âYOU KNOW COMING BACK TO COACH CALLING me an idiot, isnât exactly the welcome back I pictured during that plane ride. ââ The basketball that he threw at my head literally left a dent. Tell me is my hair is still beautiful? What about my face? Am I still gorgeous?â The young man asked, running a hand through his hair and rubbing the part of his head that had been hit, before wincing slightly.
âYour hair looks like shit. You look like shit. You are shit.â V had barely been paying attention to anything the boy was saying and she truly didnât care. She had just caught on to the last bit of it. âAre you done annoying me now?â











