Love Does Not Have a Color (BWWM)

Chapter 2

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Practice was long and cold.  The worst part about it was that I only had to go outside to run a mile as a warm up and then head back inside.  I felt bad for the runners who did have to go outside and stay out there for practice, that must suck.  When practice ended it was about 5:45 and I was pretty sore.  As a shot putter, we use a lot of leg muscle to throw the shot put and then we have to go to the weight room when it was free.  Jacob was not in there was I was okay.  Now I am not okay because it is almost 6pm and it is getting dark already.  No scratch that, it is dark.  I do not live too far, but it is about a 20 minute walk.  I called my friend Chi Chi to give me some sort of comfort.  Like clockwork, she picked up the phone in like three rings.

 

“Hello.” she answered.

 

“If I die, I would want you to testify as to what you heard on the phone as I walked home from practice in the dark and the homeless man down the street kept following me.”

 

She burst out laughing.

 

“What are you talking about?” she said clearly amused.

 

“I’m talking about the homeless, crazy guy who keeps yelling football down the street.  It keeps getting louder and louder so I am starting to think he is following me!” I said freaking out.

 

At this point I only had another 7 minutes to walk until I was home.  I prayed I would not get kidnapped within that time period.  

 

“Just relax.  How was practice?” Chi Chi asked.

 

“Ass.  All Coach D did was yell and talk about how we are throwing the damn shot put wrong and blah blah blah.” I said annoyed all over again.

 

“Atleast you weren’t the one responsible for almost killing a girl while stunting today.”

 

“What?” I exclaimed.

 

Unlike me, Chi Chi was a part of our cheerleading squad.  Their practices are the same time as ours, but they get to leave before it gets dark, not after.  We finished up talking just when I got home.  I could smell my mom’s food all the way outside.  Was that meatloaf I smelled?  I opened the front door and the house was nothing but warm.  I started taking my stuff off at the door and putting it on the couch.  That was when my mom came walking out the kitchen with a spoon and a bowl in her hand.

 

“Hi mommie.”  she said to me.

 

My mom calls me mommie all the time.  It’s pretty much a nickname.  

 

“Hi mom.” I said following her back into the kitchen.