Margaret Harrison's crush on Star Quarterback Derek Travis was a pain that burned her quietly as all things do, but when he's paired as her counsellor-in-crime at Camp Happy Sun's during the Summer, it's soon understood she doesn't burn alone.
And...
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Chapter Song - Not Thinkin' Bout You by Ruel
"You're a bleached boy." Cackled Matthew, a receiver on the team, as I slouched behind the school by the dumpsters.
I sucked a drag of my cigarette and ignored him - he was a scoundrel with a hyena pitched laugh that only triggered more.
"What's with the blonde tips?" Issac questioned as he blew out a puff of his own smoke.
It was a fucking scandal of a picture with football players slouched behind the back of school smoking, something coach would slice our necks for if he caught us. But who were we to care, what would happen to us white boys?
"Nothing." I answered blandly to bland people.
"Nothing?" He pestered with a trying smirk. "Sounds like a chick when she's mad."
The hyena in Matthew snorted. "Currently my girlfriend, she hates smokers."
"I think she just hates you." I stated.
He laughed like I was joking.
I fucking hated these guys. I should've just stayed home or pissed off through the city. School was a hell haven for me, and I could never decipher which light yanked me harder; flames or a moon?
The school bell rang so I snuffed my cigarette under my beat up shoe my father frowned upon, and ditched the guys to begin a day of tunnel vision. An entire year of these asshole buffoons that bunny hopped their way to the top.
As I brushed into the crowd, earning some iceberg greets from a couple of team-mates, the corner I turned to for escape soon became my vast enemy;
There she was.
And there I went.
***
"Ten laps for warm up, stretch, then we'll get started on drills!" Coach demanded in his brusk, gravely voice ragged from decades of cigarette use.
I ran a hand through my hair, this week had been shit. The past three weeks had held complete and utter disdain towards me and from me simultaneously. And though blame could be shoved onto outside forces with ease, I knew that I wasn't a person to be swayed easily.
Yet, here I was.
"You coming?" Asked Matthew.
"Yeah." I replied, standing and following the team as we began our warm up laps around the football field.
After school practice was the bane of my existence in this present time - it used to be whatever, it used to be fine. But with Jaxon running sprints nearby and the cheerleaders conducting practice too close to the home of my heart, it was not whatever.
It was not fine. But whatever.
Matthew didn't keep to my side as I sped away from him gradually, I'd rather run on my own inside my tunnel of clouded vision than be clustered inside it also.
