Hello I'm haven't been on this game very long, but I decided to put my story up on here. I hope you guys like it. •~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ ~•Chapter 1•~ "I'm Counting On You, Princess" “I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.” ― Marilyn Monroe ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• 20. 19. 18. I can feel the sweat beads dripping down the sides of my face, rolling down to my chin, as if my whole body is crying with perspiration. My muscles scream to stop, but I still push them harder. 17. 16. 15. My opponent shoots for the net. I watch intensely as it bounces off the backboard. With the swiftness of a tiger, I jump up and grab the ball in mid-air. I see my teammate wide open and flick my wrists in their direction, watching the bright orange ball soar through the air over to her. 14. 13. 12. We're down, 22 to 24. 12 seconds left. My teammate is blocked. She throws the ball back to me. But I'm still at the half court line . I hear the crowd shouting. "10! 9! 8! 7!" Behind their screams, I hear people screaming my name. "Go Abigail!" "You can do this!" "Do it for the team!" 5. 4. 3. My legs feel like gelatin, and I haven't moved from the half court line. I'm being blocked on either side, I can only go straight ahead. Only one thing left to do. I shoot. The last 2 seconds go by in slow motion. I watch my shot zoom through the air, praying that I got the trajectory right. This game decides whether we move on to state. It goes in. We won. I hear the crowd cheering for me. "We love you Abby!" "Good job Abigail!" "Amazing, Abbster!" I'm swept up off my feet by my teamates. In the excitement, I take my blonde hair out of its ponytail and let it get in my face. I never want to forget this feeling. "We're proud of you Abby!" "You're our MVP!" BRIIIING! What was that? Why was the school bell going off after a basketball game? What's going on? "Abigail Trenton!" I hear my math teacher, Mr. Calko scold. "Are you sleeping in my class again?" I rub the crust from my eyes, shaking off the groggy feeling from my dream. "I'm sorry, what was that? I couldn't hear you over the sound of my not listening." The class giggled at my remark. "Listen here Ms. Trenton, don't think that just because you're our school's star basketball player that you can just doze off any time during class!" "Yea, yea, whatever. Don't get your panties in a twist there Mr. C," I replied snarkily, putting my feet up on the wooden desks. "I need to rest up for the big game tonight, don't I?" More snickers from the class. This got him infuriated. I always find it hilarious when Mr. C gets angry, because not only is he bald, but he's pretty chubby. He must have at least 3 chins, and they all jiggle when he's mad. "Now listen here, don't you be thinking you're all high and mighty just because—" "Watch it, your chin is jiggling again Mr. C. Don't want to cause any more earthquakes like last time, do we?." The rest of the people who until now had been holding back their laughter was now just about bursting to tears now. His face got red as a ripe tomato. "I'VE JUST ABOUT HAD IT WITH YOU AND YOUR BACK TALK YOUNG LADY! I SWEAR, IF THIS SCHOOL WASN'T COUNTING ON YOU—" "Ahem." There was a lady in the doorway who cleared her throat. "Excuse me, but is that the way we address out students here, Marion?" You could see his pig-face start to get sweaty. "Um... Uhh... No... Sorry Principal Trenton." I smirked. "Hey mom!" I exclaimed cheerily, waving wildly. "Marion" grunted furiously. "And what is your reason for visting us here today, Mrs. Trenton?" Mr. Calko implied. "Well, Marion, it seems that even though the bell rang 6 minutes ago, you still have not released your students. You know Mr. Calko, our three strike rule goes not only for the students at this school but the teachers as well." "Oh, um, I see. Well, sorry about that..." he mumbled. "Er, CLASS! YOU ARE DISMISSED! With that I could finally get out of this dungeon. I hated being in this room, because not only was there no window, but Mr. C decorated it with nothing but Bon Jovi posters and figurines. Some people claim to see him kissing one of his life-size mannequins when he thought no one was looking, but I'm not sure if they're just rumors. Right before I turned the corner to my locker, I over heard a brief snip someone's conversation. "Can you believe her? She totally gets away with whatever she wants just because her mother is the principal here. I mean, who does she think she is?" I would recognize that voice anywhere. Jace Millsaps. My fists clenched and my muscles tightened at the sound of his voice. I felt the hairs stick up on the back of my neck at the very thought of him. I was the captain of the girls basketball team, and he was the captain of the boys, so naturally, we always fought over who has the court at what times. He was my worst rival, apart from the snotty rich kids at Riverview Middle School, who we were playing tonight. His friend, Collin Barns started talking. "I don't know man, but you've gotta admit, that was some pretty funny stuff back there in math. Mr. C got so red he looked like a turkey with all that flab hanging off his neck." I couldn't help but giggle a bit, as I took this as a compliment. Of course, I didn't realize that they can hear me. "Hm..... I wonder who that could be?" Jace said sarcastically. He turned the corner and saw me standing there, pressed against the wall. "Well, I'd say we have an eavesdropper here. Why have you been listening into my conversation?" He questioned. His face was getting extremely close to mine, and his hand was against the wall in such a way I couldn't escape. He had a wicked smirk on his face that just made me want to slap him. I'm not so good at resisting urges. "Oww! What was that for?!" Jace exclaimed, putting his hand on the huge red slap mark on his face. "That's for talking behind my back. You should be more careful about who you insult," I warned. "Oh that's right, I'm sorry, Princess. I forgot you have everything you want at the snap of your fingers," he retorted, his deep blue eyes sneering. "I do not!" I objected, shoving him off of me. "Yea, yea. Good luck at the basketball game tonight!" he said, walking away with his hands in his pockets. "Princess." I could feel my face getting red as a ripe tomato. "Don't call me Princess!"
“Reality continues to ruin my life.” ― Bill Watterson, The Complete Calvin and Hobbes •••••••••••••••••••••••••• Abigail's POV I can't believe the nerve of that guy. Who does he think he is? Angry, I saunter to Ms. Decker's room for science, my blond hair falling over my freckled face. When I get there, I find Jace in the seat next to mine, which is supposed to be unoccupied. Giving him a death glare from the doorway, I pull my textbooks closer to my chest. In response, he grins innocently and waves at me. God, he's annoying. I walk over to Ms. Decker where she stands by her desk. "Excuse me, but why is he here?" I questioned, saying the word "he" kind of like most people would say "cat vomit". "He's not in the advanced class." She paused, pressing together her "Actually, starting today he is. I hope you won't mind having to sit by him, will you?" She answered, pulling back her curly dark brown hair. I was about to protest, but Ms. Decker was one of the few teachers I actually liked, and I didn't need Jace to have another reason to support his theory that I get everything that I want. "N–No thats fine," I stuttered, sulking as I headed back to my seat. As I walked back I overheard many of the girls talking about him. "Ehmygawsh, he's soo cute!" "Is he single?" "I love his hair!" It was sickening. I was sure to give him my best evil eye before sitting down. Jace started slowly clapping, sarcastically nodding as he stared at me with his deep blue eyes. "Wow, the Princess can actually have manners? Are you sure you're feeling alright? Someone, call an ambulance!" he teased. "Hahaha, very funny. Now shut up. I'm trying to focus on what Ms. Decker is saying." I said, narrowing my eyes. "What? You mean you're not gonna sleep? I thought you needed rest for your big game tonight?" he mocked. "I said, shut up!" "Whatever you say, Princess." he taunted. I really do need to come up with an insulting nickname for this guy. ••• Jace's POV I find it amusing how much it pisses her off that I call her "Princess." Most of the girls at this school would love it if I called them that. But not her. Why was that? I had better hair than half the girls in this school, and I've gotta say, if I was a different guy, I'd turn gay for me. I caught myself staring at her throughout science. Her strait golden-blond hair fell perfectly on her toned shoulders, almost like a waterfall of honey. I coughed, which somehow got me out of my day dream. Wait, what the hêll was I just thinking about? I don't need a disobedient brat like her. When science was over, I rushed out of the classroom before she had the chance to say anything to me. My next class was on the other side of the building, and I needed to stop by the nurse for a cough drop. Of course, on my way down, I was stopped by none other than Veronica Mathis. "Jacey-Poo! I got you a present!" She said. Not only was Veronica head Cheerleader, and also my girlfriend. "I hope you like it. I made them myself!" she said in her uptight, nasally voice, handing me a sack of almost blackend cookies. "Oh, um... Thanks..." I said, pausing. "But no thanks." I pushed the cookies back into her hands. Veronica's face dropped. "Why not?" she squealed. "Do you not love me anymore?" Her eyes twinkled with small teardrops. I paused, thinking of the right words. "Well, let me put this strait... You're an annoying, whiny little brat, and I'm sick of all your bullshît." There. That sounded sbout right. Veronica's eyes started to water. "But... But... NEVER TALK TO ME AGAIN! We are over! I'm breaking up with you!" she said stupidly, twirling her long, strait hair. Dumb blond. "Nice try, but I just broke up with you. Now if you'll excuse me, I have classes to attend." Because of her I never did get my cough drop.
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