Her Rebound, His Mate

Chapter 8

Genesis POV

Unlike my room, my mom doesn't have black out curtains, so the sun was shining pretty bright into her room. Blinking my eyes, open, I noticed that she isn't laying in bed next to me. But I do smell bacon, floating in the air, I turned to look at her clock on the dresser, and its only 7:47 A.M.  The aroma throughout the house made my stomach growl. I made my way back to my room, washed my face, and brushed my teeth, before heading downstairs to join my mother and that delicious bacon that has been calling my name since I woke up this morning. 

"Good Morning, mom!" I happily stated.

"Morning, doll", she replied.

Curiosity getting the best of me because I know she should have been at work by now, but instead she's, here, in the kitchen making a deluxe breakfast. "Mom, you didn't have to work today?" 

"I did, but my supervisor gave me the day off to be at home with my kids. Plus this gives me the opportunity to watch you at practice today" 

Frowning, "But I thought I was grounded, and now you're letting me go to practice." Now I'm a little upset because I was actually looking forward to a weekend at home, no drama, no practice, and no company. Just me in my room, relaxing. Something I haven't did in quite sometime, I'm always on the go every weekend whether it's basketball, track, or weight lifting. 

"Gen, I thought you would be happy to go to practice, but now that I see you're not, you're most definitely going," she replied with a smirk on her face. "Go get your brother the food is almost done."

Heading back upstairs to get Greg I could only imagine the drills I would have to do for missing practice yesterday, Coach Turner didn't care about anything but dedication. My legs were starting to ache already. I knocked on the door to Greg's room, to deliver mom's message, and were greeted with a pillow to the face for disturbing him. "Well, I just tell mom you said you aren't coming" I said, laughing. As soon as I tried to room out his room to head back to mom, he tackled me to the ground and we wrestled, thank God, for some of the training I already had because he couldn't pin me down. We continued on for a while, until, we heard mom screaming from downstairs, "Cut it out, don't make me come up those stairs."

We laughed a little more, and we both jumped up, trying to squeeze through the door at the same time. Its moments like these, I love so much and I will always cherish. I step back to let him through, he makes his way out, catching him completely off guard I swipe my right foot under his legs, making him fall face forward to the ground. I laughed, and jumped over him, and took off downstairs. Not turning around, I could hear his footsteps getting closer and closer, I rush to the kitchen and stood behind my mom for a shield. Soon as he noticed my technique, and gave me a  devilish grin, and I stuck my tongue out at him in return.

"Enough, you two, now lets settle down, so we can get going." Mom commanded.

"Where are we suppose to be going, you know I have football practice today at eleven? Coach let us sleep in a little today." Jr. whined.

"I know about your practice, I'm going with Gen to her practice today," Mom responded. He immediately started laughing, and I slapped him on the back of his head. Causing my mom to give me a warning glare. Greg laughed even harder, making me laugh, because mom is acting like I'm some seven year old girl versus being seventeen. We finished up breakfast with small talk, once we were finished, we all went our separate ways to prepare for the day.

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Coach Turner was really being a b***h, I have been doing suicide drills, since I have arrived at practice, while everybody has been doing their normal scrimmage. I can see my mom laughing from the bleachers, I can't believe she is getting pleasure from me suffering, right now. Finally, the whistle is blown, which means its time to huddle. Now I am dragging, feet barely lifting from the ground, as I make my way to my teammates who are already in a circle waiting for me to join.

"Keaton, now you know what the punishment is when you miss practice." Coach Turner stated.

"Yes, ma'am" I replied. I have never wanted to quit playing ball as much as I wanted to, today. 

Coach Turner continued to talk, "Ladies, good job on the scrimmages, today. We have the pre-season tournament starting next week, on Tuesday, you have worked super hard and deserve to be in the championship round on Saturday. So lets continue to practice and play like you did today, and we should win the title. Keaton, because you are the captain, you must lead and be an example. Because you failed on yesterday, you will not be starting in the tournament." My mouth dropped in surprise. "Keaton, you aren't losing your position, just another part of your punishment."

Now I was mad, I spent my whole practice doing drills, while everyone else ran plays, preparing themselves for Tuesday, and I have to run the drills, alone. With a angry tone I responded, "Fine, Coach, I must led by example."

I knew that Coach really didn't want to be so harsh, but I also know she can't show favoritism. With a sigh, she told us to reel it in. We did our chant and went our separate ways. My mom heard everything and knew that I was very upset. She wrapped her arms my waist and I leaned onto her shoulder and released the tears, I was holding back. I just couldn't get a break this week, I wander what else was gone happen. Things couldn't get any worse than this or could it. 

The ride home was pretty quiet, and I was fine with that because I really didn't feel like talking. Whenever, I had a problem about practice I normally call Jordan because he understood how being a captain, in sports can be frustrating some times. But that's over with, I wouldn't call him, if he was the last man standing. That's how much I hated him. Hate is such a strong term but right now that's how I felt and I know that I will eventually have to let go but today isn't the day for that. Making my way in the house with sore muscles, mom makes her way to the living room, while I head upstairs.

"Doll" mom says softly.

"Yea" I replied.

"I'm here, if you want to talk bout it, now or later." She replied.

It's the simple things she does that makes me appreciate her even more, with a small smile I replied, "I know and thank you for everything, I'm a little tired from practice, so I'll just shower and lay down for a few."

"Alright, my doll. I love you." the world greatest mom says. 

"I love you even more, Mom." In a rush, I continued on up the stairs, if I didn't, I know I would have started crying, and right now I am tired of the tears, just as much as I am tired of Jordan. Oh my goodness, am I ever gone be able to get over him anytime soon. I cannot let this, him, consume me. In the shower, I gave myself many pep talks. You are smart, you are strong, you are pretty, you are loved, you are you. I continue to repeat that to myself because I know all of it is true. I used to get bully when I was younger because my hair was different and mom use to make me look in the mirror and repeat those words. I wrapped my arms around myself and stood there for a few minutes to gather myself together. Looking at myself in the mirror, I smiled and put on my robe and got into bed and flipped the channels until I came across one of my favorite shows, Law and Order: SVU, and its a marathon. Just what I needed. I watched the marathon, until it started watching me. I woke to the sound of knocking on the door, it was Greg. He smiled at me and slid into bed on the left side of me. 

"Hey sis, Just came to check on you. Mom told me you had a rough day." He said.

"I mean, I was being a brat and now I have consequences because of my actions." I replied.

"Man, you're one of the strongest people I know and you have ever right to be a brat every now and then, you have every right to be selfish for a change, you have every right to demand things your way, sis."

"There is always a better way to handle some situations. Anything could have happened and I ran out like a chicken with my head cut off, and that was not right. I scared the people I love the most, and that was never my intention. Having control is what I am good at, but Jordan, made me felt like I lost all control. And now I have to try even harder to get that control back."

Jr. pulls me into his arms and kiss me on my forehead, "Gen, I meant what I said, you are the strongest person I know, f**k Jordan, he's gone get his', that b***h karma, gone get him." 

I couldn't do anything but laugh because he was right. I did right by him and now Jordan will pay without me lifting a finger. We stayed in that position for God's know how long, soon mom came to my right side and join us, mom had her hand around my waist, while I was still cuddle in my little brother's arm. Eventually, I drifted off to sleep again, still trying to figure out when did my brother become so wise,  I am so thankful for these two people.