Page 31 of Playing with Fire

He turns his phone toward me so I can see a video of Jaxon and me having a pushing match from earlier.

I mutter "Oh my god" quietly.

As I walked away Tristan and Nolan burst into laughter. I picked up another cone and place two scoops of ice cream on top. As I finish ringing up the previous customer, I brace myself when another patron reaches the register.

I say her name "Nina" in a quiet voice. She calls out "Emerson" in a sweetened voice which always feels forced to me.

I explained her total debt while taking note of her scant clothing. The top she wore was so low-cut it was the lowest I had ever seen paired with jean shorts that seemed bound to cause a wedgie.

Her bra hung completely outside her body just like her breasts. I already mentioned that they gave him their full attention.

I sighed with relief when she left. I glanced at the clock and frowned because I still had another hour ahead.

Kill me now.

My wishes were not fulfilled yet I managed to endure the terrible sixty minutes. The job was amazing; however, every night wouldn't match this experience.

The experience was draining because I endured the piercing shrieks of some girls which felt like scratching my ear drums.

Their giggling wasn't much better.

But now it's Saturday. And it's game day.

The sound of the front door slamming shut was what brought me out of sleep. I settled back onto my pillow thinking El and Ty had just departed.

Since the game started at two it meant that the current time was likely twelve.

The realization brought an audible groan from me before I pushed my head back and began to get out of bed.

I sleep too much sometimes.

When I go downstairs to the kitchen space, I spot my parents who appear neatly prepared. They are fully dressed for the day and prepared to leave with their morning responsibilities completed.

Me, I'm nowhere close to that. I enter the kitchen with my hair in a messy ponytail and pajamas while feeling hungry.

"Morning, sweetie." my mom says, sipping her coffee.

"Morning, Mom," I say with a yawn.

I move into the pantry and take a box of cereal from the top shelf to grab it. I fill a bowl with cereal and find a spot to sit at the counter.

"So, when are we leaving?" I ask in between bites. My dad looked up at his phone. "One-thirty. Do you want to drive?" he asks with a smirk. I smile. "Of course. I'll be extra careful."

I spent most of my time in my room during mornings which were quiet as usual before we left. When I arrived at school for the day my parking spot turned out to be way down the line.

The game attracted a large crowd, and I noticed schoolmates who were leaving their cars to walk toward the field.

There were no available spaces in the stands except for those at the top. The game lacked the intensity of an in-season match yet provided sufficient experience for the season's conclusion.

The game kicked off right after we arrived while Hazel and Kylie arrived shortly after. We walked away from my parents whom I adored to stay with my friends instead.

During the first half I felt sorry for the opposing team. They showed promise but our team performed at a superior level.

I understand that this may come across as arrogant, yet it reflects reality.

The scoreboard showed 35-14 as the third quarter concluded. No additional points were scored by either team for the remainder of the game. We won 49-28.

The stands erupted with hoots and hollers while loud applause and cheers sounded throughout.

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