Pitiful I Know

Chapter 9

I needed a shirt.

Badly. My arms were all sticky from touching the wet fabric, and it was just getting fracking uncomfortable.

I didn't have any spare shirts in my locker and I didn't have time to go back home and get one.

If Vanessa had still been here, I would have been okay. The girl practically brought her whole wardrobe to school in case she felt like changing.

But she wasn't here anymore and I needed a shirt.

I practically ran out of the school, checking the time on my watch every two seconds. I couldn't be late for my shift again. Katy would be pretty pissed.

I stormed through the doors that led outside to the big soccer field, where I knew I would find Tyler, practicing soccer with his friends, and ran to it.

My pace automatically slowed when I saw him, playing with the soccer ball, doing is little master tricks, and talking with a girl.

What are you up to you little tweed? I thought.

I wasn't sure what I should do. Should I just scream at him something very embarrassing like hey, don't forget that doctor appointment for your hitching down below or should I just throw something at his stupid face?

My thumb involuntarily went to my index to turn my ring around, a tick I had when I was pondering, but I realised again that I had lost it.

I pushed that thought away when Tyler saw me and burst into laughter.

"Well, well, well, what'd ya know? Did you forget how to drink? Or were you in a wet t-shirt competition? I thought it was cheating to wear a bra?" he said when he could manage a breath.

The girl beside him looked at him with something close to dumbstruck awe and giggled.

Ew. Gross brother was gross.

"Seriously Ty? That's just gross," I answered him.

"So, I'm guessing you want something from me," Ty said clearly enjoying my suffering.

"Yeah. I need a shirt. Like right now," and my voice made him understand it wasn't time to mess with me.

Tyler just nodded and ran to the other side of the field, where his bag probably was and left me with infatuated girl.

"So you're Tyler's sister, right?" the girl asked me.

I shouldn't be taking it out on her because, my mood wasn't her fault, but I really didn't want to chitchat. "And you're the girl who's unbelievably fallen for my brother's complete lack of game? But hey, don't worry he got his penicillin shot last week, his syphilis is long gone now."

I grinned, leaving her confused and started to walk across the field to reach Tyler.

As I was doing so, someone kicked the soccer ball and it almost hit me right in the face, if I hadn't been quick enough to catch it. I looked around to see who kicked it and when I saw Landon, one of Tyler's best friend and team mate, laughing. I kicked the ball goalie style and heard the satisfying sound of the ball hitting flesh.

"You better think twice next time you try this, you dim-wit," I yelled at him and flipped him off.

"Hey, hey, hey! Calm down," Tyler said, running towards me.

"I'm not calming down! I'm pissed right now," I complained, feeling like kicking something.

"What's wrong?"

"What's wrong? You have to ask?" I hissed, showing my shirt, "I got fracking spilled with fracking Gatorade by fracking Blake I'm-a-fracking-ass Eaton!"