<Coach Styles>

Seven-

Enjoy!
Neely's POV:

Making it through the hellish first three classes of the day, I sighed as I sat down in fourth period and was dreading lunch. As Mr. Horan droned on about the transcontinental railroad, I felt Lucy tap my shoulder.

"Where'd you get that shirt? You have a new bae you haven't told me about?" she whispered with a smirk. "Is it Colby's? I know how much y'all like to tease each other. You finally hit that?"

"If you don't want me to bring up your real name, shut up," I laughed. She went by Lucy but her real name was Lucius. I know. Don't say anything.

"Okay, okay, but you've gotta tell me what hot boy you snagged that shirt from at lunch."

"Girls," Mr. Horan called. "I'm sure talking about Kim Kardashian is a lot more fun than this, but I need you to pay attention or at least pretend to."

"Sorry," I sighed, looking down at my paper and continued writing.

"Don't worry. We were actually talking about you and how you're a wonderful teacher," Lucy replied with her signature sarcasm that usually got her in trouble.

"I'm sure." Rolling his eyes as he continued with the lesson, I stayed quiet and continued to copy notes until announcements came on. Hearing Principal Malik's familiar voice, I tried to listen for anything that applied to me.

"Girls basketball pre season conditioning has begun. You must have a physical to participate. Any girl interested can stop by Coach Styles' room, room 942 to sign up. Tryouts will be the first week of November," he announced and I saw Colby move in his seat to look at me.

"You trying out?" he smirked.

"Obviously," I snapped, rolling my eyes.

"You're not gonna make it, you suck. Hey, Rex!" he laughed. "She's trying out." Him and Rex both laughed together.

"Shut the fuck up, Colby. You're only reflecting your insecurity about being short onto me and you play shitty church ball." The bell finally rang and I got out of my seat, eagerly walking to the door and feeling Colby poke my arm.

"Don't fucking touch me," I snapped, punching his shoulder and walking out of the class. Colby and I had been arch-enemies since first grade. I don't think there was a day that went by that he wasn't an asshole in some shape or form. He left me alone after my parents died, but now he was messing with me again full force. Walking through the lunch room, I spotted Coach Payne with a salad in his hand and he was arguing about something with Coach Winston. Coach Winston was a global studies teacher, and asshole extraordinaire. Everyone in the school hated him because he was always a bitch about giving homework over the weekend and projects as well.

"Neels!" Someone shouted and I turned around to see Lucy walking toward me with a plate of fries.

"Tell me where you got this amazing shirt," she gushed as we walked toward her usual table.

"From a friend." It was only half a lie, I didn't want to make it seem like there was something going on with Coach Styles because there wasn't.

"What friend? You don't do friends."

"You're my friend."

"I'm an exception. Now spill."

"I got it from Collin," I lied and she began squealing like a five year old at Disney World. Collin Stapleford was the hottest boy in our school and a varsity basketball starter for three years in a row now. If I had really had his shirt, half of the student body would've probably trampled me for it.