Rivals and Jeers

Chapter 2

He had jet black hair and eyes that were bluer than blue. His high cheekbones made him even more beautiful. He had on a white and blue football jersey, the colors of Northglenn.

Dan scrambled to his feet, blushing profusely. He held out his hand to the other boy and helped him up. After he was on his feet, the two held the other's hand for a few moments. Realizing they were still holding hands, Dan blushed even more and dropped the other boy's hand.

"The name's Phil by the way." The other boy said. He smiled at Dan. "Sorry I was a bit rude when I first spoke to you, but you were the one who crashed into me." He laughed and Dan relaxed a little.

"Yeah, sorry about that." He shyly looked at the ground.

"It's fine. I'm fine. See?" He knocked his hand against his chest. "Padding. Able to withstand any force." He suddenly put his hand on Dan's shoulder and looked him in the eye. Dan felt an electric spark course through him. "But are you okay, dude?" Dan's face was redder than a tomato.

"I-I-I'm fine." He stuttered. Phil's hand was still on his shoulder. Phil playfully pushed Dan away. He rubbed his shoulder and started to walk back to the parking lot. He still felt that electricity as he walked to his car. He still felt it as he got out his keys to unlock it.

"Hey, flipping boy!" A voice shouted over the din of the parking lot. Dan turned around to see Phil running towards him. When he came closer, he saw a small piece of paper clutched in his hand.

"I never got your name, flipping boy." He said.

"My name is Dan." He replied. His heart was pounding in his ears and his face was beginning to redden for the umpteenth time in the past five minutes.

"Well 'Dan' it was nice to meet you." He put out his hand for Dan to shake. He took it and as he did, Phil placed the paper in his palm.

Phil pulled away and smirked. "What's this?" Dan asked, holding up the paper.

"My number. Call me sometime, will ya?" Phil winked and walked away. And Dan was left alone in the parking lot, staring at the paper and redder than a fire truck.