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that much. He could do much better than that. She supposed he just wanted to start small and work his way up.
Do you want to know what it was?
No one showed up for practice Friday.
Not a disaster. But it put Shelley in a bad mood. Who would cancel practice?
Shelley found out after calling a half-asleep Kyle.
"What are you doing calling me at such an ungodly hour, Shell?" he asked groggily.
"I want to know why no one is here for practice!" she shrieked.
"Brandon called everyone last night. He said you cancelled it and asked him to tell all of us," explained Kyle.
Shelley was fuming now.
"And you actually believed him? IDIOT!"
"Well it sounded okay to me. I wasn't about to argue with no practice."
"Did God give you any brains? If he did, WHY AREN'T YOU USING IT?!? I hate Brandon," she emphasized, "Why would I ask him to do something for me if I could do it myself?"
Silence.
"Idiots. All of you. Absolutely outrageous!" she cried hysterically, "Don't you think I would have told you myself if practice was cancelled? I would NEVER cancel practice, for the love of football!"
"Um, are you going to make us all come today?" Kyle asked hesitantly, as if expecting her to go off on him.
And Shelley probably would have if she hadn't been plotting her revenge.
"No," she decided, "You won't."
"Score! You rock Shells," said Kyle.
"Let me finish. All of you will be putting in an extra two hours every day next week just for that little stunt. And if you're mad, tell everyone its Brandon's fault. Because it is!"
Kyle groaned. What a fucking nighmare. If he thought ten hours a week of practice was bad, twenty was going to be hell.
Damn damn damn damn damn!
Fucking Brandon.
Mother fucking Brandon.
Four hours a day! Twenty hours of football! Christ! Would any of them survive to see the weekend?
Probably not. They'd be lucky if they even survived the first day. Because knowing Shelley, she'd make them practice even more than they had before.
But she had seemed satisfied and Kyle supposed they deserved it for believing Brandon. And who was he to argue with a pissed off coach?
- - - - -
An uneventful weekend went by and Monday came. Shelley was determined to shape up the team. If they thought they could drive her crazy, they had another think coming. Shelley was going to drive them to the brink of insanity.
Unfortunately, she was going to have to yell at them first. Almost every single person had shown up late and all of them looked like they had hangovers.
Shelley eyed the lord of the fools. "Brandon, do you remember what I said about punctuality?"
His eyes didn't meet hers. "You bitch about people being late," he mumbled.
A couple chuckles were immediately silenced when Shelley glared at the owners.
"Would someone like to explain why you are all late and hungover?"
No one answered, so Johnny decided to speak up. "We had a bonfire last night…" he said guiltily.
"On a Sunday night?" she asked dryly.
"Uh, yeah. Didn't he say last night? It was pretty dope!" Brandon said gaily.
"Maybe I should be telling Mr. Wise about this," said Shelley, "I'm sure he'd be furious if he knew you guys were drinking and showing up to practice like this."
"You wouldn't," Brandon said fiercely.
"You're right, I wouldn't. I doubt he'd be able to take the disappointment. But what the fuck is going on in your tiny brains right now? What went on when you decided to go to a bonfire and get drunk the night before practice? NEW RULE, FUCKTARDS!!" she screeched, "Go have your fun on Friday or Saturday night. But if you do something on Sunday night and come to practice like this again, I guarantee you will be off the team faster than you can call me a bitch."
Shelley's outburst seemed to get through to the boys. Not one of them said a word, but then again, it could have been because they all had hangovers. What would it take?
"I'm going to admit, you boys drive me insane. I mean, could you get any dumber than you already are?"
"What kind of
Do you want to know what it was?
No one showed up for practice Friday.
Not a disaster. But it put Shelley in a bad mood. Who would cancel practice?
Shelley found out after calling a half-asleep Kyle.
"What are you doing calling me at such an ungodly hour, Shell?" he asked groggily.
"I want to know why no one is here for practice!" she shrieked.
"Brandon called everyone last night. He said you cancelled it and asked him to tell all of us," explained Kyle.
Shelley was fuming now.
"And you actually believed him? IDIOT!"
"Well it sounded okay to me. I wasn't about to argue with no practice."
"Did God give you any brains? If he did, WHY AREN'T YOU USING IT?!? I hate Brandon," she emphasized, "Why would I ask him to do something for me if I could do it myself?"
Silence.
"Idiots. All of you. Absolutely outrageous!" she cried hysterically, "Don't you think I would have told you myself if practice was cancelled? I would NEVER cancel practice, for the love of football!"
"Um, are you going to make us all come today?" Kyle asked hesitantly, as if expecting her to go off on him.
And Shelley probably would have if she hadn't been plotting her revenge.
"No," she decided, "You won't."
"Score! You rock Shells," said Kyle.
"Let me finish. All of you will be putting in an extra two hours every day next week just for that little stunt. And if you're mad, tell everyone its Brandon's fault. Because it is!"
Kyle groaned. What a fucking nighmare. If he thought ten hours a week of practice was bad, twenty was going to be hell.
Damn damn damn damn damn!
Fucking Brandon.
Mother fucking Brandon.
Four hours a day! Twenty hours of football! Christ! Would any of them survive to see the weekend?
Probably not. They'd be lucky if they even survived the first day. Because knowing Shelley, she'd make them practice even more than they had before.
But she had seemed satisfied and Kyle supposed they deserved it for believing Brandon. And who was he to argue with a pissed off coach?
- - - - -
An uneventful weekend went by and Monday came. Shelley was determined to shape up the team. If they thought they could drive her crazy, they had another think coming. Shelley was going to drive them to the brink of insanity.
Unfortunately, she was going to have to yell at them first. Almost every single person had shown up late and all of them looked like they had hangovers.
Shelley eyed the lord of the fools. "Brandon, do you remember what I said about punctuality?"
His eyes didn't meet hers. "You bitch about people being late," he mumbled.
A couple chuckles were immediately silenced when Shelley glared at the owners.
"Would someone like to explain why you are all late and hungover?"
No one answered, so Johnny decided to speak up. "We had a bonfire last night…" he said guiltily.
"On a Sunday night?" she asked dryly.
"Uh, yeah. Didn't he say last night? It was pretty dope!" Brandon said gaily.
"Maybe I should be telling Mr. Wise about this," said Shelley, "I'm sure he'd be furious if he knew you guys were drinking and showing up to practice like this."
"You wouldn't," Brandon said fiercely.
"You're right, I wouldn't. I doubt he'd be able to take the disappointment. But what the fuck is going on in your tiny brains right now? What went on when you decided to go to a bonfire and get drunk the night before practice? NEW RULE, FUCKTARDS!!" she screeched, "Go have your fun on Friday or Saturday night. But if you do something on Sunday night and come to practice like this again, I guarantee you will be off the team faster than you can call me a bitch."
Shelley's outburst seemed to get through to the boys. Not one of them said a word, but then again, it could have been because they all had hangovers. What would it take?
"I'm going to admit, you boys drive me insane. I mean, could you get any dumber than you already are?"
"What kind of
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