Getting out of the game

                                    

                                          
OMG! I'M SO SORRY FOR THE LATE CHAPTER, I WAS KINDA HAVING A WRITERS BLOCK, BUT FEAR NOT I'VE OVERCOME IT! YAYYYY! I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS CHAPTER AND DON'T WORRY I'LL UPDATE ANOTHER ONE SOON.
                          
HAPPY READING MY LITTLE KILLERS!!
                          
PIC OF BECKY!
                          
                       




                          
Chapter 17

                          
"Miss Graham, if you don't participate in this game with your fellow teammates, I will have to cut you from volleyball and give you detention for the rest of the week."
                          
It's not that I was trying to be rude to Coach Jones, I just couldn't join in on the game. I loved volleyball, it was the only game involving a ball that I was good at, and I took pride in the fact that I was one of the best players on my team.
                          
However, I don't want to play because that would mean changing into shorts and a belly top. I had no problem with showing a bit of skin, but this time I was determined not to. I knew the looks I would get if they found out what I was desperately trying to cover up.
                          
"I'm sorry Coach, but I've been experiencing bad cramps all day, I just don't think I'll be able to play today."
                          
The lie rolled off of my tongue effortlessly, but from the way she folded her hands and quirked up her eyebrow I knew that she didn't buy it.
                          
"Miss Graham, that was your excuse last week, either you join the team or I kick you off."
                          
I didn't want to be kicked off, but I couldn't play, I knew that there was only one person that could get me off the hook and I wanted to kick myself as I retrieved my phone to text him.
                          
Me: I need your help
                          
K: Where are you?
                          
Me: In the gym
                          
K: on my way.
                          
When I raised my head from my phone I saw Coach Jones giving me the stink eye. I could tell that she didn't appreciate the way I just ignore her to send my text. I knew that her dislike for me would increase more when she sees who I was texting.
                          
"Miss Graham, this is the last ti―"
                          
She was cut off by the doors to the gym opening. Everyone turned to see who it was and they all gasped in surprise when the saw Killian.
                          
He stood at the door for a bit taking in the scene before. The room was filled with girls, including Becky, and they were all standing behind Coach Jones who was standing in front of me.
                          
Without saying a word, he walked over to us, his face clearing showing his displeasure. His eyes bored into mine and I tried not to look away. I still wasn't talking to him, after that night in the limo, I decided that I wasn't going to speak to him unless I absolutely have to.
                          
He slipped his hands around my waist and I tried my best not to react to his touch, but it was no use, my body had a different idea from my head.
                          
"What's going on?"
                          
I knew the question was meant for me, but his eyes were on Coach Jones. Her head tilted as she stuck her nose in the air, clearly showing her irritation at his interference.
                          
"Mr Black, I fail to see what any of this have to do with you."
                          
I almost felt sorry for her when Killian let go of me and took a step closer to her. I watched as her eyes widen and she swallowed in fear. The amazement that I use to feel at seeing people shrink back in fear of Killian no longer affected me. For me it was more of a 'really?' feeling. Come on people, he's just one guy. I mean, granted he's a very well built guy who works out first thing in the morning and last thing at night, but doesn't mean everyone should be afraid of him.