I did five laps around the field before the bell rang for actual practice started.
“Beck! What in crimson’s name are you doing here!?” Coach yelled at me from across the field.
“I was warming up coach!” I lied.
“That’s good! But don’t over work yourself! I can’t afford to have you drop from fatigue or injure yourself, when the championships are right around the corner!” Coach reminded me once again.
“Yeah, I know. You tell me like every freaking day.” I mumbled.
“What was that? You know I don’t like mumbling!” He yelled so loud his face turned purple.
“I said ‘okay’, coach!”
He nodded and blew his whistle, instructing the rest of the team to get out on the field, now. Everyone rushed onto the field. I even saw Mark. I waved at him and yelled, “Yo, Mark!”
He looked in my direction and I realized he hesitated, but he did wave back. He looked at the bleachers and I followed his gaze. Jacob was sitting there with his arms folded across his chest. There was a girl sitting next to him, who was talking to him, but he had his gaze fixed on me. If he were able to shoot lasers from his eyes, he would have borne holes straight through me. I looked at the girl. For a moment I swore it was Samantha. I blinked and realized it was another, slightly Goth, person. She seemed so engrossed in talking to him. I only saw him give answers and replies every now and then, but his main target was me. He is probably thinking of the most gruesome ways, known to man, that he could murder me by.
This girl next to him resembles Samantha…a lot. She just looks like the old Samantha. Around the age when Samantha was about twelve or thirteen.
“You shouldn’t stare at her. I know she looks like Samantha, but Jacob hates when people stare at her. That’s his little sister.” Mark whispered at me.
I jumped.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake. Don’t scare me like that!” I whispered at him.
“Well sorry. I didn’t think you’d be soooo engrossed in staring that I’d make you jump.” He said in that sarcastic tone of his.
I rolled my eyes and jogged to catch up with the rest of the team. Football practice was same old, same old. All the guys were distracted by the girls on the track team running around the field and, of course, the morons who constantly aim and throw the ball at innocent by-standers didn’t miss a beat in doing so once again. It felt like within one blink, practice was over and I was already headed to the showers. Like always, I was the first to finish and leave. But what happened next was unexpected. Luciana was waiting outside the school entrance for me.
“Finally!” She yelled in an exasperated exhale of air.
“What are you still doing here?” I raised an eyebrow at her.
“Well…” she looked at the space in between her feet, took a deep breath, then continued, “since my crew is infuriated with me because of an issue going on...i have nothing to do and nowhere to go. So I thought I could hang with you.”
“With me?” I chuckled.
“What’s so funny?” She shot me a, level death ray, glare.
“Nothing. I just thought the inseparable crew already made up and that you would be with them at your normal spot.” I tossed my backpack over my shoulder, switched my gym bag to the other hand and smirked.
“Yeah. Apparently I’m not wanted there today…or maybe any other day…” I could tell she was on the brink of breaking down into tears.
So I walked up to her, hugged her and planted a kiss on her lips. She kissed back with a want most girls I have kissed portrayed. But she had a great hunger for it. The kiss prolonged longer than I had planned but it definitely took some things off my thoughts and for a split second, every problem felt like it went away. But that look on Samantha’s face when we were in the closet crossed my mind and it made it hard for me to continue kissing Luciana. The look of hurt, pain, agony, betrayal, sadness…loss. That was all I saw in those twin pools of Blizzard-blue eyes. I pulled away.
