The Football Player..Book 1

8

I spot Joey and Jen.

"Hey guys." I breath out. Joey nods and looks around. I look at his glare and see Cory and Cody walking around.

A dark haired girl with a loose but tight upwards dress on showing her light skin body. Her hair pulled almost Ariana Grande style. Her makeup is casual and she walks next to him like he is hers.

I scold and look at Joey.

"Thats the old water girl, be ready." Joey whispers turning to Jen. Jen death glares the girl.

"Hello Jennifer, Joey and..." She stops and looks at me.

Cory comes to my side and smiles at me. Cody looked at me then at the girl next to him. He whispered something which I know was my name because she said it right after he whispered.

"Yeah, thats me." I smile fake. She nods and looks around. Her jawline is even goals, but her body beats mine. Her butt is like huge and her curve leads to her chest perfectly pushing her chest up more than usual.

She kisses Codys cheek and walks towards the opposite way of us.

I look at Cody and see him watching her. He turns towards us and sighs.

"Just because we talked Sunday night...damn." He mumbles. That must of been the girl who he was talking to.

"We all know, you didn't just 'talk' " Jen snaps.

"You wouldn't know. Its none of your business either whether I did her or not." He snaps back at Jen.

"Okay, chill Cody. She was joking." Joey pushes Cody and he stands right in his place from Joey's weak push.

"I am gonna head to class..." I say and walk away. "Me too." I heard Cory say. He followed me to our class and he took a seat next to me in class. In the back of course.

"Do not fall asleep now...I like to talk to you." Cory smiles. I laugh and nod.

"So I am making spaghetti for the boys Tuesday." I say to him as our teacher talks.

"Oh cool, thats really sweet of you-"

"Cory? Why are you sitting over there come here man." Cody says. I glance at him and back at Cory.

"See yah later, girrrlll." Cory says in a girl way. I wave and turn to the teacher.

..............

I stand in my kitchen with Jen.

She dumbs the straws in the pot and the straws start to boil.

"Okay so I will start to make the pickle juice." She says and grabs the pickles she bought. I watch as she cuts the pickle in half.

"This is a very special thing my grandmother did when I was little." She smiles. I nod smiling.

"Ah, I miss her. She would always tell me stories about her horrible childhood but amazing adult hood." She adds. I nod.

"She was, a nice women." I say. Jen nods and looks at me as she squeezes the pickle into the bowl.

She puts it in the blender. And starts the blender.

Emily comes out and covers her nose.

"Ew! Pickles..." She turns away and walks out.

Jen and me soon finish cooking and then just hang out. Until she had to go home and then I went straight to bed.