On her Field

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Here I sit, watching my dad for any changes. Nothing. It’s been almost a week now, he’s stable but as for his condition; it’s still the same. We have practice again today and honestly I’m not sure if I want to go. Jacob is a whole other story; he confuses the hell out of me. He told me he just wanted to be friends, hell especially after that I would want to be ‘just friends’ too, but I had a feeling that when I walked off that field everything would be different. Truth be told, everything was different after that night. That night was five years ago and I’m still confused after this long, I probably won’t ever figure things out.

“Oh! I’m sorry I didn’t know anyone was in here.”

I jumped at the voice behind me, it was Dylan. He still didn’t recognize me, I guess after losing a hundred pounds I would look different.

“It’s alright, I’m actually heading to practice.” I stood up, stretching my legs and grabbed my gym bag. I took one look at my old man and started to walk out the door.

“I know it’s you, Jessy. Don’t think I haven’t forgotten.”

Instantly my body stopped. Dylan wasn’t a threat to me but he wasn’t an ally either. The problem with this situation is that Dylan was the tight end on our team back in the day and he was in love with me apparently. Honestly if I look back, if I had known (that he loved me) I should have picked Dylan instead of Jacob but I was stupid and I lost my heart to the biggest player in school.

“Hi, dill” I said turning around to face him. His green eyes had gotten brighter, that was the only different in the boys. Jake had Blue and Dylan had green. Dylan looked…..amazing, he had defiantly grown up since we were in school.

“I know this probably isn’t the best circumstance for you to come home to but we’re doing everything we can.”  Dylan treated my dad like he was his own father. So I know he meant that and it wasn’t just a ploy to talk to me. I looked down, still not sure what I should say. It’s been five years since I’ve actually talked to him, man I’m a shitty friend.

“Thank you, Dylan.” I started to walk away again but Dylan grabbed my hand.

“Jessy, we need to talk. Not about your father but what happened when you left.” His green eyes bore into my blue ones. Holy shit, please don’t let him still love me. I can’t do this, I can’t be what he wants me to be.

“I can’t do this Dylan. I can’t.” I shook my head. Dylan just looked at me, finally he sighed and let go of my hand.

“It’s not about me, Jessy. It’s about Jacob and….Sarah.” he intentionally paused at the mention of her name. Sarah was a back stabbing, two timing low down dirty tramp. Honestly she could get hit by a bus for all I care.

“I don’t want to know how perfect their lives are, I have my own now dill you should see that.” I frowned a little, I didn’t think Dylan had known what went on back then but something in his eyes told me different.

“Jessy, I know you and Jacob…slept together.” Dylan ground out.

“No one was supposed to know, especially you Dylan. I didn’t want you looking at me different.” I was talking quietly a looking at the floor; somewhere between our conversation and me leaving I had noticed that we were both sitting down right outside of my dad’s room.

“I forgave you a long time ago, even though we weren’t together at the time, it still hurt that you chose him over me.” Dylan pated my leg, “Jessy, you know he got with Sarah two days after….that.”

I nodded, I still didn’t want to talk about this but Dylan had other priorities.

“Sarah got pregnant. They got married and shortly after Jordyn was born Jacob found her in their bed with another man.”

My eyes instantly met his.

“What!?” I almost yelled. It was hard taking all of this in.

“Don’t look so shocked, jess. We all knew it would happen, you know Sarah better than any of us. You were her best friend.”

I grumbled a profanity under my breath as he went on with the story.

“I just wanted to tell you before anyone else did. You have a right to know, Sarah is your cousin.”

I scrunched up my face when he said that, did he have to really remind me of that gene pool?

“don’t do that, if the wind changes your face will be stuck like that.”

I had to laugh; Dylan was one to make me laugh.

“I got to go Dylan. Practice is calling.”

He didn’t make a move as I walked away; at least he was smiling this time.

“Jess, want to go over to Dabneys tonight?”

I must have made a face because he held his hands up in surrender.

“Just as friends.” Dylan was smiling from ear to ear.

“I suppose, such a bad influence.” I replied shaking my head.

I headed down to my truck, I was already late for practice it’s not like I was missing anything, they couldn’t start without me.

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