Coached ➳ l.p [au]

chapter 11

(A/N: Sorry for the l8 update! U still love me though right???)

The dreadful week with Harry has passed and I can't take it anymore. Well honestly, I was getting used to his slave-like routines with me, but that's what I can't take.

And I hate to admit it, but I missed what Liam and I would do.

We haven't spoken in four days because my devil of a mother had forgotten to take away my phone and while Liam and I were in the middle of talking about how unfair Coach Harry is while working, she marched right in and took it. I pray she doesn't find out my password and look through my pictures.

I'd hate to see her find those shirtless pictures of Channing Tatum.

While Liam and I were apart, every now and then i'd glance out the window to see the now scattered flowers in the grass that now read "You a eat ful" and laugh to myself. Some animal must have picked at the flowers. Either that or someone in the neighborhood is out to get me.

Maybe i'm just paranoid.

Tomorrow I was going to see Liam again, and a strange feeling was inside of me. Excitement? Psh, no. Okay, maybe a little. But don't tell anyone or i'll feed you to the alley cats up the neighborhood.

"Jolissa," my mother knocks on the door and I roll my eyes while swinging it open to face the devil.

She holds out my phone, "Here. I hope you've learned your lesson."

Yes, i've learned that next time instead of storming off, I should've thrown my pasta at your perfect face.

Instead of mouthing off, I take my phone from her.

"Is there something you'd like to tell me?" She raises an eyebrow.

"No- oh I mean, sorry." I mumble the last part because she doesn't deserve my apologies. Even the ones that lack sincerity.

"Good." She says, "Also, your father and I won't be home until late tonight because we have business to take care of. So you will be here alone, is that okay?"

They're probably going away just to do the nasty.

"Sure." I mutter. I'm a loner anyways. Daisy and Laura are always together and i'm a third wheel all the time so what will it matter if i'm home alone. I don't care.

Who am I kidding, I care.

"We could drop you off at Daisy's if you'd like-"

"No, it's fine. I'll stay here," I interrupt her.

"Okay, love you. Call me if you need anything."

"You're leaving now?!" I say too loud and then covering my mouth when I realize. I really need to work on my voice volume. I swear one day i'll be screaming at the top of my lungs and naming it the great invention of power whispering.

"Yes, Jolissa. We have alot to do,"

"Okay, fine. I'll call you if I need anything then." I say before she agrees and walks away.

Translation, I won't call.

Great, in the house alone with nothing to do.

Well, it's not like I'm never home alone because I remember this one time in eighth grade I stayed home alone for three hours without supervision. Now that I think about it, that wasn't anything. Now i'm staying here for the rest of the night basically! Suck it up, Jolissa. You are nearly eighteen.

I really need friends. Real friends.

Speaking of friends, I look down at my lit up phone screen.