Dan, Kay.” I leaned in and gave him
a quick breathy kiss on the neck. “ That’s three minutes!” yelled Malcolm. “C’mon Malcolm!” but even my puppy eyes didn't work. I stood up
and leaned into Malcolm, giving him a long hard kiss. That left him
speechless, “Ten...minutes...” He gasped. I changed into my soccer
practice uniform and my cleats. I jogged out to the field and got in
position, Not three minutes to spare when “ Lance!!” I knew that voice a
little too well. “ Hey coach, how’s the man?” Before she could say
anything I got hold of the ball and shot the ball into the goal from
three feet away. I thought that would make her mutter and go critic
someone else but no such luck. “ I hear you’re changing in the boy’s
changing room.” From a corner of an eye i could see amber unsuccessfully
hiding behind a tree waiting for my reaction. “ yeah, it’s like a
getaway from critics like Amber Delaney.” I explained “ Good, you were
honest, But that’s not what i called you out for.” I looked up and
there was Jordan looking... well cute. I looked around and of course
there was Jordan posse and the plastic’s flirting by a tree. Amber’s
violet eyes struck us like a hawk and she started to make her way over,
but how fast can you walk in slippery freshly rained on grass? Not fast
enough, “Let’s talk over there” I say pointing to the boy’s locker
room. When we get there he makes a big deal of locking the door and
hearing for footsteps. “ Are you sure you’re not trying out for this
year’s play?” I jokingly asked. “ No, I just... you didn't tell anyone
that you’re coaching me right?” He asked “ Nope, not a soul.” I answer “
but of course amber slobber suspects something” I threw my hand over my
mouth when I realized i revealed amber’s nickname back in third grade. “
I remember that nick-name! man that was funny.” He surprises me. “ so
what’s your price for this?” Bam! Bam! Jordan!!! Let’s Go! Were going out for pizza!!! “ Nope, no price” I answer “ I guess you have to leave huh?” I go over to unlock the door. Great timing amber “Nah
let her wait” he said “let’s start practice today.” “Sure, wait
outside the locker room.” I reply. I just still can’t believe I’m
coaching Jordan Brooks.
