A Touchdown for the Girl

Chapter 4

It's funny how little a question or a statement or even a look can make butterflies erupt in your stomach and happiness flood your every fiber. Bouncing out of third period, my eyes eagerly scan the grounds for Sara, desperately wanting her to share my excitement and fangirl right along with me. His asking me to have lunch with him shows I must've done something right.

One of the jocks, a shorter hispanic guy who's a senior, named Jorge, walks up to me while I'm searching for my best friend. "Hey, are you new, babe?"

"What?" I say, honestly confused. 

"You're new?"

"I've been here since freshman year, Jorge. We had two classes together last year? Avery Granger?"

"I'd of noticed if you were this hot though."

"That's not incredibly shallow at all," I say sarcastically. I suppose Sara's makeover worked. I didn't think I was that bad before, but apparently I was. I mean sure, most of the time my hair was either braided or in a ponytail, and I did the bare minimum for makeup, but nobody noticed me?

"Yo, my bad. You look pretty today," He says, raising his hands in surrender.

"Glad to know I was ugly yesterday."

My eyes begin scanning the surrounding area again, and I completely block out Jorge, who just sorta left. Across the lunch area, I spot Matt, about to sit down, which sends me back to my happiness overload, and Sara, coming my way. If it weren't for self-control and the desire to keep from embarrassing myself, I'd of skipped right up to her, squealing.

"You look like a druggie who just got their next dose. What on Earth has got you like this, babe?"

"Sara, you'll never believe this, but Matt Summers asked me to eat lunch with him!"

She chuckles. "I told you he'd be after you..."

My head bobs an agreeing nod. "I told him I wasn't sure if I would... Well, not in those exact words, but I didn't outright agree because you never actually told me if I needed to reject him if he per chance asked me to eat with him."

"I know you're on happiness overdose, but chill girl... And, hate to shoot you down,but you can't eat with Matt."

Immediately, I'm pouting at her with my best puppy dog expression. "But, then, how do I get to know him?"

"Babe, what part of 'he needs to chase you' didn't you understand?"

"But, technically, he did..."

She looks at me, aggravated, and shakes her head, before stubbornly stating, "You have to make him fight for you.You're too amazing for a guy not to fight for you."

I shrug at her and sulk, as she drags me to the lunch line for food. We're moving slowly but steadily towards the cart. As we pause to keep from running over the people in front of us, someone taps my shoulder. I spin around and am met once more with the drool-worthy Mr. Summers.

"Hullo, Matt," I said, outwardly calm but silently doing a happy dance inside my head.

"Hey, beautiful... you-uh-" He awkwardly, yet adorably scratches his head, glancing through his lashes at me. "-You never told me if you'd eat with me, so I came to tell you the offer stands?"

"I'd-" Sara roughly pinches my hip. "I'd love to, but I can't."

"Oh. Completely understandable. I'm sure a girl like you doesn't have time for lunch with the jocks."

"I'm sorry..."

"Yeah, I understand,whatever." He turns and walls back to his table.

Ouch. His stand-offish attitude really strikes home. Maybe that was my only opportunity. Maybe, he's realized that I really am not worth his time. My eyes widen as I realize I just as well as kissed my opportunity with a hot gentleman, or so I assumed, away.