Emily Sanders and the List (on hold)

Chapter 16

The final bell rings. I sigh out of relief as I put my stuff away and exit my English class. For the past hour I got more and more cold for no reason. I mean, being under the ceiling vent, next to the window, and it being November didn't help at all but I never got this cold. Is it a symptom or something? Maybe I'm just getting more sensitive. I don't know, all I do know is that I'm fucking freezing.

I wrap my arms around my body as I wait for Caleb to exit our class. The rush of students zip by me, grateful that its finally winter break. After awhile Caleb casually walks out of the class, fist bumping one if his friends before drawing his attention to me.

"Hey what's up?" He asked. I shrug my shoulders as I start to shiver. "I-I-Im fi-fine. So are we g-going to the fi-field?" I ask. Caleb looks at me weirdly. "You ok?"

"Im fi-fine. Just c-co-cold" I said. He nods his head before his face breaks into a smile, figuring something out. "Here, follow me." He said. He grabs my wrist as he drags me to a destination.

We reach his locker. Putting me right next to him, he unlocks it. I look around still shivering. "Here, wear this." He said. I turn back to him. In his hands he's holding his blue, black, and gray letterman jacket. My eyes grow big. "O n-no its ok I'm g-g-good." I said. He rolls his eyes and pushes it forward. "Come on, your freezing. I don't want you to get a cold. And besides I want you to wear it tonight." He said. I look at him. Did he really say that. As if realizing it himself he starts to blush. "I just know your nervous about going out again so I thought this would tell people not to touch you." He mumbled. I start to smile. "But it would also give me some confidence, the support you know?" He added.

I look at the jacket, it does look warm. "Ok" I said as I take off my back pack. I turn around so Caleb can help put it on me. When its resting on my shoulders it completely swallows me, making me look smaller then I already am. My arms are hidden inside the sleeves and it reaches a little past mid thigh. I turn back around and Caleb immediately goes for the zipper. I blush at the fact his hands are so close to certain parts of my body. Skimming and grazing past it as he slowly zips it up.

"I have to admit" he started. "You look better in it then I do" he said looking at me dead in the eye. I blush harder. Caleb notices this and starts to smirk. "Come on let's go to the field" he said, resting his arm on my shoulders.

When we get outside I look up to the sky. Gloomy clouds cover the grey sky as light sprinkles kiss my face. I look over to Caleb. "You think it's going to rain?" I ask. He looks up as well before down to me. "No, it should clear up a little by the time the game starts" he said. I nod my head.

"Ok just sit on the home side. I'll be right on the field if you need me alright?" He said.

"Ok" I respond. He gives me a smile before jogging off to his friends in the changing room. I enter the big concrete stands, finding a seat on the fourth bench. I look around and see a couple of ASB people decorating for the game. I reach for my bag and pull out my notebook, starting a drawing my art teacher asked me to do. I pull up Caleb's sleeves as much as I can, my tiny hands barely reaching out. I cross my legs and get to work.

A few minutes later I hear a commotion on the field. I look up to see what it was and I swear I nearly choked on my own spit. Right in front of me was Caleb in his football pants and muscle tank. Him and his friends are joking around as they walk to an end zone. Caleb quickly looks at me and sends me a wink before starting laps. I immediately shove my face back into my book, blushing like crazy.

I attempt to pay attention to my work throughout the hour, however, my mind kept drifting off to Caleb. I wanted to see more. Well... I guess this project could wait. I thought.