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--Kierra XX
Chapter Twelve- My Version of “Together”
It was our intramurals.
Oddly enough, I didn’t have much school spirit for any of the sport events. I really didn’t. This had always been one of the many reasons why I knew that I was never cut out for a cheerleader. I never had much school spirit. So, while I was yawning as I strolled along the campus, I was thinking of a way to seem less bored.
Sherri, however, was having the opposite problem as I was. She just couldn’t shut up as she went on and on (and on) about every little detail of the day. Sure, I was listening, or at least trying to, anyway, and nodding at the right moments, but my brain could only take so much. So before lunch time even came, I was already half-exhausted—just by hearing her.
“Don’t you think so?” she asked me at one point.
I was about to ask her to repeat what she just said, but seeing her wide eyes and exhilarated expression made it hard to tell the truth. So I pushed away the guilt (of not listening to her probably twenty-minute speech about her idea) and forced myself to agree with her. “Yeah, totally.”
“Finally! Somebody who agrees,” she said.
At least I said the right thing. But of course, when anybody else asks you “don’t you think so?” you just have to agree.
“Do you think Blake would blow you a kiss while they’re in the court? You know, before, in the middle, or after the game. That would be so romantic and I think I might have watched that from a movie or something… Oh! I think it was a book I read, actually. Or maybe a story my friend had once told me… I’m not quite sure, but it would totally be so sweet and I can’t wait for it to happen and…”
She was literally saying twenty words a second. If her previous rambles weren’t enough to make my brain malfunction, this was. She was just saying way too much.
“I really don’t think that’ll happen,” I said before she could stretch the subject for another five minutes (or, knowing her, more than just that). Even though I disagreed with her, it was pretty much because I didn’t want to expect anything and end up disappointed and all.
“Really? Blake strikes me as the type,” she said.
“No,” I said, firmly this time, trying really hard not to raise my hopes. “And besides, I thought you were all about pushing me to Hell, a.k.a. Camden Sun?”
She giggled. She’d been giggling a lot, actually. And I mean a lot. It’s her thing. When she’s pretty excited about something, she gets all hyped up and she giggles at every moment possible. “Well, I could go for Team Blake too. Either way, they’re both total douchebags.”
“Blake is most definitely not a douchebag.” Even to my ears, I sounded pretty defensive.
She laughed, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, right, and you don’t like Camden Sun.”
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Humor‘He went out of the room. In his boxers. Again. Like the laws and principles of the universe, which were scientifically proven, I couldn’t help but scowl. He smirked. “Well, stop drooling all over me.” I wrinkled my nose. “Right. Good luck with you...
