I got home a smile plastered on my face. I had 4 hours to get ready. I fixed my hair reapplied make up. Debated wether I should change out of my Too Tall jersey or not. I decide not to but I make sure to have my hoodie zipped up enough he won't be able to read my shirt.
Finally its 6. I open the door to see Too Tall climbing out of his Porsche. "Nice ride." I say.
"Thanks." He says.
I notice his Varsity Jacket that looked super warm. I was freezing in my little hoodie but didn't say anything. He walks up to me and hands me his Varsity Jacket as if reading my mind. "You look half frozen." He says looking at me with concern. I greatfully put on his jacket and feel the heat wrap around me. It smelled deeply of his cologne.
He walks me to his car and opens the door for me. I get in and he closes the door gently before walking around to his side. He gets in and turns on the radio. The first 3 notes of the songs tells me its going to be Uptown funk by Bruno Mars.
"So." He says taking a quick glance at me then returns his attention to the road. "Who's your favorite?"
"What do you mean?" I ask him completely confused.
"On the team. Who's your favorite."
"Depends, but mainly " I hesitate I really didn't want to tell him he was my favorite.
"Who?"
I feel the heat rushing to my face. I decide to quote him. "The tallest one on the team." I say my voice dripping with sarcasm.
At that he smirked. "Whos the hottest?" He askes next.
"Cheese." I say with no hesitation. I watch as envy plays along his face.
The whole ride there he bombarded me with questions about the team. Trivia, what I thought about so and so, and who did I think was attractive. It never seemed to end. Finally sometime after we had gotten our meal and I was half way through my burger I interuppt him by using his real name. "Jonté. "
Shock flashed across his face. "Yeah?"
"Why all the questions."
Then he takes of his sweat shirt and I see my number on the front of his jersey. I already had his jacket hanging on the back of his chair. I take of my sweatshirt also and reveal the 7 on the front of my Jersey. At that he smiled and finally I had a chance to ask him some questions and we told stories. He's really a sweet guy I kept telling myself.
Finally as I arrived at home he shuts off the car. "Mind if I come in?" I get nervous.
"Relax. I won't do anything. I'm not a rapist ya know. " he says laughing.
"Okay." I finally agree you can come in. Suddenly I'm grateful I had cleaned this morning. He walks in and takes his shoes off by the door like me. He then picks me up, I scream because I have a fear of being picked up, and he sets me down in his lap on the couch. "Why?" I ask pure terror in my voice.
"Calm down. I'm not going to rape you."
"Not that. I am terrified of being picked up!"
"I'm sorry. I didn't know." He says lovingly and brushes a hair out of my face. His eyes were soft and his hand was warm. I lean against his hand. Finally relaxing I climb off of him and lay my head on his lap. After a little while I fell asleep.
