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Accidental Love [Chapter 18]
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 Created on 12-13-07
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Chapter 18
Sophie stared at Anna as she dropped her clothes in shock. Hearing the belt hit the floor snapped her out of the trance. Stacie and Anna were both looking at her curiously. Stacie grinned. Sophie bent down and hastily retrieved her clothes.
“Oh,” She said in a high-pitched voice. Sophie’s heart fell to the floor and she felt her lips tremble. She was on the verge of crying.
“That’s good,” She said, anger flooding into her voice now. She slammed her locker shut.
She forced a smile on her face and added for her satisfaction,
“I think Logan could’ve done much better,” Sophie said with a shrug and then flashed a grin, “But hey, his choice.” She clicked on the lock and spun the dial to mix up the numbers.
Stacie scowled and stomped out of the door. Anna ran after her, wanting more juicy details.
Sophie sighed and slumped down to the floor. She rubbed the sides of her head and stared down at her sneakers. I knew this was coming, she thought sadly, I chose Austin instead of him. She stood up to leave.
She is so dead today, Sophie thought as her face darkened. Volleyball may be her game as well as mine, but today, ha, it’s only MY game. She strode out of the locker room, confident.
Volleyball Games
Stacie sat on the fake sand her school court had, and warmed-up. She saw Sophie walking out of the room next, sitting farthest away from her. She began her warm-ups as well.
“Okay, today’s the first volleyball game of the season. You guys are all here for a reason. To play. We’re going to start with a game; I’ll divide you guys up and then the floor is yours.” The coach said out loud.
Sophie breathed out as she did her exercises and listened to the coach yell out names for people who were on the Red team.
Please don’t let that bitch be on my team, Sophie prayed.
“Sophie,” The coach yelled out. She held her voice as she waited to see if he would call her enemy’s name.
“And…Stacie!” The coach finished. Sophie groaned and got up to get on her side of the court.
“Everyone else, you’re on the green team obviously. On your sides.” The coach boomed.
“Sophie, you serve.” Everybody stood up and bent their knees slightly, ready to bump the ball up if it came their way.
Sophie ran to the corner and realized Stacie was in front of her. Got you, she thought evilly.
Sophie tossed the ball up and bumped it, not towards the net, but at Stacie’s head.
“Ow!” Stacie cried out, rubbing her head furiously, as she turned around to glare at Sophie.
“Sophie, what the hell was that?” The coach yelled from the sidelines.
“Sorry, Coach, bad start.” She yelled back.
“Sorry,” She said sarcastically to Stacie. Their eyes locked as Sophie bumped it over the net the right way.
“Fucking bitch,” Stacie muttered loud enough for Sophie to hear.
Sophie fought the urge to yank out her hair. Instead, she focused on the game.
She saw the ball heading towards an open space where no one was covering it.
Sophie and Stacie both dived down on the sand to toss it up. Stacie pushed Sophie out of the way and volleyed the ball.
Sophie stood up and brushed the sand off, angry. She saw Stacie get up and grin triumphantly.
Sophie had enough. She stormed right in front of her and shoved Stacie hard.
She screamed, “What the fuck is your fucking problem? Don’t you know how to play the game, bitch? Or are you too stupid to understand?”
Stacie lost her balance but regained it again, with her eyes narrowing,
“I DO know how to play the game unlike you, what the fuck, you can’t even serve the ball right and you’re talking.” Stacie shoved her back.
“That only thing you CAN do is play with a guy’s feelings,” Stacie added, still screaming.
The entire gym fell silent. Even the teachers were in shock. Sophie glared back and didn’t waste a minute.
“Oh right, and who should know that better than YOU. Everyone knows you’re going out with Logan to get back at me. YOU just can’t accept the fact that I’m better than you in volleyball.” She retorted.
Stacie felt her face grow warm. “And you can’t accept the fact that Logan likes me and not YOU,” Stacie sneered,
“But I understand why, I mean, come on, who would date whores?”
Sophie’s fists balled up as she tackled Stacie and knocked her to the floor.
Stacie dug her nails into Sophie’s face. Sophie felt her flesh rip underneath Stacie’s nails.
Sophie punched Stacie in the mouth and pulled her hair as hard as she could.
She got in two more punches before, she felt herself being drawn away from Stacie.
“Put me down!” She yelled, “That fucking bitch needs to shut the hell up.”
“I need to shut up?” Stacie yelled back, “You need to DIE.”
Whoever was holding her dragged her outside the door and slammed it shut. He finally let go of her (it was obvious they were male hands.)
Sophie walked straight over the door and kicked it as hard as she could.
“UGH THAT SLUT.” She exclaimed, frustrated. She whirled around to see who had stopped her from permanently destroying Stacie’s face.
The look on his face was horror and shock, plus a bit of confusion.
It was Logan.
Sophie’s mouth hung open as she tried to find words to say.
She wanted to yell at him, for asking her out.
She wanted to cry into him, and tell him she loved him.
She wanted to die, because she had punched someone he cared about.
“Logan, how did you get here?” She managed to say.
He ignored her question and said in a low voice,
“What happened that you had to beat up my girlfriend?”
She took a deep breath before launching into an explanation.
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i would cry. =[
keep me posted? thanks.
keep me posted?