The Window Pane.♥
Prologue
"Miss Spyder, your grades dropping at an atrocious rate! I'm going to need to contact your coach about this if it continues."
My art teacher had pulled me into the hallway to tell me that I had bad grades?
"Look, I don't mean to offend you, I think you're an awesome person. But taking this course wasn't my choice, my mother suggest I take it. Drawing in a sketchbook weekly and getting graded on it really isn't my specialty."
"Your specialty? Tara, you're not even trying. You haven't done a single one in 6 weeks! The semester is almost over, you'll need to take a exam on this for mid-terms!"
I sighed.
"Okay, I'll try harder."
Mrs. Peterson smiled at me and walked back into the classroom.
I watched the clock for the rest of the period and finally the day was over.
I got dressed for field hockey and went out to the field early. It was a long hike to the field, but field hockey players of all people could definitely handle it.
When I got there, my coach was already there.
"Uh, coach? What are you doing here so early?"
"Ah, Tara! I was showing just about to show my nephew the school grounds!"
"Your nephew?"
The most gorgeous person I've ever seen got out of the black SUV.
"Yeah, hey, why don't you come help me with the water!" The boy and I went and got the two huge water jugs and brought them to the benches on the field.
We were out of earshot of Coach Larkyn, and he smiled at me.
"Um, my name's Wyck."
"I'm Tara." I smiled widely. ATTRACTIVE PERSON TALKING TO ME.
He laughed, and gestured to my coach.
"My uncle thought if I helped out with the field hockey team, it would look good on my college apps. I don't think I'll put it on there, though. Maybe more manly things?
"Yeah, maybe. Where do you go to school?"
"Marilyn Rose Central."
"Ooooh, our rival?" I winked at him.
"Yeah, my girlfriend plays for their field hockey team, too."
'My girlfriend'? My heart dropped.
"Oh who?" I tried to sound happy and excited.
"Nikki Soloman. Do you know her?"
Yeah, she's a sk*nk and she cheats at this game. She steps on your field hockey stick and lifts the ball into your face, forcing you to sit the whole game. Last year, Nikki injured four of our players in one game, two of which had to go to the hospital. We had to play down one person for the rest of the game. We were the MVPs of our teams and given enemies. But all I said was:
"Um, yeah. I think I've heard of her."
And then hell froze over in my head.
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