Chapter 77
“Now, now.” He smirked. “I’m here to help.”
“Aiden.” I stared him dead in the eye. “You don’t take French.”
His eyes sparkled with mischief. “Et pourtant je parle probablement mieux le français que toi.” [And yet I probably speak better French than you do.]
My head snapped up and I gape at him dumbfounded. “Of course you speak French.” I muttered under my breath. “Is there something you can’t do?”
After a long and treacherous day, the bell to eight period finally rang and I jumped out of my seat. Although our game today didn’t start until 4:30 pm and I had plenty of time to get ready since it was a home game, I was more than ready to get out of Mr. Murphy’s class.
Don’t get me wrong, he’s a very smart man. However, he can’t teach to save his life.
This is also a class that I share with Aiden and normally he would annoy me to the point where I
have to stay awake during class. However, today hen’t in class.
On my way down to the girl’s locker room to change, I stopped by my locker to get my duffle bag and drop off the rest of my school stuff. As I made my way towards an empty locker, I noticed that only half the girls on our team were there.
“Are you excited for tonight?” Naomi asked lacing her cleats.
I furrowed my eyebrows. “It’s just a game. What is there to be excited about?”
“Oh nothing.” Naomi smirked.
I narrowed my eyes at her. “What aren’t you telling me.”
“Nothing!” She held her hands up in surrender. “I’d just fix my hair a bit if I were you. Maybe put on some Chapstick and a bit of lipstick.”
“Naomi.” I gave her a pointed look. “We’re paying a fucking sport, not walking down a runway.”
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“Suit yourself.” She shrugged.
I spent the next 45 minutes in the locker room with Naomi and two other junior girls talking about their upcoming SAT exams. It was cute to see someone else freaking out over exams, other than me of course. I remember when I was in their shoes last year – I was a total basket case. Just ask Brooke
and Caroline.
I was in the middle of explaining to them how your TI–84 calculator is your best friend on the math portion of the exam, when Coach Garcia walked into the locker room.
“Let’s finish getting ready ladies!” She said, coming to stand in the middle of the room. “This is our
last game, and you all have quite a crowd out there.”
I finished tying my cleats and quickly pulled a long–sleeved shirt on underneath my jersey.
The moment I stepped out of the school building, I instantly wanted to go back inside. I pulled my jacket around me tighter, hoping to conceal as much body warmth as possible, but it was impossible. The bitter cold November air wasn’t messing around today.
It was freezing shit outside.
As we walked towards our side of the field, I noticed that Coach Garcia wasn’t kidding when she said we had quite a crowd. The usually empty bleachers were now full with students, parents, and even
some teachers.
Peoples‘ parents actually show up to these things?
Aiden was also already on the field, talking to one of the refs and the two of them seemed to be in a
pretty heated conversation.
As soon as we started warming up, I was the first one in line to start running. It was so cold outside, I could barely feel my bare legs.
Screw whoever came up with the rules for soccer that said we can’t wear leggings underneath. This should be considered child abuse,
Just as the girls and I finished our stretches, our principal’s voice boomed over the stadium. “Ladies and Gentleman, welcome to this year’s Senior Night!”
Applause and cheering echoed throughout the stadium. I guess Senior Night is more important than
I thought?
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“Now, we have a special night for our Senior Mustangs.” Principal Peters continued. “Please join me welcoming Bernie the Mustang!”
Wait our mascot’s name was Bernie? How did I not know this until now.
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Next, the stadium speakers began playing an old Avicii song.
A few seconds later, Bernie came running onto the field followed by the cheerleaders. I immediately spotted Caroline at the forefront waving her pom–poms around like a mad woman.
Oh, sometimes
I get a good feeling, yeah
Get a feeling that I never, never
Never, never had before, no, no
I get a good feeling, yeah
“Now, I’d like to have Coach Garcia join me up here as we welcome our seniors onto the field for the
last time.”
Where the hell was I during last year’s senior night because I certainly don’t remember it being this
extravagate. All they did was line them up and had their friends brought them posters. There was no principal speaking, no music, no cheerleaders.
I watched as Coach Garcia made her way to stand next to Principal Peters, a broad smile on her
face. Compared to her, Principal Peters was a midget. He was a short man in his late fifties with a
bald spot that only a hair transplant could hide, meanwhile Coach Garcia towered over him.
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