My Made Coach, chapter 3
Jordan's POV
When I woke up, my head was on Tre's shoulder and he had his arm around me. He looked really cute in the mornings... and when he slept. Am I really thinking this? I have a boyfriend. It's illegal. He doesn't like me. He's my Made coach. He stirred and woke up.
"Hey." He said smiling.
"Hey." I looked at the clock; it was 6:45.
"What time is it?"
"6:45," I answered quickly.
"When does your school start?"
"8:30," he gave me a shocked look.
"Lucky, my high school started at 7:15."
"Sucks for you."
"Yeah."
"I should... get ready for school."
"Okay."
1 Hour Later
I looked at myself in the mirror. Short-shorts, my 'Ramones' t-shirt, Green Day hat, and converse.
Perfection... at least... in Tre's eyes. And that was perfection to me.
I opened my door and ran downstairs.
"I need to get to school."
"Here, I'll drive you." Tre said.
"I can drive myself, I have a car for a reason."
"No, I need to talk to you."
"Fine." I grabbed my backpack and followed him out to his car. We both got in and he started down the road.
"You live a long way from your school."
"I know."
"So, this new look... looks... good on you."
"Thanks."
"One thing needs to change... " he reached over and tipped my hat to the side.
"Much better," he said, smirking at me.
"So, tell me about this boyfriend of yours."
Oh shit.
"Well, he's a year older than me, he's really nice, and he's polite and h-"
"Boring! Tell me the fun stuff. Have you slept with him?"
Silence.
"No."
"Why not?"
"Cuz I don't want to."
"How long have you been going out with him?"
"Two years."
"Wow, that's longer than one of my marriages." I laughed.
"Is he hot?"
"I think so."
"Has he ever cheated on you?"
"Once."
"Who was it with"
"His ex-girlfriend, Candice."
"Is she hot?"
"Yes, and it sucks."
"Wow, do you trust him?"
"Yes."
"Does he support your choice to become a drummer?"
"Not really."
"Why not?"
"He doesn't... I don't know."
"Why doesn't he support you?"
"Because he doesn't want me to have a living, okay? He's a football player and he's already guaranteed a spot with the Raiders as a fullback. He wants me to stay at home while he goes and plays football for a living."
"Wow."
"He wants to get married, he wants to have kids, and he wants to have a life. But he doesn't want me to have one."
"What's his name?"
"Michael Lange."
"I bet I can kick his ass."
"I doubt that. He's incredibly strong."
"Sure... so he wants to be with you... forever?"
"Until he finds a girl who's hotter."
"Good luck finding that." He said under his breath. He didn't think I heard him... but I did.
He pulled into a parking spot in front of my school.
"Okay, bye Tre."
"Hold up, I want to meet your friends."
"Okay." I got out of the car and we walked into the front office. We both got nametags and wrote names on them. He wrote Tre Cool on his and I wrote Tre Sexy on mine. He laughed when he saw mine. We walked out of the office and walked around for a few minutes. The first person we came across was none other than...
When I woke up, my head was on Tre's shoulder and he had his arm around me. He looked really cute in the mornings... and when he slept. Am I really thinking this? I have a boyfriend. It's illegal. He doesn't like me. He's my Made coach. He stirred and woke up.
"Hey." He said smiling.
"Hey." I looked at the clock; it was 6:45.
"What time is it?"
"6:45," I answered quickly.
"When does your school start?"
"8:30," he gave me a shocked look.
"Lucky, my high school started at 7:15."
"Sucks for you."
"Yeah."
"I should... get ready for school."
"Okay."
1 Hour Later
I looked at myself in the mirror. Short-shorts, my 'Ramones' t-shirt, Green Day hat, and converse.
Perfection... at least... in Tre's eyes. And that was perfection to me.
I opened my door and ran downstairs.
"I need to get to school."
"Here, I'll drive you." Tre said.
"I can drive myself, I have a car for a reason."
"No, I need to talk to you."
"Fine." I grabbed my backpack and followed him out to his car. We both got in and he started down the road.
"You live a long way from your school."
"I know."
"So, this new look... looks... good on you."
"Thanks."
"One thing needs to change... " he reached over and tipped my hat to the side.
"Much better," he said, smirking at me.
"So, tell me about this boyfriend of yours."
Oh shit.
"Well, he's a year older than me, he's really nice, and he's polite and h-"
"Boring! Tell me the fun stuff. Have you slept with him?"
Silence.
"No."
"Why not?"
"Cuz I don't want to."
"How long have you been going out with him?"
"Two years."
"Wow, that's longer than one of my marriages." I laughed.
"Is he hot?"
"I think so."
"Has he ever cheated on you?"
"Once."
"Who was it with"
"His ex-girlfriend, Candice."
"Is she hot?"
"Yes, and it sucks."
"Wow, do you trust him?"
"Yes."
"Does he support your choice to become a drummer?"
"Not really."
"Why not?"
"He doesn't... I don't know."
"Why doesn't he support you?"
"Because he doesn't want me to have a living, okay? He's a football player and he's already guaranteed a spot with the Raiders as a fullback. He wants me to stay at home while he goes and plays football for a living."
"Wow."
"He wants to get married, he wants to have kids, and he wants to have a life. But he doesn't want me to have one."
"What's his name?"
"Michael Lange."
"I bet I can kick his ass."
"I doubt that. He's incredibly strong."
"Sure... so he wants to be with you... forever?"
"Until he finds a girl who's hotter."
"Good luck finding that." He said under his breath. He didn't think I heard him... but I did.
He pulled into a parking spot in front of my school.
"Okay, bye Tre."
"Hold up, I want to meet your friends."
"Okay." I got out of the car and we walked into the front office. We both got nametags and wrote names on them. He wrote Tre Cool on his and I wrote Tre Sexy on mine. He laughed when he saw mine. We walked out of the office and walked around for a few minutes. The first person we came across was none other than...
