Ty1201: So I know you? Are you one of my brothers idiotic friends?
Football4life: Well I know of your brother, but am not friends with him. I am the same age as you, and we went to the same middle school, and we will both be freshman’s this year. Just give my name a guess.
Ty1201: You on football team?
Football4life: Obviously..
Ty1201: STFU. >:I
Football4life: Its Ryan you stupid asz.
I starred at the screen, and my fist where clenched. I hated Ryan.. Ryan Bell… he was the most popular guy in my school, and he always messed with me and made fun of me, because I am like a tomb boy. I wear big shirts, ripped up jeans, converse, messy bun, no makeup, I pretty much look like shit everyday but do I care? Nope. He likes to make my life a living hell.
Ty1201: Whatdya want bell?
Football4life: Come on Crutz you don’t hate me that much do you?
Ty1201: What. Do. You. Want?!?
Football4life: Just wanted to talk to an old friend. 😉
Ty1201: Don’t you fckin piss me off you stupid mofo.
Football4life: so mean… you hurt me.
Ty1201: Screw you bell.
Football4life: at least I am not a little dike. You should really try being a girl sometime..
Ty1201: what like you?
Football4life: aren’t we just a little joker huh?
Ty1201: of course.
Football4life: You know you want me.
Ty1201: I know I want to kill you. Your just an idiotic boy that can’t get any and you’re a ugly piece of poop, and your stupid, and I feel bad for your parents because they have to see your face every day. No wonder they need to wear glasses. Im surprised I don’t buy know.
Football4life: Your gonna regret that Ty Crutz
Ty1201: never Ryan Bell.
I logged off, and slammed my computer shut and I felt fume coming out of my ears. I stood up from my computer seat, and ran my hand into the wall.
“ DAMNIT!” I cried gripping my hand. That hurt. That freaking hurt! I jumped around my room holding my hand and biting my lip. I tripped over a pair of shoes that where on the ground and went face first into the floor. “ Ow,” I groaned laying there. I heard laughing and I looked up and saw my brother and all his friends standing at my door looking at me and they were laughing their asses off. I got up and a growl came from the back of my throat.
“ So! Hilarious!” Clay laughed. He had one hand on the door frame, because he was laughing so hard. i walked over to my dresser, and pulled out a bears shirt, pair of black skinny jeans, and I walked past the guys to go into the shower. I walked in and shut the door, and jumped in the shower and took a quick shower. I jumped out of the shower, and slipped on my clothes, and ran a brush through my hair, and let it fall down my back. I looked at my hair in the mirror. It was light golden brown and it was curly, and fell down my back. They were not nice curls either. They were all over the place, and messy. It totally said BED HEAD! I picked up my pajamas and put them in the hamper. I opened the door, and went to go step out and my foot landed on something and I went tumbling forward. I fell face first into the wooden floors, and laid there for a few minutes.
“ Aghh,” I groaned sitting up. I stood up and rubbed my nose, and looked down at the ground, and saw my skateboard? What the hell? That thing was in my closet. I picked it up, and sighed, and walked down the stairs. “ Who used my skateboard?” I called out. I walked into the front room, and everyone was sitting on the couch watching TV, and I glared at them. “ Like I said… Who used my skateboard?” I asked a little louder. They all looked at one another, and pointed towards one another. I sighed, and shook my head, and walked out of there. I slipped on my converse at the front door, and before I closed it I called out, “ I’ll be back later!”
“ Where are you going?” Clay asked getting up and walked over to the front door. I walked down the stairs, and I saw him standing their looking at me. I put my skateboard on the ground, and turned towards him.
“ Just gonna skate around… it’s not like I have any friends to go hang out with,” I smirked. Clay shook his head and sighed.
“ Got your phone?” he asked. I patted my back pocket, and nodded my head, and I put one foot on my skateboard, and I was gone.
“ See you later!” I called out while I was skating down the street. I skated down the street, and it went down, and I went pretty fast while going down the slope. I was going fast down the slope, and my hair was whipping behind me. I looked up at the intersection and saw two cars coming. How do I stop? I tried to brake, but then my skateboard hit something, and I started to rock, and I went flying forward. I brought my hands in front of me, and tucked my head in, and felt the impact of the road on my body, and I groaned. I went rolling forward. I laid in the middle of the street, and I went to get up, but I felt a horrible pain on my head. I touched my head and looked at my head, and saw red blood. I groaned, and I heard a car door open, and someone ran over to my side.
I felt someone put their hands on my shoulders, and have me sit up a little, and I looked into a pair of green eyes.
“ You alright?” he asked. I nodded my head and sat up a little more, and I was known in a kneeling position. I took a deep breath, and touched my head, and flinched.
“ Damn,” I muttered.
“ What’s your name?” he asked again. I groaned, and tried to stand up but that was a major fail. I fell on my ass, and my head was pounding so bad.
“ Ugh, Ty,” I mumbled.
“ Do you need me to call someone to come and pick you up?” He asked. I shook my head, and pulled out my cell phone, and the screen was cracked. I flipped it open, and I tried turning it on, but the screen was black, and wouldn’t turn on.
“ Actually yeah I do,” I sighed closing my phone. “ But I don’t know their number,” I sighed again. Damn… I don’t even know my own brothers number… that’s just sad.
“ Maybe I know the person,” he said. I nodded my head.
“ his name is Clay Crutz, you know him?” I asked. He looked at me shocked and then nodded his head.
“ Actually I do know him… he and I are on the football team. Question is how does a girl like you know him?” he asked looking at me.
“ A girl like me?” I asked glaring at him.
“ Well yeah…” he said fading off. I raised an eyebrow at him, and he pointed to my clothes.
“ You look like a guy,” Someone said. I looked up and saw another guy standing their looking down at us.
“ Come on Roger,” The guy that was next to me said.
“ Tony you know it too,” Roger laughed. I growled, and pulled away from him, and stood up.
“ Well I am fine,” I said and walked towards my skateboard and picked it up. Tony walked over to me.
“ Come on… hang on im going to call Clay,” he said. He flipped open his phone and started to call him.
“ Maybe this is Clay’s dike,” Roger laughed. I looked at him and glared.
“ hey Clay? Yeah there is a girl here… she is hurt, and says she knows you… I don’t know her name here talk to her,” Tony said. He handed me the phone, and I put it up to my ear.
“ Clay,” I sighed.
“ Who is…? Ty? Ty what happened?!” he asked his voice raising.
“ I fell off my skateboard, and hit my head. Come pick me up over at the intersection,” I sighed.
“ How did you get so far?” he asked.
“ I was skating pretty fast,” I laughed.
“ I’ll be there in a few,” he said and then the phone went dead. I handed Tony his phone, and stood there, and Roger was staring at me.
“ What?” I spat.
“ Im serious… are you a girl?” He asked looking at me intently. I clenched my fists, and then I heard a car pulling up, and I turned around and saw clay getting out of his jeep. When he saw me his face dropped.
“ What did you do?” He asked walking over to me, and he touched my head. I flinched back and clenched my jaw.
“ Don’t touch it you idiot,” I said swatting his hand away. he looked down at me, and shook his head. I was looking at my brother, and I noticed we didn’t look much alike. I was short. About five foot three, golden brown curly hair, pale, and silver eyes. Clay had dark brown hair, tan, and bright green eyes and he was about six foot two.
“ Clay what is that?” Roger asked laughing. Clay looked up at Roger, and I saw a flicker of anger fill his eyes. clay put his arm around my shoulder, and started walking towards the car.
“ I’ll talk to you guys later… I got to get my sister home,” Clay said saying sister longest. I turned back and saw the shocked exspression on their faces, and I gave them a smug look and got in the car. He got in and we started to drive.
“ What did they say to you?” Clay asked.
“ Same old. Same old,” I said looking out the window.
“ I hate it when people treat you like that… just because you don’t look like every other slut in this world,” Clay said through clenched teeth.
“ It doesn’t bother me Clay. I could care more or less about what they think about me, because honestly I would rather look like this than a fake Barbie doll,” I sighed. I looked over at clay and he was smiling at me, and I did a faint smile back.
“ Mom called…” he said when we pulled up to the house. My hand clenched onto the door handle.
“ She is not my mom,” I whispered. clay was silent and he didn’t say anything. I opened the car door, and stepped out without another word. I took a couple of steps forward, and I felt all the blood rush to my head, and I stumbled forward, but I felt clay’s arms wrap around me.
“ Let me take you up to your room,” he whispered picking me up. I just nodded my head. Usually I would fight with him about it, but I feel like poop, and I just want to go to sleep. He opened the door with one hand, and when we stepped in I heard someone gasp.
“ What happened?” Art asked.
“ She fell off her skateboard and took a pretty hard fall,” Clay said.
“ Let me take her,” Art said. I felt myself being passed onto clay and I let out a growl.
“ put me down,” I mumbled. I heard clay laugh, and he walked into the kitchen, and Art started to walk me up the stairs. He walked into my bedroom, and he laid me gently down onto the bed, and pulled she sheets over me. I opened my eyes and glared at him.
“ What?” he asked throwing his hands up in the air.
“ Why couldn’t you just let Clay bring me up?” I asked.
“ Because I know Clay would of dropped you,” He laughed.
“ He wouldn’t!”
“ Yes he would!”
“ he is stronger than you Art!” I said shaking my head.
“ Well… he has been at practice all day yesterday, and is tired so he would of probably dropped you,” Art said.
“ Weren’t you at practice too?”
“ I skipped,” he laughed.
“ I hope you get fired,” I grumbled cuddling into my pillow and closing my eyes.
“Aren’t you so nice?” he asked walking out of my room.
“ The nicest,” I called back snuggling into my pillow.