Chapter 11 - Serious Trouble

Coach Z had me cornered. Figuratively.

“I didn’t say it!”
“Yes you did! I heard you!”
“You were asleep!”
“That didn’t stop us having a conversation.”
“It wasn’t a conscious conversation!”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning we both had no control over what we were saying!”
“You did! You’re the one writing this story!”
Crap. This wasn’t good.
“It wasn’t me!”
“Then who was it?”

I didn’t bother trying to answer. I’d run out of words, and Coach Z was running out of patience. I had to end this argument before Bubs came back, or it would be all over for me.

“Fine. I said it. What are you going to do about it? Throw me in jail for all eternity?”
“Who’s to say I wouldn’t?”
“What is your problem? What have you got against me being-”

I couldn’t continue. There was no need.

“Look, Coach...”

Oh God. I was going to be in serious trouble for this. But what else could I do? I grabbed him by the collar and kissed him. Unfortunately for me, Bubs chose that exact moment to walk back into the house.

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The Cheat stormed out of the house.

“That friggin’ idiot! How dare he! I can’t believe he did that,” bla bla bla. The Cheat’s rambling gets pretty boring after a while. Whatever. All you need to know is that he’s off to get his computer back.

“Hey! Why did you cut off some of my dialogue?”
Why are you characters all so rebellious?
“Because you’re a crap narrator.”
Hey, shut up! I’m the one writing this story!
“I heard you got sprung by Bubs a couple of paragraphs ago.”
Ooh, you’re gonna pay for that.
“Says who?”
Me. Duh.

“I don’t like you.”

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