Get it Right.

Part 3

Chapter Seven: Electric Feel.

Part One: Jenson's Perspective.

"You've got to tell her, Jenson." Will said. We were in my room and the two of us were getting ready for our last lacrosse game of the season. I shook my head and started tightening up my gear.

Grace and I had been seeing each other for about three weeks now and I was happy where things were at with her. The last thing I wanted was to let anything disrupt that. "She's gonna freak out, Will, and you know how she is when she freaks." I reminded him.

He thought about it for a moment and then he turned his stare on me. The hair on the back of my neck stood up. Will never got upset, he was the happiest person to be around but he did have his moments. He had the power to unleash a stare that had you feeling like the worst person.

This was one of those moments. "That's my sister, Jenson. My sister. You cannot keep this from her," He said sternly.

"You're making it seem like I'm lying to her." I defended. "You kind of are!" He tossed his jersey to the side and squared his shoulders.

"What the hell do you want me to do?! I can't just up and tell her," I began but cut off when I saw it. It was the slightest of movements but it happened which let me know that Wil meant business. His right hand twitched.

"If you don't tell her, Jenson, I will. Bottom line. You're not going to be in a relationship with my sister, and have this kept from her. You care about her, right?" His voice shook with anger.

"Of course I care about her, Will!" I yelled. "Tell her then! Because you know that she deserves to know." My shoulders slumped because Will was exactly right.

"I know I should tell her, but I just don't want to at the moment."

"Get your shit together, Jenson, and stop acting like a damn chick. You need to tell her. Man up. And fast." He said as he gathered his stuff and left the room. I followed him and the ride to the stadium was as silent as the dead.

"Pierce, you're sitting out for a while. The freshmen need a chance." My coach slapped me on my shoulder and when I turned around to sit on the bench, I saw Grace sitting in the stands with Melena, Derek and Asher. Asher gave me the finger, but Melena and Derek didn't even notice me as they were having a conversation of their own.

Grace offered a small smile and gave me a thumbs up. I waved back and sat down on the bench. This is not going to be easy. How do you tell your girlfriend something that serious? Your first thought is to keep it from her because you feel like telling her will hurt her, and you'd be damned if something hurt her. But you can't keep it from her, because she deserves the truth. But it doesn't make it any easier.

Grace is the easiest person to talk too, I tell her everything and she understands and offers some kick ass advice but...this is not something I need advice on. This is something that...has the potential, in the end, have her walking away from me. This has the potential to break everything I am.

Because Grace is everything. A slap on the back of my head breaks me out of my thoughts. I turn towards the culprit and it's a sophomore named James. He looks concerned so I decide not to punch his lights out. "Are you okay? You look like you're about to get sick, dude." He told me.

I didn't realize it but my head started throbbing and I shook my head. I can't believe this is making me sick. I thought before my stomach started churning. "I'm going to the locker room," I said as I got up. I ignored the stares and tried my best not to run to the locker room. Once I got there I started stripping off my gear because I was so hot. Itching all over, I sat down and tried to calm my breathing, I pinched the bridge of my nose hoping that it would take some pressure off.