I'm The Geek Who Slapped A Football Player.

18 - Scream-Chiming

Chapter 18:

 

            Heyyyyyy!!! I’m so soooo sorry its taken me so long, here it is!! :D

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            When I got home from the game, I was tired and frustrated. Yet somewhat satisfied.

            We won the game, six to nothing. Scarlett said that O’Bruman was one of the toughest teams we’ve ever played, and had I not been rooting for Sebastian’s demise, I might have seen the better points of the game. I’d begrudgingly agreed with her, but I wasn’t angry or anything. I’d actually had fun with Scarlett and Farida.

            Quenby could crack a good joke, but still looked like she secretly wanted to push me down the bleacher stairs. Sigh. Add her to the list of People Out to Kill Me. Ashleigh relaxed later on, but still wouldn’t talk to me much. Her brother’s a third string tight end, under Graham Beltzer (ugh. And not that I understand what third string means either…).

            Though I’d had a pretty dang decent time with Scarlett and her friends (mainly just Farida…), I’m frustrated because:

 

a) Abel basically cornered me, seemed to notice that my face replicates a tomato in his presence, and then weirdly decided to ‘believe’ me. I have to get proof that Flora’s out to murder me.

b) I won that damn t-shirt!! God it was embarrassing as hell when the stupid camera person (if I could find them I’d smash that damn thing on their foot) zoomed in on my face! I’d been red-faced and confused and shocked!!

c) Sebastian literally went into hysterics when he saw my face on the screen. I’d somehow heard his stupid idiot laugh over all the madness around me, and saw him sitting on the sidelines, clutching his stomach, laughing like he was about to die. I hoped he would. Choke on laughter you jackass!

d) The proof that I have to get to Abel so he’ll believe me that Flora’s the one out to get me rather than the other way around is with Sebastian. It’s the video he showed me when Flora and I had our ‘fight’. Getting it from him will be the hard part.

           

            Sighing, I throw my purse on the couch and walk into the kitchen. I stop. It’s so weird that my parents aren’t home. Like, all of the lights are off and it’s quiet. Not like my parents are loud, but the TV was usually on or I could hear them talking. I flick on the kitchen light.

            I wander over to the fridge and see some notes taped to it. One’s from Dad, saying to remember to turn off the TV before I go to bed, and that the extra house keys are under the door mat. What? Why the crap’s he telling me the keys are under the door mat? I frown. My Dad is so weird.

            The second note is from my Mom, and it drones on and on about locking all the doors and windows, that her baseball bat is now under my bed, no parties, no one over unless I call, and that I call whenever I need to, whatever time it is. It also said she loved me. Aww.

            The last note had Gramps and Gram’s number on it, and a list of emergency numbers too. There’s leftover lasagna in the fridge. Also written by my mom. She loved me again. Aww.

            I opened the fridge and grabbed out the container of lasagna. Heated some on a plate in the microwave and then sat down at the kitchen table with a glass of milk and was just going to stab my lasagna when something caught my eye.