Ella | After School

The bell rang as I scrambled to finish filing the last files and I haven't even printed off the papers yet for Coach Brenner.

It's a good thing I drive.

Right.

I got up from the floor as the door opened.

"Hi, what can I do for you?" I asked, breathing heavy.

"I need a medical form."

"Okay, one second."

I spun around and went back through the filing cabinets looking for the medical forms. I grabbed one and gave it to the girl as the door opened again and Kelly walked in.

"Hey, do you need a form or something too?" I asked, sitting in the computer chair.

"Nope. Just a ride."

"Okay um, can you hold on for a bit? I need to print off some papers and run them to Coach Brenner." I said, waking up the computer.

"I have all the time in the world."

"Okay, cool. It shouldn't take too long."

"Okay."

While she sat in one of the waiting chairs, I logged onto Powerschool as Mrs. Clark.

"So what're you doing afterschool tomorrow?"

"Nothing that I know of, why?"

"I was wondering if you wanted to go to the mall or catch a movie?"

"Yeah sure." I said, printing off the second progress report out of nine.

"Okay cool."

The last progress report was Blake and his grades stunned me. He had three A's, two B's and one C.

Pretty good grades for a bad boy.

Yeah it is.

"So what papers are you printing?" She asked, tossing her phone into the air boredly.

"I'm finished now but they were just grades for a few football players." I said, grabbing a paper clip.

"Mhm and was Blake among these football players?" She asked with a smirk.

I didn't tell Kelly about Blake and I kissing yet for three reasons;

One, I don't know exactly what we are.
Two, I don't know if he wants to keep this on the downlow.
And three, I don't know if I want people to know about us or not.

It was hard not telling her because, well, I usually tell her just about everything. Plus I really really really wanted to tell her and hear her opinion about it.

"Actually he is." I said, reaching underneath the desk to grab my bookbag.

"What? How are his grades? All F's?" She asked, eagerly.

"Nope. A's, B's and a C." I said, smiling.

"What? No way."

"Expected him to be stupid or something?" I asked, a little angry.

"No! No no no. I just, it's just, those are extremely good grades for a bad boy."

I don't even know why I am getting upset, I mean I think the same thing.

"Oh, yeah. That's what I thought too." I said, logging out of powerschool and off of the computer. "Are you ready?" I finished.

"Yep." She said, jumping up.

"Great. We'll just run these down to his trailer and then we can leave." I said, walking behind her out of the office.

"Okay but you do know he's not in his room, right?"

"What? Where is he? Did he leave already?" I panicked.

I needed to get these progress reports to him. On my list left by Mrs. Clark, it had three stars on each side, telling me it's extremely important.

"No. They have practice today so they're out on the field. The cheerleaders included."

"Oh great. So we can either get hit by a football or probably smacked by a hand." I said, sighing.

"Uh yeah, sounds about right."

(OKAY SO, I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT FOOTBALL PLAYERS DO TO WARM UP, I'M USING THE FUCKING INTERNET LOL, SO DON'T MIND ME IF THIS PART MAKES NO SENSE AT ALL.)

We walked in silence to the field and stood at the top by the bleachers. We had a clear view of the cheerleaders stretching, some of them trying to show off everything their mothers gave them. We had a clear view of the football players standing around conversing. We also had a clear view of the coach running to the center of the field, blowing his whistle.

"I'm getting creative today, so I want high knees to the ten, Cariocas to the thirty and sprint back." He blew his whistle. "GO!"

"They look..." She trailed off. "Funny." She stated.

"Weird is more like it. Are you coming down or staying here?"

"I think I'll stay here."

"Okay, I'll be back then."

"Okay."

I took in a deep breath and began walking down the steps before going around the gate.

Coach Brenner was at the halfway line inside of the center circle, and the football players weren't coming past the forty, so I didn't have to worry about getting trampled.

I walked down the sidelines catching the attention of Jonah who was sprinting back to where he began I guess.

I went up to Coach Brenner who was shouting insulting things at the players.

"COME ON YOU WUSSIES, MY GRANDMA CAN RUN FASTER THAN THAT AND SHE'S IN A WHEELCHAIR!" He screamed.

Well then.

"Coach Brenner?" I asked, attempting to get his attention.

He turned and looked down at me before blowing his whistle.

"Hold on!" He shouted, causing the players to come to a stop and look at us. "Yes, Ms. Boyd?"

"Um, these are the progress reports that you asked Mrs. Clark for." I said, handing the papers to him.

"Oh." He said, looking through them individually. "Thank you, Ms. Boyd." He finished, looking at me with a smile.

"You're welcome." I said, walking off while playing with the ends of my near-white hair.

"Ella!"

I turned around to see Blake jogging up to me.

Great.

I didn't really want to speak to Blake right now because of a note I got.

In fifth period before Mrs. Clark called me down, a jock kept sliding notes onto my desk. Eventually I got tired of continuously ripping up notes so I opened it to a note that said;

Blake said that you sucked his dick and Jonah's at the same time

Wanna suck mine too? ;)

#38

I was about ninety-five percent sure that Blake wouldn't have told Chris that. I have never sucked anything in my life, so that's a lie. Half of me is saying Blake didn't tell Chris that. I mean why would he? He would gain nothing from it. Then the other half is saying that no matter what Blake says to me, he's still a jock. Infact, he's the captain of the football team, which doesn't really make this any better.

I would ask Blake about it but I don't want him to get upset with me and think that I'm just like everyone else; stereotyping him just because he's the captain, just because he's a bad boy.

I don't like it when people are mad at me.

"Um, hey Blake." I said, quietly.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Why would you think that?"

"I can tell when you're lying and when you're upset, and you're both of those."

"You can read me like a book then, hm."

"Just about." He said, chuckling. "But for real, what's wrong princess?" He finished.

"Uh..."

Should I fake it?

No, he can tell when you're lying, remember?

Okay, so if I did want to question him about the note, how would I even do that without getting him mad at me?

"Would you ever say something that's not true about me to someone else?" I asked, carefully choosing my words.

"No. I'd have nothing to gain from it anyways. Why?" He asked, slowly getting angry.

He was like a ticking bomb; you must be careful around him or he blows up, you have to cut the right wires, or he blows up, he blows up from the slightest things.

"Uh, no reason."

And once he blows up, there's no going back.

"No, fucking tell me."

I stood there looking up into his brown eyes before sighing and going into my jacket pocket and pulling out the blue lined paper.

"There were ones before this one but I ripped them up, not bothering to read them." I said, handing him the paper.

He took it from me and opened it, quickly reading over it.

"You think I'd spread some shit like this about you?"

"No, I didn't but there's always the fact that you're the captain of the football team and I'm a nerd."

"Yeah, you are a nerd, you're my fucking nerd and I wouldn't spread shit like this about you since I actually fucking claim you, Ella."

Oh, he's mad. He used my first name.

"Blake-"

"So you threw me into the stereotype like everyone else, huh."

"No. I didn't. You have to see where I'm coming from, Blake."

He went silent. He only stared at me with pure anger and a bit of hurt.

"Was this Chris."

"Just leave it alone, please."

"Answer the fucking question, Ella."

"Yes." I said, whispering while looking down.

"Hey." He said, lifting my chin up with two fingers.

"I'm not mad, just-"

"Hurt?"

"Yeah, a little." He paused. "But I'm more angry." He spat, walking off and towards Chris who was looking over here instead of listening to the speaking coach.

Oh crap.

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