New Girl

Chapter 2

Basketball Game

I woke up to a knock on my door. "Hey, dinner's ready." My dad said. I got up and checked the time. 5:00 PM. Almost time for the game. I groaned. Why did I agree to go? I have no interest in him! He rubbed me the wrong way, I have a bad nagging feeling about him. I wish I could cancel. I stretched and got up. The smell of chicken filled my nostrils causing my tummy to growl.

"It smells good." I said.

"Eat." He said delightfully.

I ate and then washed dishes. "You ready to go?" My dad asked standing up from the kitchen chair. The basketball game. Right.

"Yes, let me just brush my teeth and get a coat." I said hurriedly.

After I brushed my teeth I went to my closet to get a warm coat to go over the sweater I have on and a scarf. The temperature most likely dropped, it was 50 degrees earlier so it was probably around its 40's now and it's bound to drop more next month. I whimpered. I definitely miss the San Diego weather.

"OK I'm ready." My dad was on the couch, his eyes were starting to droop making me feel guilty.

"Let's go." He said smiling, acting as if he weren't tired. He headed out while I stayed behind to lock the door. There were ten minutes left for it to turn 6 'o clock. My heart started pounding fast at my nervousness. I really don't have a good feeling about this. Calm down. I scolded myself. Just because he's a flirt doesn't mean something bad is going to happen. Besides, we're going to be in a public place. "Call me before the game is over so you won't have to wait outside for me."

"Okay." I got off the car. "Thanks dad." I closed the door and walked inside heading towards the gym. I gasped stopping dead on my tracks realizing I didn't know where the gym was at. Shit! I don't see anyone around to ask either. Maybe if I just keep walking I'll find it... I checked my phone and saw that it's 6:05. The game most likely started already. I kept walking and eventually heard cheering, I walked towards the noise. Jack Pot! I smirked.

"Hey, new girl!" Drake yelled. I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment. Half the people in the seats were looking at me, including the players. I didn't dare look at them. I kept my gaze on Drake. Drake made his way towards me. He looked worn out, and his steps weren't straight... he hugged me tight and was about to give me a kiss on the lips, but I pushed him off with all the force I had. I frowned bewildered. I then smelt beer and cigar all over him. I crinkled my nose. Oh my god. He's... faded. I knew I shouldn't have come. My heart started racing. Maybe this was a bad idea...

"Get off." I said harshly.

"Live a little." He put his left hand on my waist and I pushed it off discretely so no one would see the exchange. He got the message and just walked next to me towards the benches. I made sure there was a gap between us at all times. This is so not how I pictured my first day at school to be. Throughout the game he was either cussing or yelling - never cheering. Odd thing was that he was cheering for the opposing team. I tried ignoring him, but his annoying voice made it impossible. 

"Stupid players. They don't know how to fucking play." He cussed at the opposing team. "Come on! Get the fucking ball!" He yelled. People didn't bother turning around anymore. They got used to his yelling and profanities. The good thing was that there weren't any children near us. I didn't bother trying to shut him up. He's drunk and most likely high. I do not want to deal with him intoxicated. I sighed. I do not want to be here. I got up and was about to leave. However, he tugged at my sweater making me nearly fall on the bleachers. I yelped making people turn around this time. I gave them a smile to assure that I was fine. "Where the hell are you going?" Drake asked rather loudly. "We're still on a date!" He exclaimed. All his words were coming out slurred due to the alcohol. People shot me more worried glances. I continued to smile at them reassuring them that I was okay, but I wasn't so sure I was. Inside I was scared. "You don't leave until I say you can leave." He said harshly this time in a low voice. I swallowed, staying quiet. I don't want to cause a scene. My heart was racing. I looked at the score board to see how much time was left and sighed when I saw that there were only a few seconds left.