2: someday - nickelback

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©assidy

"We have 15 people signed up now," my dad grabbed a bunch of paper off the desk and put it in a Filofax. "That too tough for you, Cassidy?"

I laughed. "Teaching 15 teenage boys to punch? That's not what I'm worried about. I just can't wait to see their faces when they find out I'm a girl."

My dad chuckled. "You say that every year, Cas."

"I'm home!" My sister, Rachel, shouted up the stairs. I was currently standing in the study, or the spare bedroom, helping my dad prepare for tomorrow. He runs the local sports centre, and we were starting up the boxing club again. I'm not a natural sportswoman, and it took me a while to find something I excelled at. I punched a boy called Jason McDonnerly when I was 11 years old, and my dad suggested boxing.

Rachel came bounding up the stairs, her heels clacking on the wooden flooring we had upstairs. "What's all this?"

"Boxing starts up tomorrow!" I yelled excitedly.

She raised an eyebrow. "I know, you've not stopped talking about it. I meant the mess."

"Application forms, permission slips, subs calculations, need I go on?" Dad joked.

Rachel nodded. "I'm going out tonight, it's Jemima's 18th at the pear tree, I should be back before 11, Jem's such a lightweight."

"Okay, love," dad said, smoothing down the papers. "15 people have signed up, can you believe it? Do you think you'll know any of them, Cas?"

"Dad, I'm homeschooled, I sincerely doubt it," I laughed, but I couldn't help but wish I did know some of them. Mum insisted I was homeschooled; that was the deal when my parents separated. I'm glad that meant we all got to stay with dad for the majority of the time, though, because my mother does not understand me at all. Fortunately, I only go over to hers every other weekend. My other two sisters are over 18, which means the custody terms don't apply to them anymore. I have to get 2 buses and a train to mum's house. I hate public transport.

The phone rang, and dad raced to get it before it went to voicemail. That indicated it was Julia, because she never hangs on until voicemail. And she doesn't call as often as she should. When I'm a professional boxer, I'll phone dad every week to tell him what's going on, and to tell him I love him. We're lucky if Julia phones every other month.

Rachel rolled her eyes at me, noticing how happy dad sounded when he heard her voice. Rachel hates sports, and I feel bad for her, because she lacks the natural talent, like me. She prefers make up, music and studying. An odd combination, she's doing online university training in music. She wants to be a music teacher.

"Do you two want to speak to Julia?" Dad's eyes sparkled at the mention of his eldest daughter's name.

"Sure," I shrugged, and he handed me the phone. "Hello?"

"Rachel?" Julia sounded bored. "Is that Rachel, or Cas?"

"It's Cassidy." I said, irritated. "How's life?"

"Training, training and more training," she groaned, and I sympathised with her. She's a gymnast, and for a short while, so was I, so I know how draining it is. Still, it's not hard to pick up the phone once a week.

"I feel you, Jules. Do you know if you're in the first team squad yet?"

"Not till Tuesday." She replied, and there was an awkward silence. I'm much closer to Rachel than Julia. "Do you want to pass me back to dad?"

I did as she requested, rolled my eyes to Rachel, and went into my room. I put on some joggers, and a cropped sports top. I filled up my water bottle, grabbed my inhaler and an apple, and put it all in my rucksack.

"I'm going cycling!" I yelled, and Rachel came to the top of the stairs and gave a a thumbs up. I grinned and walked out of the door.

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I think a lot when I cycle. Well, I say cycle, I have a battered old BMX, not some fancy sport bike, and I usually just cycle up the skatepark, do a few tricks, eat my apple when I've got the the top of the highest ramp, and cycle back. It's a good half hour cycle, though, and on the way back it's mostly uphill.

My dad's always trying to persuade me to take up mountain biking, but I prefer boxing. Julia did cheer for a while, but she dropped behind in gym a bit, so she quit. I say dropped behind, she was with the under 15's team when she was barely a teenager. She's a gym prodigy, and I guess that's why dad's so proud. She makes up for her lack of communication by getting interviewed by major sports magazines. She hoping to get picked for the Olympics this year.

Lucky her.

Usually, the skate park is empty, but today it wasn't. I saw a boy, sitting on a skateboard in the middle of the park, his head bowed down. I frowned, but began cycling up one of the smaller ramps as a sort of warm up. I sped past the front of him, and he lifted his head up. His face was bruised, and his nose was bleeding badly. He was in the phone, and I skidded to a halt just as he hung up.

"Are you okay?" I asked. He looked a little woozy, and when he tried to stand up, he swayed from side to side slightly. I jumped off my bike, letting it clatter on the floor, and grabbed him. "I'll take that as a no."

"I'm fine," he sniffled, and I realised he'd been crying. His nose, although it was bleeding, shouldn't have been hurting. I've had similar injuries in boxing, and the pain numbs after a while.

"Is someone coming to pick you up?" I asked gently.

"My friend'll be here in a bit, I've just rung him," he stared at me, and my cheeks heated up. I wasn't used to anyone looking at me this intently, unless I was in the boxing ring.

"Okay, Will you be okay if I carry on?" I motioned to my bike.

He nodded. "Yeah, I'll stay sitting." I went to get up but he grabbed my arm. "You haven't seen a boy with, like, bright reddish hair, dyed, a few tattoos, eyebrow piercing, probably in ripped jeans and a band t-shirt, have you?" His eyes were little balls of hopefulness.

"No, should I have?"

His face fell, and he shook his head. "No, but if you do, tell him Luke's looking for him. Oh, and Calum. Tell him it's okay and I'm sorry, I'm telling Calum right now. I promise."

I stared at him. "What?"

"I got in a fight defending him and he's run away. He usually comes here, but, you know," he gestured around him and smiled sympathetically.

"Sure, I'll keep an eye out for him."

"You probably won't see him," Luke sighed. "He comes at midnight. I mean, I'm pretty sure he's with Ashton, you know, but no one knows who the fuck he is," Luke chuckled. It became clear to me that Luke must've taken some kind of painkillers, which was probably why he couldn't stand up straight before.

I walked away from Luke and towards my bike, and he turned his skateboard to face both me and the road. I raced up a few ramps, before I built up enough speed to get up the biggest ramp, that people called the cliff hanger. It was easy enough to get up, if you got the dynamics right. Not many people could do it on their BMX, though.

I could see pretty far from up there. I got my apple out of my bag, rummaging around for my phone to take a picture of the view. I mentally slapped myself, remembering I left it on the side, because dad was using it as a calculator. I finished the apple, taking in my surroundings, and threw the core as far as I could. I noticed an old ford pull up, and Luke got in. He gave me a quick wave, before whoever was driving pulled off. The car drove over my apple core, grinding it into the concrete, and I waved back.

I pushed my bike down the ramp, and slid down after it on my knees. I must have, like, twenty pairs of the same jeans, and all of them have holes in the knees from falling of my bike or sliding down the ramps. I had no idea what the time was, but it had to be getting on a bit; that boy must've been there since he got back from school. Also, the sun was beginning to set.

I cycled back home, confused by everything that had happened at the skate park. I felt bad for Luke, losing his friend who he'd been defending. I felt bad for Calum, who was obviously going to be told something important sometime soon. I felt bad for the red haired boy, who'd felt the need to run away. I felt bad for the Ashton guy, because Luke didn't know who he was.

I hadn't done anything daring in a while. I hadn't snuck out. Knowing my sister, when she said 11pm, she really meant 5am. My dad's the heaviest sleeper ever, so it wouldn't be too hard. I'd never been cycling at midnight, I hoped it would be fun.

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This chapter says '©assidy' at the top and is from Cassidy's pov

The chapters from Calum's pov will say '©alum' at the top, I don't normally do this but it should work for this story I hope lol

If ur confused then good bc cal and cas haven't met yet