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Freaked

by Emma Hayes


"Great job today, Hollywood. Varsity." Coach Ron said, handing me a towel.
"Thanks, coach." I said, smiling. He punched me in the shoulder.
"Dont suck up. Even though youre a girl. No suck-ups. See you at Thursdays practice." He said, handing me my football jersy.

Yep, only girl on the Senior Football team. I love the thrill. The only thing is, my twin. I took off my pads, revealing my bright orange tank top. i took off my shorts letting the world (aka no one) see my black and pink underwear. i heard the door open.
"*CENSORED*." I muttered under my breath and backing into the corner.
"ARE YOU DESCENT?!" my identical twin, Kayla called. I hate that girl. We are identical except that we have totally different personalities and she has blonde hair.
"No. Go away!" I yelled.
"Well, hurry up! You need to drive me to Kristin's house!" she screamed back. Ah, Kristin; the Queen Bee's slave.
"Whatver! I'll be out in a few minutes!" I yelled. I heard the door close again. I grunted as I grabbed my jeans and put them on. I slipped my "Lobo's Football" shirt over my long, natrally curly dark brown hair. I brushed it out of my face and I sllipped my feet into my black high-tops. I heard my cell phone going off informing me that I got a text.
"Where the hell are you? -K" I texted back.
"Shut up, brat. Im coming. -H" Okay, I guess I didnt explain. Everyone calls me Hollywood... Even thoguh Im totally boring. Whatever. I slung my football bag over one shoulder and my messenger bag over the other. I scuffed out of the locker room. I almost ran into Mr. Popular, Austen Allen.
"'Sup, Hollywood." He sneered.
"Shove off, Austen." I said pushing against his chest to get his away. I grunted and body checked him into the wall.
"Nice." He said, walking off. I rolled my eyes and walked out the door to see Kayla leaning on my car, twiling her golden hair and tapping her Prada shoes. I looked into her white rimmed, Paris Hilton glasses.
"Could you take any longer?" she scoffed.
"yes. Want me to next time?" I asked sarcasticly, unlocking the doors and climbing into my Jeep Cherokee.
"Whatever." she said, clipping herself in. We drove in silence to Kristin Block's mancion. Kayla climbed out and walked up to the front door. I rolled down the passeneger window, and being the good sister I am, yelled:
"Be back by ten!!" SHe lloked around and glared at me.
"Betch." I muttered under my breath. I grabbed my baseball cap and slapped it onto my head. I pulled it down close to my eyes. I turned up my music to a song I didnt recognize.
"Next up is Underdog, by the Jonas Brothers..." The DJ said.
"Shes an Underdog..
Lives next door to me.
Shes always heard
But it dont amount
ti anything.."
I smiled. It was a pretty good song. I drove up to our mansion. I looked up at it. Ew.
I started to walk inside when a squeeling came from two women in the kitchen.
"Of course! She'll love it!" My mother gushed. I walked up a flight of stairs to the dining room and catiously waundered in. My mother was sitting at the tanle with a nice looking women with dark, curly hair.
"Uh... hi?" I said, looking at the pair of women. They stood up.
"This is her."My mom said, looking at me. I stared back. "Emiliee, this is Denise." SHe said, walking towards me, Deinise following behind. I stuck out my hand. Denise smiled and took it gently.
"hello, Emiliee. Nice to meet you."  She said nicely. I forced a smile... It probably looked like a grimace.
"You too. So... What were yall talking about?" I asked slowly.
"Well... Mrs. Jonas..." My mother started.
"Jonas?" I gushed.
"Yes." SHe smiled. My jaw dropped. I swallowed and let her continue.
"Well, Denise, her husband, and her sons just moved in across the street. They need a full-time babysitter! Plaese?" My mother asked. Deciding not to be rude in front of Mrs. Jonas, I sighed.
"Why not." I said tonelessly.
"Thank you." Denise said, hugging me, but thewn relizing that I was all sweaty and removing her hands from my back. "Can you come over tonight at 6?" I looked at the clock. 4:30.
"Uh. Sure." I pointed to the stairs. "Im gonna, uh, take a shower."
"Good." My mother said. I rolled my eyes and ran upstairs. I heard my mother say, "She is really a good kid... She plays football... But I wish she was more like Kayla." I looked down at the only thing I had that was girly. My diamond "E" necklace. I sighed and retreated into my room. I ran to my closet, pulled out denim bermuda shorts and my clean football jersy from last year. I ran into the bathroom. I ran the water and stepped in. The warm water rushing over my acheing body. I looked at my stomach. A big, purple bruise was forming on my stomach.
"Crap.." I mumbled.



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Freaked
Chapter Three
By Emma Hayes

I walked back down the spral staircase and sat down on the couch with "Pride and Predjudice." Ugh. Boring book. I slammed it down and stared at the wall for a few minutes trying to figure out what to do for a few hours. I looked over and saw a desk against the wall with a notebook laptop on it. I stood up and sat down at the desk. I logged on to Joe's account; "password" was his password! SOMEONE isnt very creative. I went onto the internet ans studied the boys for about an hour and a half. I looked at the clock. 10:56 pm. Ugh... What could be taking sooo long? I watched a few videos and then logged off and curled up on the couch. I was awoken by the sound of the phone ringing. I got up slowly and answered it.
"Huuuullllooo?" I said slowly.
"Emiliee?" It was Denise.
"Yes?"
"Hi honey. We're on our way home. Is Frankie okay?" she asked. I heard Joe randomly scream in the background. Then Denises voice again, "Joesph! You cant just scream whenever you feel like it!" Then his voice again, "Sorry, Mommy." I giggled quietly when I heard him call her "Mommy."
"Yeah... He fell *yawn* asleep quickly." I said.
"Oh, sweetie, you sound tired. It'll be another hour until we get there, why dont you go to sleep." She said in a motherly tone.
"Thanks Mrs. Jonas." I gushed.
"Please, call me Denise." She said kindly.
"Okay.. Well.. Goodbye." I said.
"We'll see you soon!" she said. "Bye!" We hung up. I went back and collapsed on the cold leather couch. I shivered and with that I fell asleep again.

When I awoke I was being carried through the cold night air with a fleece blanket around me. I half-opened my eyes to see joe focused on carrying me back to my house. I yawned again and put my arms around his neck. He looked down, obviously surprised that I had woken up.
"Hey." he whispered.
"Hmmggellooo..." I slurred. He laughed. I braced myself against his warm chest, smelling his... smell. We walked into my house and I heard Kayla shriek.
"JOE JONASSS???? Oh my god!! Ohmygodohmygod!" she squeeled. Joe shushed her and she glared at me. I could see him frowning as he saw we were (almost) identical. We climbed up the spiral stairs, and he managed to find my room. He layed me down as if I were a baby, and layed down next to me. He put his arms around me. I gasped as his arm hit my stomach. I waited until he was asleep and then removed his hands from my body and got up. I went into the bathroom, on the way grabbing some pj shorts and a red wife beater (i have a thing for those). When I came back out, I layed as far away from Joe as I could. But I was asking myself in my head..

"Why am I afraid of love?"

Instantly, I fell asleep.

I woke up to Kevin's yelling.
"Joe!! You probably scared her.. or.. or.. pushed her off the bed or something! Mr. insensitive!" He yelled at pitiful Joe, who was sitting on the edge of my bed.
"*ahem*" I cleared my throat. Kevin came over and sat next to me, utting his arm around my shoulders. I scooted away.
"Oh.. sorry." Kevin got up. "ARe you okay?" He ask3ed.
"Yeah, Im just fine. But if you please, could you leave I sorta need to get dressed..." I asked, pointing to the door. Kevin nodded and gave me a friendly hug. This time I hugged back. Joe looked at me, looked down and walked out of the room.
"Ignore him." Kevin said as he walked out. I grabbed some basketball shorts.. yet another black white beater and retreated to the bathroom to put my clothes on. After, I put on more black liner and grabbed my Vans and slipped them on. I put on my newsbo cap and headed down stairs, my long hair bobbing up and down as I went. Kayla stood at the bottom, wearing a denim mini, MINI skirt and (boob-)toob top and some crappy-looking wedges.
"Now, what the HELL did you do with Joe last night?" She asked angerly. I grabbed my longboard off the wall.
"i didnt do anything. It was HIM making the moves." I said, mocking her tone.
"And did you accept them?"
"Ew. No. Hes my friend, not my lover."
"Good. 'Cause he's mine."
"I wouldnt count on it." I said, going out the door. As soon as I closed the front door, I heard her stomp up to her room and I saw her look out the window, and I looked back.
"PONED!" I screamed. She flipped me off. I rooled my eyes and skateboarded towards my best friends house, Tasha.
I couldnt wait.

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