*Picture: Aiden Cuber (thé bad-boy)
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"A coach? As in, I need exercise?," I look over my body quickly, "I know I had too many packs of McDonald's Chicken Nuggets for lunch, but I didn't know it was that bad. Besides, one coach wouldn't make a difference. We're talking a whole tribe of coaches to start with to get me in shape. I've gotten to the point where I get out of breath while laying in bed doing basically nothing. And I always take a nap from the nap's nap I'm taking cause it's too darn exhausting for me. What are you even talking about?"

"I didn't mean that kind of coaches, you need a love coach." she says with a little chuckle at the end. I blink at her a few times. Come again what?

"Well, if I ever have my own coach, he must be lovely, understanding and really patient to handle a klutz such as me. A potato who has majored in both laziness and procrastination and gets tired solely thinking about stuff she'll have to do for next week."

"I mean, true, but I didn't mean it that way. A love coach is someone you hire who teaches you all about love!" she says cheekily and smiles so wide, too proud of her so-called idea. I scoff at her and roll my eyes.

"I don't need no love coach! And the only kind of love I'll ever want to be through is my unconditional one for food and sleep!" I grunt out and raise an eyebrow at her, not quite understanding where her enthusiasm is coming from on an early Monday morning.

"Well, this love coach will teach you how to find your man, make him fall in love with you and you with him. It's all in his job description!"

"Unless this love coach does some kind of black magic I doubt he's capable of that!"

"Just try it out!" she urges me, "It's not like you've got anything to lose. And you're adamant about finishing your bucket list before the end of senior year, right?" she then reasons with me calmly and scratches the back of her neck. Now, one of us is certainly acting like a nut job. Either it's her, or me. Or most probably us both.

"Yeah, except for my money that I'll be spending to find some unrealistic love!"

"Fine, how about you try it out for one month? It's not that much to ask, is it? Take it as some sort of a challenge! Or are you going to chicken out?" she says goofily and flaps her elbows as if they are wings. Seriously now?

"So you're saying I was never approached by a guy anytime during these past 17 years of my life, but now, all of a sudden, I'm gonna find the love of my life in a month's span? What's next? Get married a week later, have ten kids and twenty cats and dogs by the following week and live in Cinderella's castle, traveling the world every Friday and Sunday with Dora the Explorer?" I mock sarcastically.

"Yep, that's exactly it!" she squeaks and claps her hands together in a very childish motion. Boy o boy. We'll be here for a while, before one of us backs down!

"Yeah, right! And where can I actually get myself such a coach? Are there literal love colleges out there? And does this job pay well? And if so, where to apply for such a love degree?"

"I thought you wanted to major in Pizzologie?" she acquires smugly. I purse my lips at her in response.

"Love coaches can be anyone as long as they fit the description and as long as they get well paid." she explains further and my little pink piggy bank almost immediately hurts.

"Where are you exactly going with this? And what description?" I ask in defeat.
Also, why am I starting to like her insane idea? Looks like craziness is indeed infectious!

"A love coach has to be a guy who's too different than you are, so that it's impossible for him to fall in love with you, or vice versa! That way your relationship would be mainly professional. No friendships, no romantic relationships, no nothing between you two!

"Your love coach would have to be a playboy. That way he would have been with different varieties and types of women before. He would know for certain what kind of traits he likes in a girl he dates. He could tell you how to act around guys, so they like you and eventually fall in love with you. He has to be a regular guy who's often enough around other guys, so his opinions are the usual average ones of every other guy out there!

"He should be preferably good-looking, so that you can enjoy the whole experience. That's a bonus actually. Never mind." she coughs a few times trying to cover up the faint blush that's creeping onto her face.

"If he's on the football team, he could even hook you up with one of his other team players! We've all heard about love stories between weird-ass potatoes," she goes on, giving me a pointed look and almost even points an accusing finger at me, "And hot popular dudes who are on the football team!"

"Great! There's only one little thing left! Who's that lucky holy guy who would somehow fit all these requirements? And does this person even exist on earth or only in fairytales and Wattpad?"

"Well, there's that one person who might as well be the perfect guy for our plan!" she says dreamily. Hmm.

She opens up her mouth and shuts it a few times for some unnecessary built-up over the top dramatic tension, before she goes on in a low whisper:"Aiden Cuber... our high-school's hottest bad boy and captain of the football team!"

"You're crazy! Honestly, I love it. But like hell I'm doing that!"

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"What are you doing? You're too quiet!" Tiana asks in a small whisper, turning around in her chair to face me. Her little frown doesn't even begin to match the huge one fixed on my lips.

"Regretting every life decision I've ever made that led up to this moment!" I whisper harshly back and cock my head in Aiden Cuber's general direction. Which is only a few rows to my right in the class we share together, that's nothing else but plain ol' math.

He's sitting at the far end of the class with a little tight frown plastered on his face, as his confused blue eyes gaze wonderingly into a piece of paper in front of him. Which only resembles the usual expression after a math lesson.

His tousled thick dark brown hair give out most of his bad boy-ish look. I wonder how these people manage to go on with their day without even bothering to brush through their hair. I typically wake up looking like a fellow zombie with Medusa's hair. If I apply for a part of a horror movie's cast and attach a picture of me when I get up from sleep, I would most probably be accepted into the job right away.

He has a tight blue V-neck and snug-fitting black trousers on. He shakes his head in dismay after a few seconds and I can almost hear him sigh in desperation.
"Off you go!," Tiana says quietly, "Remember, go with the flow!"
I can barely hear her faint whisper. As if this piece of magical advice would somehow help save my remaining dignity from this upcoming immediate rejection. God, how did she get me into this again?

I step in closer to him, slightly trembling, and take the empty seat right in front of him, since everyone has already left for the break a few seconds ago, pushing to the door like it's some sort of a secret marathon between them. Can't relate!

He obviously hears the chair's screeching noise as I shove it against the floor and looks up from the math sheet he's been gazing into for more than ten minutes now. Once his eyes fall onto my sight, a deep frown covers his whole face.

"What the fuck do you want?" he bellows annoyed, and his thick eyebrows go down together. Wow. Looks like we're off to a great start already! I can just sense the harmony between us!

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A/N: A hot love coach? Where can I sign up for that lol

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