Carter Miller, is a freshman at UNC. Attempting to run away from her small town in New Hampshire with her best friend Tori by her side isn't as easy as she suspected. With family troubles and her own, she has enough trouble already. That is until sh...
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My muscles are so fucking sore.
Coach had us run suicides today because of major fuck ups on Saturday. Then, I had run an extra mile because I missed my morning class.
With very good reasoning.
Imagine my surprise when I wake up already pissed to call from my father. He has the courtesy to tell me they are coming to my next home game. My dad has never been my biggest fan. All he does is push and push and ask for money and then push some more. He's a douche and I hate him.
Then, Kristen and her bitch fit happened. All in all today has not been great and I just want to sleep. I can't sleep because I have a current events paper to write that is due Friday.
Today is just not my damn day.
Only Trey and I stayed back to do an ice bath while the rest of them headed back to the house. Jeremy had to get back to study for some statistic quiz. Braden was meeting up with some chick and Robbie just didn't care enough to stay. Trey and I just pulled up to the house. The two of us are slow moving after practice due to the fact we are both rundown. Trey pauses pointing at a random car parked on the street in front of our house.
"Who's car is that?" Trey asks pointing to a white Volkswagen Jetta. I furrow my eyebrows at the car and take note of the UNC sticker on the back.
"Must be Braden's hook up for the night?" I say but it's more of a question. I have never seen that car before and it's not a North Carolina plate.
"Probably. Who fucking knows, did you know that he brought Lacey back on Saturday?" Trey states as I lock my car. I give him a look. When Carter and I were full on make out in the middle of the dance floor, Lacey and Braden were close by. After Carter dipped due to Julie puking via the many shots Trey and Carter's friends got us.
If it weren't for that I would have taken her back but I wasn't going to get in the way of her taking care of her friend. To be truthful, it was refreshing to that her and her friends have each other's backs.
"Nah. Maybe he will finally get it out of his system," I state putting my bag on my shoulder. I wince but try to ignore the ache in my shoulder. My right shoulder has been sore recently. I take a mental note to grab ice and Advil from the fridge.
"That's what we hope but Braden gets attached," Trey says following me up the porch stairs. I roll my eyes at him but he's not wrong. I swing open the screen door and am met with the loud voices of my teammates. Probably over a video game. The usual shit they argue about.
"No fuck you! Lisa Vanderpump is a fucking homie," Robbie yells crossing over from the kitchen into the living room. He doesn't even look in our direction.
"I never said she wasn't but sometimes she annoys me," Jeremy voice comes from the living room. I roll my eyes at their stupid conversation over whatever it is that they are talking about. Pretty sure it's a show they started watching because they couldn't find anything else to watch. Apparently they settled on whatever the hell that was. Trey rolls his eyes and dips into the kitchen while I turn into the living room.
