Falling In Love: Of All The Dumb Luck (On Hold)

Chapter 8

Jared:

I still can't believe my baby sister is on the volleyball team. I know Kelsea still can't believe it either, and we both don't like the idea. My sister is only a freshman. I know the guys always like to mess with the freshman, I should know, I used to be one. And Kelsea says the girls are just as bad maybe even worse.

It's early Monday morning, I woke up to Holly's stereo blaring through the house. Asher and my mom are already up because I heard him crying at 5:30 this morning, and my dad is usually already at the hospital, if he didn't stay there all night, so they're perfectly fine with the loud noise. Not me, and I don't think Kelsea likes it either. We both sit up at the same time. I slept in the sleeping bag again, and I let her have my bed. She looks at me, and I say, "Every weekday."

She climbed out of my bed in a pair of Holly's black sweatpants and grey T-shirt. I heard footsteps retreating down the stairs. I got up and followed after her. I saw her standing with my mom as she finished feeding Asher his breakfast, and tag him into the living room, Kelsea had a cup of coffee in her hands. She was staring out our kitchen window over towards her house, all the lights are off and I don't see any cars in the driveway or on the road. I go over to the coffee maker and pour myself a cup. Adding in three creams and three sugars. I look over to Kelsea's cup, it's a really light brown, "Did you want any coffee with your cream and sugar?" She looked up at me, staring at me with those piercing blue eyes. Then she says, "I'm going to go over and get changed, and I'll meet you and Holly over there," and she walked out the front door. Holly came down already for school, including a duffle bag she had and her knee pads her and my mom had gone and gotten yesterday, and whatever else she needed.

I ran upstairs and put on jeans and a T-shirt and grabbed my backpack and my duffle for football. I walked back down stairs and as I walked out the door, my o handed me a thermos of coffee, "Holly, go put your stuff in the back of my car," I said tossing her my keys. "I'm going to get Kelsea." I ran over to her house and walked in the door. Kelsea had her backpack and duffle slung over her shoulder. A thermos of coffee in her other hand, and a bagel in her mouth. She had her hair up in a high ponytail, jeans and a T-shirt. And I noticed she had on her black rim glasses. She only ever wears the every once in a while, when her contacts start bothering her. We both were contacts, so I know the feeling. I ask her, "Are you ready?"

"Yeah." She said as she turned off the light. We went out to my car and headed for school. When we got to school, we went and put our stuff in the locker rooms, then went our separate ways to our lockers and then homeroom. Holly went upstairs where her locker and homeroom are. Kelsea and I walked down a long hallway of lockers. Ours were a f lockers apart because our last names both start with "A". Then headed for the same homeroom, signing as we went, and you can tell everyone was starring. Then we had first period together, creative writing, best class of the day, besides football. The bell rang, and a guy I never seen before walks in and our teacher says, "Mr. Garcia?" He answered, "Yes."

"Okay, class, this is Dallas Garcia. He is our new student. Please take a seat." He sits in the empty desk next to Kelsea. To me he looks and sounds like a cowboy. "Now, then," Mrs. Myrtle continued "Your assignment that is due Friday will be dew based on what you pull. " She said shaking the basket of slips of paper. "So, get in groups of two or three, then I'll come around with the basket. Okay, partner up." Kelsea and I pushed our desks closer together. Dallas just sat in his seat and watched everyone partner up. Kelsea leaned over towards him and asked if he wanted to work with us. Don't get me wrong, love how kind Kelsea is, but I don't want to work with us. But, he agreed and pushed his desk over. Mrs. Marks came over with the basket and Kelsea put her hand in the basket and pulled out a slip of paper. She read it out loud, "Choose six names and write a short story about them. 500 to 1500 words. Have each person in the group write one sentence then another, over and over until your finished."