Clark and i read Chloe's latest article. Like most news in this school it was about the football team. To be specific, Chloe was low key going after Coach Walt. The main picture was him yanking at Whitneys helmet, yelling.

"Football: Sport or abuse?!" Clark read out the headline.

"So what do you think?" Chloe wonders as we make our way back into school after spending lunchtime on the bleachers. She seemed very proud about her article.

"That you have a death wish." I chime

"Or that you seriously need to decrease your cappachino dependancy." Clark added making Pete laugh. it wasn't that hard to amuse him in all honesty. To him we had a cracking sense of humour.

"Pete thinks I'm being to hard on Coach Walt." Chloe glance back at the two of us then over to Pete.

"I mean, the man coached my dad, all my brothers. He used to come over and watch the super bowl." Pete told us. Coach Walt was a highly respected member of the community despite his ruthlessness borderline abusive.

"While i'm touched by that hallmark moment you don't get points for subtly in journalism. I've already started getting hate mail." Chloe replied. I shook my head in amusement

"Only you would be happy about that, hitting a nerve with the locals. I'm pretty sure you need to be diagnosed with something like Coach Walt. He shows signs of Sociopathy and Narcissism. In a testosterone induced male that suggest to be practically lethal around children." I state adjusting my rucksack.

"And that ladies and gentleman is your latest insight from Doctor Mia Kent." Chloe teased "Besides, between the abysmal sentence structure and generous use of obscenities. I've got a pretty good idea of who's been sending it." She added

"If you think my teammates read the torch, you're giving them way to much credit." Pete jokes making me chuckle as we walk past the jocks and cheerleaders. We stopped seeing Lana have a heated discussion with Whitney, then storming off.

"Oh. There's something you don't see everyday. A pom-pom meltdown." Chloe jokes around and we see the rest of the jocks that were caught cheating."Here they come. I need a picture of the cheating jockstraps." Pete got the camera out and handed it to Chloe. Coach Walt brought the cheating players to join the none cheating players

"I do't wanna hear any rumours going around, any false accusations..." Coach Walt began

"Any idea how they got that midterm, Chloe?" Clark questioned 

"Still a mystery but i'm working on it," she started taking pictures and then one of the players noticed throwing the ball at her only for Clark to catch it before it could hit her in the face.

"Oh nice catch." Pete compliments my brother

"One of your teammates tries to assassinate me and all you can say is nice catch?" Chloe was mad she walked off and Pete followed

"Hey, I thought you wanted to hit a nerve." he called after her Clark threw the ball back taking the wind out of the jerk that threw it.

"Clark, not so hard." I warned resting my hand on his arm and then pulling at his sleeve to follow me. He does and i head for next class.

"Mia!" Whitey ran up to fall in step with me "I need your help. Tutor me in Math."

"Asked and answered. No." I denied . I realised I hadn't got my English text book and went to my locker.

"Please, i almost failed my last test.If I don't score higher next time. I'm screwed." he pleaded

"Oh that sounds like a you problem, not a me problem." he went to speak "And don't even try the I saved you from a creeper line. It won't work." i opened my locker and pulled out my text book.

"okay then a trade, a deal. You help me get my grade up by not cheating and I will be at your mercy" I raised my eyebrow "Come on."

"What could you have that I could possibly want or need?" I fold my arms across my book.

"Well that's the beauty of it. It's open end. I wouldn't ask if I wasn't desperate. Come on, please." i tapped my foot scrutinising him with my eyes.

"Fine. I will think of something, diabolical . You got a new truck, you can pick me up from work and take me home, we'll study for a hour 3 days a week until the next test. When you're not with me you go over what i've taught you." he breathed a sigh of relief

"Thank you."

"I finish at the hospital cafe at five. Don't be late." I head off to class.

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Whitney was outside the hospital for 5 and he drove me back to the farm. On the way there he told me that Clark had agreed to join the team thanks to some encouragement from Coach Walt. He wasn't exactly thrilled.

"Encouragement?" I question "You mean bullying. Coach Walt bullies you players. He bullied my brother as well."

"Coach doesn't bully he is enthusiastic." Whitney defended

"Oh enthusiastic, thats what you call not punishing players for cheating. Or grabbing them by the helmet in a tantrum. The man's a maniac!" i shout

"He's been there for us?"

"That's bullshit!" We pull up to the farm and I get out of the truck and head inside. Mom was there.

"Where's Clark?" I ask her

"In the barn talking to your Dad. How was work? Oh hello Whitney, to what do we owe the pleasure?" She smiles at him.

"Mia finally agreed to tutor me."

"Yeah, yeah. Sit there and wait while I go rip my brother a new one." I head back out and over to the barn. i see him and my Dad talking. i shove him "Are you insane!" I yell

"Mia, what the hell?" he exclaims

"You playing football do you have a death wish for the others? You let coach bully you into something stupid where has your brain gone? You could hurt someone." I rant at him

"So you don't trust me either."

"Not with this." I breath heavily "We are super strong. out of this world strong and we can't help it. We struggle doing the simple things without causing a mischief and you wanna play football.?It is not safe for others and it's not safe for you if you decide to get distracted by Lana freaking Lang flashing you a smile or heaven forbid making out with her boyfriend. You're insane. INSANE!" i storm back out and into the house.

"Do we still have a barn?" Mom wondered

"You're not funny Mom." I huff out a breath and tie up my hair then grab my math book out "Let's do this. I spoke with mr Hoffman, he let me take a look at your test so I knew where to work on. Overall you don't suck majorly but you need improvement."

"You have such a way with words." he commented

"Would you rather me be like coach Walt and use my hand to smack you upside the head when your an idiot? I think I would give you another concussion" we got started and back to basics and as promised we finished a hour later. He left and i packed my books and notebooks away.

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Dad and I sat together at football practice we came to keep an eye on things. Dad was still brewing at the fact that Clark stuck his heels in this time and refused to take no for a answer. The players came out and Pete noticed us pointing us out to Clark. He came over to us with a broad smile.

"Mia, Dad, I'm glad you're here. It means a lot to me." he told us

"I still don't support your decision, Clark. I'm here to see that no one gets hurt." Dad replied which dampened Clarks mood but he went out onto the field. We watched them start.

"I never really understood the point of football. It's a bunch of boys basically fighting over a ball. it's a ball. Is that what you an mom feel like when I start with my academic rants?" I question Dad and he chuckles lightly.

"Kind of, yeah. I could sit here and explain it to you but I think you might decide to take a nap, before I could finish." he turns to me for a sec then back to the game. "Your Mom told me that Whitney Fordman was over yesterday. That you're tutoring him."

"He wouldn't quit bugging me and now I have a football player in my pocket. I'm sure I can think of something...fun for him to do for my own amusement." He laughed and shook his head

"That's not the point i was trying to get at. But okay as long as no one gets hurt. No this will be the first person that you have interacted with that Clark hasn't brought in." he replied

"What's that supposed to mean?" I question with a scowl.

"You have a lot of defences that you protect yourself with that you not necessarily a social butterfly. Chloe and Pete met Clark first then you."

"I speak to people all the time."

"At work you kind of have to. It's your job. I'm not saying it as a criticism sweetheart. All I'm saying is you don't like going outside your comfort zone and I'm proud of you for doing that with Whitney Fordman. However you perceive it to be." there was commotion on the field and we saw that Clark had gotten tackled.

"Kent! Quit looking in the stands! Your Dad's not coaching this team, I am!" Walt yelled pulling my brother up my the helmet guard "Now I don't bring you out here to be a tackling dummy. Get angry, kick some butt."

"Ah, hell No." I drop my books and jump over the wall.

"Mia! Mia no! Mia!" Dad called but I ignored him as I stormed out onto the pitch. I had one weakness and that was my brother. Him and I were intuitively connected with one another, it sometimes got us in trouble. Well I say us I meant me. Dad was right, I wasn't a social butterfly. I mainly kept to myself unless it involved Clark. If someone even much as looked at him the wrong way and I either saw or knew about it, fuck that person.

"Oi! Dipshit Coach!" i scream and he turned to me I flicked my leg out and kicked him in the nuts he groaned holding them "Pick on someone your own size." I raised my fist but it was caught by my Dad.

"That's enough, Mia!" Dad scolded "Walk it off, now." he ordered and I looked to the coach who was doubled over in pain, then my brother who looked disappointed.

"Asshole." I shrugged my Dad off and walked back to grab my belongings.