Shooting for the goal

Expect the unexpected

I walk through the front door with Jorge following right behind me.

"Hey sweetheart! Jorge," my dad says with a nod."You staying for dinner?"

"Uh, I don't want to intrude-," Jorge starts to say.

"Oh nonsense! Sit with us, dinner will be ready in 5."

I run off to my room and place my things near the door. Turning to kick off my shoes, I'm surprised to see Jorge standing in my doorway. I shove my hands into my pockets and look away. Jorge starts to walk over to me, his feet are an inch away from mine. His hands are rough as he touches my cheek, I lean into it and kiss his palm. He cups my cheeks and leans in-.

"Dinner is ready!" my dad calls snapping Jorge and I out of our moment.

"I-I-I... umm... I'm sorry..." I stammer as I feel the blood rush to my face and step around Jorge and out of the room. I run into my dad in the hallway.

"Hey, you okay?" my dad asked as his brow furrowed.

"Yeah, fine," I say as I walk past, Jorge close on my heels.

"I'm gonna be in my room you kids be good, okay?"

"Okay," Jorge and I say in unison. I hurry down the hall again.

"Dusty! Dammit! Wait up!" Jorge calls in a hoarse whisper.

"What?" I say spinning around to face him.

"You can't be joking!"

"What?"

"You had to have felt that Dusty!"

"I did Jorge! I did..."

"So what you gonna avoid me now that you know?"

"No Jorge you're my best friend. I don't want to hurt you..."

"You wouldn't hurt me Dusty," he steps closer putting his hands on my hips pulling me close. "Please give me a chance." He whispers in my ear. Sending goosebumps across my skin. My words get tangled in my throat, before I know it Jorge's lips brush mine. I gasp and pull away.

I see the hurt look on his face. "No, Jorge, I'm sorry. It's not what it seems," I reach out to take his hand, but he jerks away his hurt turning to anger. I just blink, tears stinging my eyes and threatening to spill.

Jorge sighs, his face relaxes, running his fingers through his hair. "Dammit Dusty. Look I'm sorry, I didn't mean to move that quickly. I think I just scared you- oh no, please don't cry." Tears are already running down my face full speed. I look down so I don't see his face. I'm choking on a sob. Jorge sighs again as he pulls me into him, he strokes my hair as he says soothing words. When I finally stop crying Jorge and I eat dinner while watching tv. At 9 Jorge heads home after carrying me to bed and kissing my forehead. He obviously thought I was asleep when he picked me up off the couch.