The Olympics are over :( but Misty May and Kerri Walsh won goldddddd!

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Hehehe well, here's the next chapter (:

Chapter 2

I got off work and walked back to my apartment. It was simple, one bedroom one bathroom and a small living room and kitchen. It was perfect for me. When I walked in, Nudge was already sitting in the living room on the phone. "What do you mean? We have to be there! These are the Olympic trials! You can't just say we aren't welcome. We earned our spot in that tournament. Who said we don't have a coach? That's such a lie!"

"What's going on Nudge?"

Nudge muted the phone and said, "Olympic trial coordinators or something. They're saying we can't go to the trials because we don't have a coach. Last time I checked, we still have a coach."

"Sam is spreading rumors," I whispered under my breath. " Tell them we will have an official statement of our coaching situation by tomorrow morning. We earned the spot. We'll be there on Wednesday for the tournament," I said angrily. These boys were not going to win.

Nudge regurgitated what I said and hung up. Way to go Nudge. "Who do these guys think they are? God, I don't even want to go to this party now! I'm too mad." Nudge stopped around the apartment for a second before she threw her phone on the couch. God, let's freaking go to the courts. I'm too pissed off to go the party."

"You don't have to ask me twice," I said as I walked out of the bedroom already in volleyball friendly clothes.

"We're driving, not running," Nudge said with a smile.

Nudge and I weren't just teammates. We really were best friends. When my mother died, Nudge didn't ask her mom if I could move in. Nudge told her I was moving in. Nudge's mom didn't even bat an eyelash. I think she had been expecting it after the death of my mom.

The first few days had been awkward, but I soon fell into the rhythm of the household. Nudge's younger sister Angel loved me. I was her blank canvas to practice on with make-up. I hated it. I couldn't say no to Angel though. Angel is five years younger than Nudge. When I moved in, she was eight, the perfect age to play with make-up. Now, at the age of fifteen, Angel is becoming quite a beautiful young girl. Her curly blonde hair as a child is still curly, but it's different now. It shines and she straightens it sometimes. Angel might be one of the most beautiful girls I've ever seen. Her eyes are death traps though. She's great at giving people those stupid puppy dog eyes. That's how I got roped into many make-overs. Angel doesn't use the puppy dog eyes anymore and I don't fall for them anymore. I win.

Nudge and I went to the courts and just burned some steam. We didn't want to confront our coach tonight, so we had to keep some of our anger saved up for that battle. After about two hours, Nudge and I were exhausted. We went and showered, of course Nudge didn't shut up, and Nudge took me back to my apartment.

"Let's go to the party, Max. It'll be fun!"

"I find nothing fun about wearing a dress and heals."

"Max, you have the hottest body ever. I mean, I know you hate heals because you're already super tall and they just make you taller, but come on! It's the biggest party of the year, and maybe there will be some boy there. Seriously Max, you need to get a guy. You're twenty years old and you've only kissed a guy. I've done more than you. You're going. Plain and simple. I'll call Angel." Nudge didn't even give me a chance to argue. Looks like I was going to a party.

After an hour of plastering on make-up, curling, straightening, and re-curling my hair, I was deemed ready for the party. I was wearing a short black dress with a red belt. The best part, the red flats. I didn't have to wear heals! Victory for Max!

I looked in the mirror at myself, and I didn't hate what I saw. I saw a young woman standing in the mirror. I didn't look like a little girl anymore. Nudge came over, and with her heals she was about the same height as me. Her yellow dress looked amazing on her and her hair was perfect as always. Nudge didn't have to try to look beautiful. She just was. I was a tomboy; I had to try to look good.

Angel came walking out of the bathroom wearing a pale pink dress and silver heals. "Whoa, you're coming with us?" I yelled at Angel. She was still my baby. She should not be at these parties.

"Max, I'm fifteen. You and Nudge are going and I'm old enough to go now."

Nudge just backed away. Nudge and Angel were only half-sisters. Nudge loved Angel, but sometimes Nudge wasn't very good at the 'big sister role'.

"Nudge!"

"Mom said she could go," Nudge said as she finished up with her make-up. Angel was going to a party that she had no business being at. This was not a party for young girls. Hello, why am I the only person who realizes this?

Angel won and was going to the party with us. When we pulled up, the music was already blasting. The girl throwing the party was some preppy rich girl, also the reason for the dresses. I like parties where I can wear jeans and a t-shirt.

As we walked up the mile long driveway, the music just got louder. The door was opened as we reached it and I was ready to leave as soon as I saw everyone. There were hundreds of people. Good thing this place was a mansion. "Max, Nudge!" the hostess yelled. "You guys came!"

Nudge ran over and hugged JJ. Nudge and JJ were really good friends. JJ and I were cool, but nothing exciting. "Max, you look amazing!"

"Thanks JJ. Don't you think this is a little much?" I said as I ushered to all the people.

"Yeah, more people came than I thought. Oh well, my parents said it was cool. There aren't that many people…"

Nudge and I both hit JJ for that. JJ smiled and ran off to go talk to other people. Nudge was currently fraternizing with this boy named Ryan, so she walked off to find him in the mass of people. She left me. Angel was off with a group of people. So here I was, all alone. Poor me…not! I was thoroughly enjoying watching people stumble from the alcohol.

I was leaning up against the wall when a boy walked up to me. "You look awfully lonely over her."

I looked up at him. He was cute. Dark hair, beautiful blue eyes. Wait, I looked up at him. He was taller than me. That just doesn't happen very often. I didn't say anything, so he took that as an invitation to say more. "So, are you here alone?"

"I came with some friends."

"Oh, any guys?"

"Who's asking?" I said turning to face him.

"Oh, no one. You know, just curious. Wouldn't want some guy to come over and start beating me up because I was talking to the most beautiful girl in the room."

"Now wasn't that the lamest compliment I've heard in a while," I said laughing. It really was, but it was still nice. It gave me butterflies in the pit of my stomach.

"Nah, they're all too short for me."

"Ah, so I have one thing going for me. I do believe I'm taller than you." I just chuckled. "Would you care to dance?"

He offered his hand and I took it. He led me to the center of the dance floor. And let's be serious, it was crazy dancing. I'm a really bad dancer. I have no rhythm what so ever. The mystery boy grabbed my hand and pulled me closer. He smelled like so familiar, but I couldn't place the smell. Maybe it was the glass of alcohol I had.

The boy and I danced the night away, but eventually, I was ready to go home. I had a six a.m. practice in the morning. I walked off the dance floor and the mystery boy placed a gentle kiss on my lips. It took my breath away and left me wanting more. He was gone before I could even ask him name.

I found Nudge and Angel moments later and we all left. Nudge asked me what I had been up too, and I couldn't control my excitement. The effects of the boy's kiss were still fresh in my mind. Nudge squealed as I told her about him. "What's his name?!"

"I don't know," I said quietly.

"You didn't get his name? Are you insane? Gosh Max, I thought I taught you better than that!"

"Sorry Nudge, I'll get it right next time. I just flirt with boys all the time."

"No need to be sarcastic, Max."

Nudge dropped my off at my apartment and as soon as I was in the door I collapsed on the couch. Goodnight.