Meet Me After Practice

Johnny Boy

---ABIGAIL---

“Abigail, get up! You’re gonna be late for school!” I heard my mother yell up the stairs the next morning, making me roll over in my bed and groan. I was too tired to wake up. “Abigail!”

I groaned even louder and opened my eyes just enough to make out the numbers on my alarm clock. It was already 7:45. I gasped and threw the covers off of me as I jumped out of bed, hurriedly picking out some clothes from my suitcase that I hadn’t unpacked yet. I had a maximum of fifteen minutes to get ready. I had to go fast.

“I’m coming!” I yelled down to my mom as I sprinted down the hall and ducked into the bathroom. I took a fast shower and dried my hair with a towel, just hoping that no one would notice what I looked like today since I had to skip putting on makeup in the interest of time. I hopped out and pulled my clothes on over my still damp skin before zipping out of the bathroom and down the stairs to the living room. “Okay, I’m ready-” I said, freezing immediately when I saw James, my mom, and some super hot guy standing there waiting. Suddenly feeling self conscious, I reached my hands up to try and fix my damp hair. You picked the perfect day to sleep in, Abby. Great job.

“Oh, Abby, thank you for hurrying, Dear.” Mom said, holding my backpack out to me. “I have everything you’ll need for today in here. And don’t worry about your classes, I’ll help you with all the work you’ll need to catch up on. Oh! And don’t forget to ask James to show you where all your classes are if you get lost-”

“Okay, Mom. I’ve got it. I’m fine. Can we go now?” I said, hating that my Mom had to do this in front of everyone, especially whoever James’s hot friend was. Now he’ll probably never want to see me or talk to me again. Not that we’ve talked at all (yet), but I was hoping we would... what was I saying? I didn’t even know the guy! But he was hot, and I was not. I could feel his eyes on me, so I gently tossed my hair, trying to look somewhat presentable. It was kind of hard when your mom was attacking you when you looked like crap.

Mom sighed and gave me a quick hug. “Okay, okay. I’ll see you after school.” She said, waving at us as we walked out of the door toward James’s Tundra. “I love you, kids! Have a good day!” She yelled after us.

James and I both groaned in unison. “Mom!”

She just smiled and waved, completely oblivious to what we meant when we’d said the word ‘Mom’. We all climbed into the truck- James and his friend in the front, me in the back- and pulled out of the driveway as quickly as possible. Once we were finally out of our mother’s sight, I sighed. “Is she always like this when you leave for school?” I asked.

James shook his head. “Nope. Just since you got here.”

“Great.” I said, folding my arms over my chest and leaning back in my seat. I took this as an opportunity to steal a glance at James’s mysterious friend. Luckily, he wasn’t looking. He seemed to be pretty tall, almost the same height as James. He had dark brown hair, so dark it almost looked black. It was cut longer on the top and shorter on the sides and the back, styled just enough that it wasn’t shaggy, but it wasn’t quite spiked. I liked it.

His skin was deeply tanned, like he was out in the sun a lot. Probably playing a sport. Yay, I like sporty guys. Especially the sporty, tan, good looking, tall ones with dark brown hair. He was wearing a red T-shirt and jeans, his black Converse tied lazily. Just the way I like them. It was settled. He was my match made in Heaven.

“So, you’re James’ baby sister. I’ve heard a lot about you. Abigail is your name, right?” Mr. Hotty said, suddenly facing me. Embarrassed to be caught staring, I blushed and looked away, hoping he hadn’t noticed. It was very unlikely.