Playing The Game

Abusive Love(?) Triangle

   Katelyn Tarver is the girl above and who I like as Avery. I don't know, she's just adorable.

   Song for Avery would be Break Away by the great Kelly Clarkson.

   There's a lot of drama in this chapter, well, sorta. Teenage drama, the best kind I hear.

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   Final score last night; 42-10.

   The Knights destroyed the Vikings, that was an easy battle between the two. Despite my healing bruise I was able to play to the best of my game. I had a long night of telling everyone what to do but it'd been worth it. The game had high spirits and happy players.

   My dad boasted to his friends endlessly, content with his mystery quarterback. Spencer gave me a bag full of chocolates at the end and during the game he waved his sign with dignity. The crowds reactions, my dad's exuberance, the players smiles, my own glee. It made me realize how silly my previous jitters were, the moment my feet hit the field I was able to forget.

   Though the game and party were complete successes, I'm bone-deep sore and missing my bed. I planned a whole day of sitting around my house and doing nothing. Alas my best friend got something else in that thick head of his. Austin texted me at the crack of dawn and in desperate need of refreshing my memory as to why I sit here, I take out my phone and read over his message;

7:14 am

      Austin (my bitch)

Av's meet me at the Java at 10.

CODE RED, I REPEAT, CODE RED.

Please hurry, my life is potentially ruined.

   Its 10:26, Austin is no where to be seen. In the mean time, I play Candy Crush on my phone and take a drink of my smoothie.

   Hearing frantic footsteps, I spot him from a distance as he power walks to me. He heavily takes his seat, yanks off his sunglasses and threw them on the table.

   My eyes roam his torn face. There are bags under his blank eyes, his cheeks are hollow and covered with a five o'clock shadow. Normally Austin's outfits are well put together, today his has on a grey hoodie, grey sweats, and running shoes.

   "You look like hell." I state.

   "I haven't slept. Or eaten. Or even showered." He runs a hand down his ragged face.

   "Because..?"

   "Fucking Ivy."

   I lean back and smirk, "What'd she do? Key your truck? Strip tease a teacher? Offer Father Jude a BJ?"

   Austin met my playful gaze with unhumored eyes, "Worse."

   I drop any form of joking, "Spill it."

   He hides under his hands, "I cant say it, that fucking whore screwed me over. Fuck Avery, she did me wrong. I was only ever nice to that whore!" he bangs his fist on the table, rattling the salt and pepper.

   I smile hastily at the people around us, they pick up their food and leave. Good, more privacy.

   Austin would never call any girl such names; Ivy must've made a major mistake.

   "Tell me. I'm your best friend, I can help you." I take his hands away, holding them in mine, "I wont judge you." Words I long to hear someone say to me and actually mean it.