A Tale of Two Lovers

Chapter 1

I stared at the side of his face, as he copied down notes from the blackboard. His brown shoulder length hair falling perfectly around his muscular face. He was the only guy that I found dreamy, then again most girls from our school thought the same. Class was almost over, so I prepared myself for the tidal wave of pubescent teens and lack of human rights that will be the school hallway. I draped my sweater's hood over my head and grabbed onto my books. The bell rung and students poured into the hall. I thought I was the last one to be leaving the classroom, but I was very much wrong.

"Hey!" he started. "Aren't you Peri? I'm-"

"I know who you are. Everyone knows who you are," I said cutting him off. I started walking towards the door, so then maybe I didn't have to talk to the most renowned guy in the school.

"Wait, I need to talk to you," he said grabbing my arm. "I was wondering if you would practice football with me. I know your brother became a professional, so...."

Of course, he only wanted my help because of my brother. My brother, Ash, started out playing high school football, but then went professional when a scout hired him. Ever since then, I was known as the girl with the rich, hot brother.

"Yeah, whatever," I responded nonchalantly. I wasn't exactly listening to what he was saying. That's what I did when people talked to me. I ignored them, acted like they weren't even there.

"Alright! How about we meet at the park? The one on Conklin Street?" he asked. As I reached my locker, I looked up at him. His big green eyes were staring directly at me and I suddenly felt overwhelmingly nervous.

"Uh... Yeah. That works for me," I said as I slammed my locker door shut and started hurrying down the hall. I thought he had stopped following me when I reached my next class, but sure enough there he was. I don't understand how someone like him could be so persistent about making plans with someone like me. Before I could even get any words out, he shoved a piece of paper in my hands and walked away. I didn't have time to play these games, so I just shoved it in my book and went on with the day.

It was the end of the day and as I got into my shitty car, I remembered the note he gave me. I tossed my backpack in the back seat and held the note in my hand. What in the world would he want with me? I'm just some rejected outcast, that didn't even fit in with the actual outcasts. I had no friends, no interesting hobbies, no super compelling attributes that would make someone want to talk to me. After a good five minutes, I finally unfolded the note. It read: Text me if there are any problems with the meet up. Number on back - Spencer. My face lit up with a blush and I couldn't help but smile. I finally had someone else to text other than my mother. So many different scenarios were going through my brain. Was he trying to get with me? Did he want to be friends? Could he possibly be a future lover? Maybe I'm thinking too much into this. He just wants to practice football, I could get Ash to practice with him instead. It would save me a lot of embarrassment and energy. When it came to being active, Ash got all the good traits.

I placed my forehead on the steering wheel and closed my eyes. Not even five minutes of human contact and I'm already a hot mess. I gripped my steering wheel, feeling the cheap leather under my fingers. Pulling in a deep breath I picked my head up and grabbed my phone. I texted Ash saying that I needed him to come over to help with Spencer. I tossed my phone onto the passenger seat and turned on my car. I jumped back a bit when extremely loud music came pouring from the speakers.

"Thanks me" I scoffed under, my breath. I then reversed from my parking spot and headed home.

I was practically speeding down the road, trying to avoid the evening traffic. Luck was not with me today as I came to a halt behind several stopped cars. The sun was starting to go down, but it was still very warm. I ripped off my denim jacket and tossed it on the passenger side floor. I was wearing a gray t-shirt that was ripped around the collar area and acid washed jeans. There was no sign of the traffic speeding up, so I picked up my phone and checked my messages. Ash had texted me and said that he would be willing to come up, but only if I made them food. Of course I agreed because I actually enjoyed cooking and according to my family I wasn't half bad. Wait... what day were we supposed to be meeting on? I was definitely not ready to start a conversation with Spencer, but considering the situation I had no choice. I took a deep breath and added Spencer as one of my contacts.