CHAPTER 10: He's basically the reincarnation of the devil

How hard is it to grasp "I want to sleep, it's the weekend" – those seven simple words in English? Well, it is technically hard if you're considering three idiots taking in that simple request. First of all, logic and understanding and smartness and basically anything to do with brains – it didn't exist in their fat ass dictionary. Secondly, who are we talking about here?

Yes, that's right. My brothers. Oh, look at how miserable I sound.

Planned time of waking up was definitely at around 11 or 12 o'clock. But dear Jason – I'll start with him first because oh boy I have a long list of complaints to go – decided to wake me up just to ask me where all his Cheerios were.

I very sweetly and politely told God that I would confess to Jason about his precious Cheerios only if he made Caleb trip over my soccer ball. But I told you, the universe forces are strictly against anything Summer Jones wishes for.

Even if it was 5 minutes of priceless sleep.

All I know after that is that my pillows and feet had a nice conversation with his face.

Next up came Aaron who entered my sleep zone wailing like a mad banshee on the loose. I mean come on, who the fuck gets sad over Baywatch episodes not airing? Not my fault his porn sites don't work anymore.

This time, he didn't utter a single word from his mouth after staring at my glaring, bloodshot eyes. Let me tell you, no one messes with my sleep, especially during the weekends. That is my time, bitches.

Well, Draven didn't actually wake me up – he accidentally punched my bedroom door which hit the wall with such a thud that I stood up abruptly – mind you with one eye still closed – and I was even afraid the wall would break down.

So, here I stand on a Monday morning, amidst the swarm of hundreds of students, all wishing to have a good life – some reading for pop quizzes and surprise tests, some walking past thinking of their graduation speech (what even?), some making out and some yawning and tearing up.

That some was only me.

If NASA announced for any volunteer to sleep for 60 years in space so they could monitor... stuff, I would go there walking on my knees. For real.

Even if they don't pay me. As long as they give me good food later on as a reward.

Well, it should include waffles with lots and lots and lots of Nutella with blueberries and whipped-

"What's crawled up your ass today?" Maddie interrupts my precious imagination of the most desirable thing in the world.

Don't worry waffles. Thy queen shall return to thy world.

I should really start paying attention to Ms. Grey's literature class.

"Sorry to disappoint you, not a dick. It's a bloody Monday. What do you expect?" I deadpan and sigh as I turn and walk a few steps towards my locker.

Tryouts' results were coming out today and the word nervous was clearly an understatement considering the obvious lack of sleep yesterday night and the feet-dragging process all the way from the car to the block.

I wasn't doubting my skills or anything – obviously not – in fact, I was just worried about what I would do if I don't make it to the team. One, I would definitely sue the school for being bloody sexist.

Second, I would crawl under a hole and hide there for 50 years instead of becoming the Goddess of Embarrassment.

She considers herself as my best friend you know.

"Sad, Summer. I get it you don't wanna talk to me now that you have your little boyfriend..." Maddie sniffs and pretends to be chipping her nails off, pouting at the same time.

"What in the fudge nuggets did you say?!" I immediately shut my locker and stare at her with wide eyes.

"Yeah Summer. Word spreads. I know about your boyfriend." She grins and skims her fingers across my locker.

"Which fucking boyfriend is this? Is it called blind dating?" I shriek, clearly out of my mind and breath.

"Oh, come on. No need to overreact. I was just talking about Caleb."

My jaw drops, my eyes wider than before, my brain goes into a frenzy and my fists clench at that jerk's name. I couldn't comprehend the stupidity of this situation.

Let alone me getting a boyfriend (even if that's never gonna happen), the mere thought of Caleb being my boyfriend is utterly repugnant. It would happen the day pigs fly.

Thoroughly impossible.

"I'll rip your heart out vampire-style if you ever take his name again in front of me..." I whisper intimidatingly and for a moment I do see worry and fear flash across Maddie's eyes.

Nice personality I've got, no?

"Relax... Summer. Haha. I was just...umm... kidding." Maddie shows me all her 32 teeth, still cowering under me. I retreat and brush my palms against each other, smirking all the while as I managed to get my threat across.

"Fine. No need to go all FBI on me," I roll my eyes as she continues, "What was the deal with him anyway?" Maddie asks as we continue walking down the corridor, heading for room 47 for our psychology class.

I still wonder what kind of drugs I was high on when I chose the ultimate hell path of my life – the psychology class. I mean it was all mind games and interesting stuff and cool stuff and you get my point. But the thing was it was purely a waste of time. Mrs. Shelley never ever stepped in class at the right time and when she did arrive, all she would do is glare at us for 3 seconds and then resume to whatever she was doing on her phone. For some strange reason, she always smiled creepily at her phone.

I have never even tried to look at her phone you know, even under the excuse of going to the bathroom.

Nope. Never. Such a good girl, aren't I?

"Ah, nothing. He is just a pain in the ass. A fucking big pain." I growl at the remembrance of his thoughts and my fists unknowingly clench.

I seem to be doing that a lot nowadays; coincidentally only when Caleb is around.

What can I say? He brings out the worst in me.

"How are you this abnormal? We are talking about the Caleb Anderson. How the hell could you call him a pain? He is so hot!" Maddie sighs dreamily, her hands joining at her chest.

"Oh snap out, Maddie," I hit her with my books and go on, "Just because the guy has an okayish face and some washboard abs, doesn't mean he's an angel. He's basically the reincarnation of the devil." I roll my eyes as I reminisce all his mean remarks and egoistic attitude.

"Okayish?! The girl said okayish! What has this world come to?" Maddie shrieks dramatically as she gives me a horrified look.

"My question exactly, Maddie. What has this world come to if you all consider him nice and hot?" I say as we finally reach our class and take our seats in the middle of the room.

"You are legally blind, Summer Jones. I mean, just picture this. You're finally in the soccer team and you get to see shirtless Caleb in his glory. How amazing!" She grins and pats my back.

"How disturbing! I could imagine the first part of what you said – making it to the team. However, I'll have to disagree with the Caleb shirtless part. Not appealing at all." I sigh as I realize this would be a long day spent on convincing Maddie that Caleb is merely a jerk and not an angel as she considers him to be.

"You're clearly delusional, Summer. Whatever that happens, I'm sure you'll eventually warm up to Caleb."

Me? Warming up to that jerk?

Hell no.

Absolutely impossible.

Not even a question.

"Shut up, Maddie. If only you knew how he was. That jerk." I've probably said jerk for a thousand times now.

"I know, okay. You just met in the wrong circumstances."

"It's not my fault his face came in front of my soccer ball at the wrong time. Okay, fine. I did apologize for the hit – genuinely. But no! He had to bring his bloody egoistic nature in between and he totally blew off the matter. He overreacted like a little bitch." I grit my teeth and cross my arms over my chest in anger.

"Damn, girl. Harsh, much?" She raises her perfect eyebrows and asks me. I ignore her question and look at Mrs. Shelley entering the class and giving us her famous glare. Just as I had said, she went on furiously typing away on her keyboard.

I don't know. Was I harsh?

Whatever. He was rude as well so all I did was just answer him back and I guess that just gave birth to the ultimate war between Summer and Caleb.

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I apprehensively walk towards the coach who was standing with a few boys, conversing about some techniques considering his hand movements. I suddenly stop as I see Jason and Caleb talking, just a few meters away from the coach.

I turn and walk back hurriedly. What the hell was Jason talking to Caleb about?

Right. He was the captain.

And Caleb, a good soccer player – I hate to admit that.

I spot Austin walking in my direction, a smile etched on his face.

"Summer! Hey. Seen the results?" He says as he pulls the strap of his bag on his shoulder.

"No... not yet. I'm actually looking forward to that. Do you think you could check them for me... from the coach I mean?" There was no way I was walking there without even receiving a few taunts and glares from my potential mortal enemy.

"Actually, the coach doesn't have them. They are up on the noticeboard. I was just coming to get Caleb so we could go check them. Poor guy received quite a hit on his nose from you." He chuckles while I stand there glaring at him.

"Well, I did apologize. I don't know what would get him to accept the damn apology." I say irritatingly and continue, "Anyways, wish you luck for the team." I walk swiftly past him towards the West Block, where all announcements were put up on the noticeboard.

I make my way to the noticeboard where a few boys were gathered. I recognized a few of them from the soccer game on Thursday. They look back at me and I consciously look down at my shoes while my hair was covering my face. Thank the gods above my hair decided to be obedient today and I left them open.

After most of them were gone, I stand in front of the glass, my fingers skimming across it. I slowly slide it down the glass as my heart beats rapidly, wishing my name was there and constantly believing dad's words.

Aaron Jones.

Well, at least one of us is there.

Have faith, Summer. It's all gonna be okay.

Caleb Anderson.

Now that huge part of me that eagerly wanted to be in the team kind of reduced at the sight of this name.

Ignoring the fury in me, I continue reading through the names but the disappointment was growing fast as I couldn't spot my name anywhere.

Then, there it was. Dad's dream. My goal.

Summer Jones.

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