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M I L A
I sat there. Wondering. Wondering what I should say, how I should say it, or even to say anything. I wanted to say something. Anything. But the words wouldn’t flow. It was like everything was slower but time moved faster. I have to say something.
Wanting to tell him how sorry I was for Grayson’s childish ways, I turned to him ever so slightly. He was sitting across from me and steadily writing numbers with no meaning. “Harry,” I whispered. Immediately he looked up. I had regretted saying his name already.
Did he even want to speak to me? After all it, I do take some part of the blame. It was about me afterall. Or was it? Driving my conflicted feelings away for another time, I spoke again. “I’m really so-”
Before I could get a word out he said, “Stop.” And I did. Reluctantly, but I did. “Why are you apologizing for him? It’s not your fault that he’s an ass.” I smiled slightly. So he didn’t blame me.
“Well, someone has to right?” I mean Grayson wasn’t just going to apologize willingly and forgetting that he won’t take it seriously. Honestly, I truly did feel sorry for Harry. He’s new here and already his first week has started with drama.
“No, no one necessarily has, especially you.” His pencil tapped rhythmically on the paper lightly while looking at me with those bright green eyes. He flashed his toothy smile and I couldn’t help but look away and smile back.
And as I was wishing we had more time to talk and laugh, the bell rings. I pack up my things and as I’m done I see Harry waiting on me with his bookbag slumped against his left shoulder. He waited for me. I’ve never had a guy wait for me. Well one I actually didn’t get annoyed by. We walked out of class together and began down the hallway towards the gym. “You staying after?” He asked as we slowly cruised down the hallway against the sea of students making it to their busses.
“I always stay after.” There was no question about it. I owned that track and no one could love it more than I do. It was apart me of me. It made me. “Oh, I never got to tell you congrats on being the new quarterback this season.” I tapped him lightly on the shoulder.
“Well, thanks. I really didn’t know if I was going to get to begin with.” He watched the tiles on the floor humbly. He wasn’t prideful or bashful but humble and I like it.
Soon a dark cloud gloomed over us as we were walking, “And if you want to keep it I suggest you get to the locker room. Now.” It was my dad doing his protective father thing he does when a boy comes anywhere near me. I rolled my eyes as Harry rushed down the hall to the boys’ locker room.
“Dad, we’re just talking,” I began with my arms cross. I don’t understand why he was like this. I’m going to be around them. Might as well talk to them.
“You were just talking he wanted to do more.” I rolled my eyes again at his petty thoughts of Harry and I having sex.
“Not all guys are the same,” I said as I stopped in front of the girls’ locker room while he kept walking out to the double doors at the end of the hall which led straight to the field.
“Yeah, but they all want the same thing,” He called out behind him.
I could never tell him I’m having a date with Grayson…
G R A Y S O N
“So you’re taking her out tonight?” Markus asked me as I was changing into my gear.
“Yeah,” I responded. I had it all planned out. I’ve been had it planned out, but now I can finally set it in motion. I just want to get through practice with a breeze and get ready for my date with Mila.
“Where you taking her?” Darren asked as I was putting on my padded tights.
“That nice restaurant downtown on Main Street.” I began smiling to myself, but I couldn’t help it. This was finally happening.
“Über?” Another one asked shockingly. “Dude, the steaks there are like forty dollars!”
“I know,” I said nonchalantly. My parents were loaded and they didn’t care much if I used their money to take a girl, a very special one, out on a date.
“You’re whipped!” I looked at them and began to laugh. “Grayson O’Conner is whipped!”
“I’m not whipped.” It’s a lie. I’ve been whipped for the past seven years.
“Whipped! Whipped!” By now all the guys in the locker room were chanting it and making noises as if they had an actual whip in their hands. I laughed because I haven’t even taken her out yet and she has me on her hook.
H A R R Y
I was trying to ignore Grayson’s and everyone else’s words while I was secluded to the other side of the locker room as I was tying my cleats. He knows that Mila has no feelings what-so-ever for him. Even I know it. It’s written on her face when he comes into the room, when someone mentions his name, when she gets disgusted. It’s all because of him. He got to talking about taking her to that fancy restaurant which name exuded a sense of eloquence. I wish I had more time to talk to her without worrying about her Coach T or Grayson.
Now it’s too late because she’s going with dickwad to a restaurant with an ridiculous name. How can someone so classy like her go on a date with a pig like Grayson? He doesn’t deserve her! Hell, I don’t even deserve her!
I left out the locker room angrily with my helmet and on to the field.
M I L A
I went outside on the track and began to warm up with low impact jumps and stretches. Feeling a stare from the field, I turn around to see Grayson smiling and waving lightly at me. In return, I did a small gesture back. God, in a million years I wouldn’t think about acknowledging his presence nevertheless wave back to him.
Taking out my phone, I started playing my running playlist through my wireless Beats. I drowned out the world and just focused ahead on what was awaiting me…
G R A Y S ON
She waved back at me! I was finally warming up to her! I watched her run around the track but that was a mistake because Coach T spotted me. “O’Conner! Stop staring at my beautiful daughter and pay attention!” The rest of the team laughed at my embarrassed and flushed cheeks.
We practice hard like any other day before the season. Coach T always pushed us to be the best and going beyond football. I guess I see where Mila gets her determination. Speaking of Mila, she was talking with her dad and it looked important. He gave her a hug and left to go back inside the school. I guess he had one of those ridiculous ass conferences that was mandatory to attend. Mila went over to the fence where she usually dropped her stuff. She got her jacket on and zipped it half way down her elongated torso; just enough to catch a peak of her insanely fit body. I cautiously walked up to her.
“Hey,” I said smiling slightly.
She looked up, “Hey.” This was obviously just so brand new to us that we didn’t know how to have an actual conversation with no sarcastic comments and flirtatious pick up lines.
“You mind if I walk you to your car?” I was nervous. My nerves were shook. I couldn’t help but to be around her. She was intimidatingly beautiful and stunning with so much class and grace. It was hard to believe that she wasn’t some famous celebrity.
“Sure,” she said simply but I couldn’t tell if she was annoyed or just uncertain if I should and I wouldn’t blame her. I don’t even remember the last time I walked a girl to her car and wasn’t going to have sex in it minutes later.
“Um,” I placed my hand on the back of my still dripping sweat neck, “So I was thinking that I’d pick you up around 7:30.” I’ve never really had asked a girl out on a real date before. It was so foreign to me I wondered if I was going about it right.
“Yea, that sounds great.” We reached her car as the light from the sun hit her behind so perfectly. Highlighting her hair flawlessly. It was angelic like.
“Uh, just dress nice,” I told her and she furrowed her eyebrows.
“Why?” She questioned me. Did I say that wrong? Should I have rephrased it?
“It’s just that I’m taking you out to Über,” I said and her eyes got wide with delight.
“No way!” She smiled at me. It was a genuine smile, not one of those sexy, sarcastic, sassy smirks but an actual smile glowed upon her face.
“Yeah.” I gladly opened her car door before she did and she smiled some more. I loved seeing that smile. “So 7:30?” I asked uncomfortably bent down in her window of her Nissan Maxima.
“7: 30.” She repeated back and I drummed her car door in happiness getting back in an upright position. She sped off and left me anxiously waiting for my chance to come tonight.
I sat there. Wondering. Wondering what I should say, how I should say it, or even to say anything. I wanted to say something. Anything. But the words wouldn’t flow. It was like everything was slower but time moved faster. I have to say something.
Wanting to tell him how sorry I was for Grayson’s childish ways, I turned to him ever so slightly. He was sitting across from me and steadily writing numbers with no meaning. “Harry,” I whispered. Immediately he looked up. I had regretted saying his name already.
Did he even want to speak to me? After all it, I do take some part of the blame. It was about me afterall. Or was it? Driving my conflicted feelings away for another time, I spoke again. “I’m really so-”
Before I could get a word out he said, “Stop.” And I did. Reluctantly, but I did. “Why are you apologizing for him? It’s not your fault that he’s an ass.” I smiled slightly. So he didn’t blame me.
“Well, someone has to right?” I mean Grayson wasn’t just going to apologize willingly and forgetting that he won’t take it seriously. Honestly, I truly did feel sorry for Harry. He’s new here and already his first week has started with drama.
“No, no one necessarily has, especially you.” His pencil tapped rhythmically on the paper lightly while looking at me with those bright green eyes. He flashed his toothy smile and I couldn’t help but look away and smile back.
And as I was wishing we had more time to talk and laugh, the bell rings. I pack up my things and as I’m done I see Harry waiting on me with his bookbag slumped against his left shoulder. He waited for me. I’ve never had a guy wait for me. Well one I actually didn’t get annoyed by. We walked out of class together and began down the hallway towards the gym. “You staying after?” He asked as we slowly cruised down the hallway against the sea of students making it to their busses.
“I always stay after.” There was no question about it. I owned that track and no one could love it more than I do. It was apart me of me. It made me. “Oh, I never got to tell you congrats on being the new quarterback this season.” I tapped him lightly on the shoulder.
“Well, thanks. I really didn’t know if I was going to get to begin with.” He watched the tiles on the floor humbly. He wasn’t prideful or bashful but humble and I like it.
Soon a dark cloud gloomed over us as we were walking, “And if you want to keep it I suggest you get to the locker room. Now.” It was my dad doing his protective father thing he does when a boy comes anywhere near me. I rolled my eyes as Harry rushed down the hall to the boys’ locker room.
“Dad, we’re just talking,” I began with my arms cross. I don’t understand why he was like this. I’m going to be around them. Might as well talk to them.
“You were just talking he wanted to do more.” I rolled my eyes again at his petty thoughts of Harry and I having sex.
“Not all guys are the same,” I said as I stopped in front of the girls’ locker room while he kept walking out to the double doors at the end of the hall which led straight to the field.
“Yeah, but they all want the same thing,” He called out behind him.
I could never tell him I’m having a date with Grayson…
G R A Y S O N
“So you’re taking her out tonight?” Markus asked me as I was changing into my gear.
“Yeah,” I responded. I had it all planned out. I’ve been had it planned out, but now I can finally set it in motion. I just want to get through practice with a breeze and get ready for my date with Mila.
“Where you taking her?” Darren asked as I was putting on my padded tights.
“That nice restaurant downtown on Main Street.” I began smiling to myself, but I couldn’t help it. This was finally happening.
“Über?” Another one asked shockingly. “Dude, the steaks there are like forty dollars!”
“I know,” I said nonchalantly. My parents were loaded and they didn’t care much if I used their money to take a girl, a very special one, out on a date.
“You’re whipped!” I looked at them and began to laugh. “Grayson O’Conner is whipped!”
“I’m not whipped.” It’s a lie. I’ve been whipped for the past seven years.
“Whipped! Whipped!” By now all the guys in the locker room were chanting it and making noises as if they had an actual whip in their hands. I laughed because I haven’t even taken her out yet and she has me on her hook.
H A R R Y
I was trying to ignore Grayson’s and everyone else’s words while I was secluded to the other side of the locker room as I was tying my cleats. He knows that Mila has no feelings what-so-ever for him. Even I know it. It’s written on her face when he comes into the room, when someone mentions his name, when she gets disgusted. It’s all because of him. He got to talking about taking her to that fancy restaurant which name exuded a sense of eloquence. I wish I had more time to talk to her without worrying about her Coach T or Grayson.
Now it’s too late because she’s going with dickwad to a restaurant with an ridiculous name. How can someone so classy like her go on a date with a pig like Grayson? He doesn’t deserve her! Hell, I don’t even deserve her!
I left out the locker room angrily with my helmet and on to the field.
M I L A
I went outside on the track and began to warm up with low impact jumps and stretches. Feeling a stare from the field, I turn around to see Grayson smiling and waving lightly at me. In return, I did a small gesture back. God, in a million years I wouldn’t think about acknowledging his presence nevertheless wave back to him.
Taking out my phone, I started playing my running playlist through my wireless Beats. I drowned out the world and just focused ahead on what was awaiting me…
G R A Y S ON
She waved back at me! I was finally warming up to her! I watched her run around the track but that was a mistake because Coach T spotted me. “O’Conner! Stop staring at my beautiful daughter and pay attention!” The rest of the team laughed at my embarrassed and flushed cheeks.
We practice hard like any other day before the season. Coach T always pushed us to be the best and going beyond football. I guess I see where Mila gets her determination. Speaking of Mila, she was talking with her dad and it looked important. He gave her a hug and left to go back inside the school. I guess he had one of those ridiculous ass conferences that was mandatory to attend. Mila went over to the fence where she usually dropped her stuff. She got her jacket on and zipped it half way down her elongated torso; just enough to catch a peak of her insanely fit body. I cautiously walked up to her.
“Hey,” I said smiling slightly.
She looked up, “Hey.” This was obviously just so brand new to us that we didn’t know how to have an actual conversation with no sarcastic comments and flirtatious pick up lines.
“You mind if I walk you to your car?” I was nervous. My nerves were shook. I couldn’t help but to be around her. She was intimidatingly beautiful and stunning with so much class and grace. It was hard to believe that she wasn’t some famous celebrity.
“Sure,” she said simply but I couldn’t tell if she was annoyed or just uncertain if I should and I wouldn’t blame her. I don’t even remember the last time I walked a girl to her car and wasn’t going to have sex in it minutes later.
“Um,” I placed my hand on the back of my still dripping sweat neck, “So I was thinking that I’d pick you up around 7:30.” I’ve never really had asked a girl out on a real date before. It was so foreign to me I wondered if I was going about it right.
“Yea, that sounds great.” We reached her car as the light from the sun hit her behind so perfectly. Highlighting her hair flawlessly. It was angelic like.
“Uh, just dress nice,” I told her and she furrowed her eyebrows.
“Why?” She questioned me. Did I say that wrong? Should I have rephrased it?
“It’s just that I’m taking you out to Über,” I said and her eyes got wide with delight.
“No way!” She smiled at me. It was a genuine smile, not one of those sexy, sarcastic, sassy smirks but an actual smile glowed upon her face.
“Yeah.” I gladly opened her car door before she did and she smiled some more. I loved seeing that smile. “So 7:30?” I asked uncomfortably bent down in her window of her Nissan Maxima.
“7: 30.” She repeated back and I drummed her car door in happiness getting back in an upright position. She sped off and left me anxiously waiting for my chance to come tonight.
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10/5/16