LOGINTiffany
I hate this. I hate what I am about to do. Why do I have to talk with Justin of all people. I take a deep breath, "I would just inform him his coach wants him back in the game," I tell myself. I thought the game was over, I should have done my research on hockey. "Justin Harris!" I yell behind him, but he don't turn. "Justin!" I yell again, and he pauses. "Why are you following me?" He turns around to look at me. "Your coach wants you back before the game starts," I pass on the information. "I'm not playing the game anymore. Go tell him that," Justin says and turns around. "I knew you were an asshole but I didn't know you were a coward too," I scoff, and he turns sharply to look at me. "I'm not a fucking coward, Sherlock," He yells. I hate it when he calls me Sherlock. Just because my surname is Holmes doesn't mean my first name is Sherlock. "Then why are you running away when you face defeat? That sounds like a coward to me," I roll my eyes, and he stomps towards me angrily. I step back as my heart race increases, but Justin keeps walking closer till I am trap against the wall. "You think you're better than everyone, Sherlock?" He asks, and I frown. "You're suffocating me," I tell him as I push against his chest, but he don't budge, he lean into me as I held his gaze. "I'm not a fucking coward," He says and walks away from me towards the locker room. I press my hand on my racing chest, trying to calm it, I have never gotten this close to Justin since high school. I really don't expect me to react like this to him when he is the one person I despise the most. I need to stay away from Justin Harris. - "You didn't do the interview?" Ava yells at me as I slump on the bed. "Says the girl who ditched me," I reply, and she sighs. "Hun, I didn’t ditch you, Finn had a fever, and my phone wasn't with me," Ava explained. "Whatever.." I turn away from her on the bed. "What do you mean you didn't interview them? I may not have attended the game, but I heard news. This is one of the best games in a long time, Justin literally turned things around during the last session," Ava says. "I don't care," I reply. Ava hop on the bed and turn me to face her. "Why? This is where you're suppose to interview Justin and ask what motivates him to play the way he did during the last session, " she screams. "If you have that alone, you could make the front page!" She adds. "I'm not writing an article on ice hockey Ava, I will find another way to make the front page," I tell her truthfully, and she palms her forehead. "I've never seen anyone as stubborn as you, Tiff," she sighed. "Good luck making the front page with science competition and stuff no one gives a shit about," Ava says, and I bury my head in my pillow. I just need to sleep. - I walk into Mrs. Willow's office, and she looks up at me with a frown. "What is it this time, Mrs. Holmes?" She asks. "Is there anything I can write an article on except for ice hockey to make the front page?" I ask, and she sighs, removing her glasses. "I already told you that's the only way you can make the front page, Tiffany you have potential, if you follow the right channels you would make a good journalist, the coach promised to get the players together for an interview, if you can't do it, let me know then I would ask Larry to handle it," she says and I squeezed my palms into a fist. Is this really it? Will I really not make the front page just because I don't want to write on ice hockey? "I will do it after class today," I tell her and she smiled. "Don't let this opportunity slip again," she smiles at me and I nod before leaving her office. I walk towards my next class and got inside, it's a general class, philosophy and logic. I sit next to Ava who was on her phone. "What did she say?" She asks me. "I have to interview the players after class today, she spoke with their coach," I tell her. "If you want your name on the front page, you have to do it hun," Ava reply, not looking up from her Phone. "Who are you chatting with?" I ask. "Finn, he is still having a fever," Ava answer and I nod. "Hey, are you the journalist interviewing us today?" I heard a voice behind me and the first thing I saw was a pair of green eyes. Oh God. He wasn't the one who asked me, though. It was his friend, Aaron, another ice hockey player. "Yes, you have a problem?" I turn my attention to Aaron. "Heyyy chill girl, I just wanted to tell you I won't be able to join the interview, I have a date," Aaron informs. "Why are you telling me, tell your coach, he arranged it," I reply and he rubs the back of his neck. "Well... here's the deal, I don't want coach finding out, I want this between us," Aaron tell me. "I won't cover for you, if you don't want to do the interview tell him," I say and turn away from him. "I told you she was a goody too shoes, Little Sherlock thinks she's better than everyone else," I hear Justin say, but I ignore him. I have no intention of indulging his stupidity. "Oh my fucking God!" Ava say beside me and turn towards her. "What's wrong?" I ask. "Larry posted on his blog," Ava says, showing her phone to me, and my eyes widen. I grabbed Ava's phone from her to look at the pictures more closely. There are pictures of me and Justin in the hallway, the one where he trapped me against the wall. And the caption made my head spin. TIFFANY HOLMES AND JUSTIN HARRIS SECRET RELATIONSHIP EXPOSED!!Justin Tiffany always finds a way to strike where it hurts. “What? I didn’t say anything wrong,” she defends herself. “Being under my father and doing everything he says is never better than ice hockey. You may hate ice hockey, but it’s my life,” I snap at her. She presses her lips together and walks away from me. I don’t go after her. I need to wait for Coach. I want to know what my dad said to him. Grant tells me he saw Bryce talking to Coach, and I need to know what he says to him. I bring out my phone from my pocket to call Coach, but then I see him coming. Yeah... I lied about my phone dying. I just didn't want to talk to anyone, and if I told Tiffany that, she’s definitely not going to like it. “Harris, why are you in front of me?” Coach asks me as he walks towards me before walking 6 me and into the building, I follow behind him. “I heard you spoke to my father,” I start, getting straight to the point. “Oh, yes. He wants you out of the team,” Coach says,
Tiffany.My eyes fling open sharply, my chest rises, and falls rapidly as I blink.My hand goes to my chest, trying to steady my drumming heart.Sweat coats my face and other parts of my body.A nightmare.No... memories.I sit up slowly, my hand still on my chest as I reach for my phone under the pillow.I turn it on to see if it's already 9am."Shit!" I exclaim and hurry out of the bed, bolting to the bathroom.I don't spend up to 20 minutes in the bathroom when I come out to get dressed really fast.I stare at a sleeping Ava, and I smile, I wish I get to sleep in like this.Wearing something comfortable, I put all the necessities in my bag and hurry out of the apartment.I check the time and it is almost 10 am.Mr. Herald is going to kill me._I feel the eyes on me as I walk into the classroom and make my way to my seat.Mr Herald stops talking when I walk in, and I know I am in for a lot today. He will lecture me like his life depends on it.He continues after I've taken my seat,
TiffanyThe man... who I suppose to be Mr. Harris walks up to us and stands in front of Justin, who glares at his father.Well... Mr. Harris doesn't seem particularly pleased to see him either.Now I am curious... what exactly is going on between Justin and his father."Oh, I see you got yourself a girlfriend," Mr. Harris says."Let's go, Tiffany," Justin ignores him and holds my hand, pulling me away."Aren't you going to visit your mother today?" Mr. Harris calls behind us, and Justin halts."None of your business... you never cared anyway," Justin fires and continues walking."Didn't he come to campus just to see you? Leaving him there would be considered rude," I tell him."He didn't come here to see me... he is probably here for coach," Justin replies."Why would he want to meet your coach?" I ask, stopping him and pulling my hand from his grip.Justin runs his hand through his hair and sighs at me while I stare at him, waiting for an answer. "He doesn't want me playing hockey,"
TiffanyI take my seat and still my face. It doesn't matter if he gets hurt. I don't care anyway.My phone pings, and I check it to see a message from Mom."Oh heavens, I forgot to call her," I mutter as I stare at her message.She only wants to know how I am doing in school and asks if I need any help.I never ask Mom for money. I know she's trying her best for both of us, and that's why I work really hard so I don't have to ask her for anything.She has suffered quite enough in this lifetime. She needs to worry about herself more.I assure her I am fine and I don't need any help.The buzzer sounds, signaling the beginning of the next period.I see Justin moving back onto the ice rink. He wasn't that hurt after all.Relief settles in me, but I ignore it and focus on the rest of the game._I stand outside the boys' locker room, waiting for Justin. He insisted I do that to show that I care about him.Justin doesn't come out first,
Tiffany "Justin bought you this?" Ava asks, suprise evident in her eyes. "I specifically told him not to," I reply, letting out a sigh. "Why would he get you a new laptop?" Ava asks again. "Mine fell while I was at his place yesterday, and the screen cracked badly," I explain, and she nods in understanding and then smirks a little. "I didn't know Justin was such a good boyfriend," "Stop it," I reprimand her as I repack the laptop. "I'm sending it back to him," "Huh? No, you won't... you need the laptop, how would you write your article?" Ava frowns. "I would borrow yours... I don't need a favor from Justin," I complain. "Gosh... Tiff.... can you stop already? I will never understand this hatred for Justin, but throwing away a perfectly good laptop because of hate is just plain stupidity. " Ava yells at me. "I would not give you mine if you return this to Justin, I fucking mean it!" She stands up from the bed and walk out of the room. I watch Ava go as I bit my lips. "I'm n
Tiffany*Nine Years Ago, Age 12*I hear the loud thud from upstairs immediately. I walk into the house, and I bit my lips in response.He is at it again.Faint sniffs and sob fill my ears, and I swallow the lump in my throat.I walk further into the living room in slow stride in order not to alert him.Mom always tells me to hide if he gets angry and hits her again, or else I will be the next victim.It happened the last time I didn't listen. We both ended up in a pool of our tears, so this time, I won’t let him.I already hid myself inside the kitchen's lower cupboard when I heard loud footsteps coming down the stairs.My heart races, and I clench my school bag handle like my life depends on it.My life does depend on it. No one could tell what he would do in his angry, drunk state."You better fix it before I get back!" I hear him say, and the shutting of door came after.He







