Force of Nature (j.g.)

two

"i can see you coming, and i stand here waiting"

September 17th

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  The last place I wanted to be on this Thursday night was at some stupid football practice, but hey, being in charge of the school newspaper was a blessing and a curse. This was one of the days when I would definitely tell someone that it was a curse. I didn't know the first thing about sports, but our teacher sponsor, Mrs. Rollins, felt that I didn't get in on the action enough since I mostly preferred to do desk jobs. I really loved the editing process; I liked knowing that I was helping people master their writing skills. Or finding ways to fit quotes into an article was fun, too. Writing was just fun in general. Actually being social, however, was not my idea of fun, especially when I had to sit here and watch/interview a bunch of dumb football jocks.

  Ask me about our school's jocks and I won't hesitate to share my contempt for them. Sure, maybe it was because my asshole of an ex-boyfriend had been one, but no one could disagree with the fact that that most of them were those stereotypical, rich spoiled brats that they thought they were above everything and everyone. Most of them didn't smack their girlfriends around like my ex did, but their sense of entitlement was bigger than their brains could ever be, and that was more annoying than just about anything. And not to mention the football team thought they were far more talented than they actually were.

  But there was Jack Gilinsky.

  I can't deny that Jack Gilinsky is easily the best looking guy at our high school, and I mentally cursed myself every time I was caught staring at him. His brown hair was always perfectly styled as he pulled off the "slightly tousled" look, and his tan skin did nothing but make him stand out even more. His almost-perfect bone structure was almost picturesque, complete with a sharp jaw and breathtakingly huge grin. He was every girl's dream. I could definitely see why, but he was a football player. That whole group of boys nearly made me sick to my stomach with how much I disliked them.

  The harsh squeal of the coach's whistle flung me back into reality. I realized that, yet again, I had been staring at none other than Jack. I brought my palm up to my forehead with a muted smack, praying that no one actually saw me beating up on myself. When I looked up, I saw that he was walking almost directly towards me, and suddenly, I felt breathless. Focus, Piper, focus. I reached down for my moleskine notebook, anxious to look over the notes I had written throughout the practice to determine what I needed to ask in the series of interviews. Much to my dismay, it seemed that I had gotten so caught up in looking at Jack that I forgot to write anything. Well, I did write something, but it was a sentence that stopped smack-dab in the middle of a word. I had to move fast.

  "Um, Jack?" I called out awkwardly, jumping up out of my seat. I ignored the fact that I was probably about to make the biggest fool out of myself. Why did I choose to interview Jack out of all people? Couldn't I have just waited for someone not nearly as good-looking? "Jack Gilinsky?" I hollered more definitively, making it known that I wanted his attention. As he started to walk past the bleachers, he cocked his head to look at me.

  "Yes?" he responded, his features sporting an almost-natural smirk. Just the sound of his voice sent tingles down my spine, and I began to freeze up as he made his way towards me.

"Can I.. um," I stopped, struggling to find the words to say. Get your shit together, Piper. He's just a damn football player. "Can I... have an interview with you, maybe?" I was so nervous about asking him that I had to basically push my voice past my lips, and I was still barely audible. First, he looked confused, but then, he looked totally weirded out as his eyebrows met in the middle of his forehead.

  "Oh my god, please don't freak out," I spoke quickly before he had the chance to be weirded out or laugh at me. "I'm with the school newspaper. I have to write a piece on the football team."

  Holy shit, did he just check me out?

  Now that was almost too good and too ironic to be true. A football player, really? I shrugged off the thought as he started to speak, "I didn't th--"

  "I didn't sign up for this, I swear," I cut him off. If one thing had to be known, I wasn't here because of some adolescent obsession with boys in tights. "I just.. wanna get this done as quickly and painlessly as possible, yeah?" This elicited a chuckle from his pink lips, and I found myself blushing a bit, knowing that I was certainly acting like a complete idiot. He licked his lips as he moved a couple steps forward. I almost wanted to step back, his presence intimidating me.

  "Sure, babe," he cooed. Okay, gross. I tried my best not to roll my eyes. "What would you like to know?"  

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A/N: Sorry for the lack of updates on this story! I hope you're liking it so far.

I also forgot to mention (I think) that this story will alternate between point of views every chapter, so this is from Piper's point of view.

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