The immediate reaction was something I expected but obviously didn't want.

"Excuse me young lady, what did you just say? I think my ears are deceiving me," Franco stood up from his desk and paced towards me.

"I'm sure you heard it the first time," I replied, totally ignoring the fact that I was freaking out inside. "I want Tyler to be a co-captain," I reiterated. He was starting to piss me off. Did I really have to repeat myself?

"You are aware that Tyler just punched someone, right?" Franco screeched. "Punched someone! In front of a crowd! Is that the kind of person you want leading our world renowned track team?"

"First of all," I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, "You only care this much because it was your stupid son that Tyler punched. Second, you know that Tyler wouldn't do something like that on purpose in front of a crowd. He would be the type that did it in some creepy alleyway in the middle of the night. Third, our track team is far from being 'world renowned", we barely qualify for states each year. Sure, you've helped our team in terms of better training, but that's about it. Your role in the so-called world renowned team is replaceable."

"She does make a good point, Frank," Alforo spoke up. I sighed a breath of relief. Conversations with Franco were always overwhelming and mentally draining, I just don't know why.

"You care way too much about your son, and while that's obviously a very good thing as a parent, you have to be more fair in this environment. I know that your son has always been in some trouble, and I appreciate you for being able to admit that, but it's not fair to just assume that Tyler was in the wrong here. Now, Jayleen… Mr. Franco was right when he said that it may not be a good thing for Tyler to be someone that co-leads the team, seeing as a lot of students did see him punch Dion, so if we could compromise and say… demote him to vice-captain, I'll talk some sense into Franco… eventually. Okay?"

"Vice-captain?" I furrowed my eyebrows. "I didn't realise you could do that. I totally understand that Tyler did make a huge mistake punching Dion and he should be punished for that, and would have totally just asked for Tyler to be my vice-captain if I knew that position was available."

"Okay, well, that's settled! Jayleen, I guess you can go tell Tyler the good news, and I'll see you later." Mrs. Alforo smiled, and then pushed me out of their office before shutting the door on my face, making me jump.

"Oh… kay then," I muttered, slowly backing away, turning towards the exit of the building.

Walking out of the building, the conversation I just had played on loop in my head. I just couldn't believe that Mrs. Alforo would call out Mr. Franco like that, right on the spot.

To defy your superior, especially when they had quantities more power than you, was something I could never imagine myself doing. But seeing Alforo do it, seeing her stand up and accuse him of things that no one else had the courage to accuse him of, was inspirational. Maybe someday, I could too.

Deep in my thoughts, I wasn't aware of my surroundings and suddenly stopped walking when a shadow covered the sunlight that was shining on my eyes. Looking up, I stared into the swirling hazel eyes of none other than Dion Cox.

"What are you doing here?" I glared at him, sidestepping away from him and continuing on my path towards my car. "Don't you have detention?"

"Yeah, all thanks to you," He scowled, jaw twitching as he turned to look away, the sunlight shining on his face making the green in his irises stand out just a tad bit more. An year ago I would have loved it, marveled over it, gushed over how pretty his eyes looked, how much they sparkled in the sun, but now it just made me mad.

"You brought it upon yourself. Don't blame me, I'm not accountable for how you treat people."

Deciding that this argument wasn't worth my time, I walked away abruptly, continuing on my path towards my escape. Before I could take more than two steps though, a rough hand shot out and grabbed my wrist tightly.

"Bitch, I'm not done talking to you. I can't believe you moved on so quickly. With Tyler Emerson, out of all people? I thought you hated him."

"I don't think my love life is any of your business, actually," I retorted, reluctantly turning around to face him. "At least Tyler is more emotionally mature than you are."

Dion was going to open his mouth and spew out some bullshit, but before he could, I twisted my hand out of his loosening grip and walked towards my car. "Dion, I really don't want to talk to you. Please just do something right and go to detention or else…"

"Or else what, huh? You're going to release your guard dogs on me?" He taunted. "You think I'm afraid of a few measly high school boys?"

I snorted. "Right, because you're not in high school either."

I noticed Dion starting to inch toward me even though I had gotten a significant distance away from him. "Dion," I warned, hand reaching into my pocket to find my keychain. "Don't come any closer. Just go to detention and we can talk about this later when we've had time to cool down."

Ignoring me, he now took bigger steps, quickly approaching me. "Why should I listen to you? The parking lot is practically empty." He waved his hands around. "There's no one around to stop me."

I shook my head, keys dangling in my hand. "Look Dion, I really didn't want to have to resort to this but if you're going to keep on harassing me, I have no choice."

"No choice for what?" He smirked, a mere few feet away from me now. I breathing quickened up, and suddenly it felt like I couldn't keep a firm grip on my keys, and with each second passing I could feel the keys slipping. I scrambled to get a grip and to find the one I was looking for.

"This," I said as I pushed down on the button on a rounded rectangular prism, shooting pepper spray right into his face.


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SO, it's been a while. i still love this story, but as i've grown in the time i've been gone, so has my own expectations for my own writing. fictionpress is a pain in the ass when it comes to editing, so the new and updated version of track captain will be on my wattpad account (same ) while my very first version of this book will stay on here for y'all to cringe at :)

merry xmas and happy holidays!

xoxo, lyssa