Even Colors Are blind

Chapter 1- Buzzkill

Chapter 1- Buzzkill

"I remember years ago, when we used to hate each other's guts" I sigh, as I bring the water bottle up to my mouth. I take a huge drink, and wipe the excess off on the back of my hand. "Oh how times have changed"

"Yeah, I was such a tattle tail." He pauses slightly and smiles. His Hazel eyes meet mine, which makes a smile tug at my lips.

"Got that right" I say nudging him slightly, as he lets out a chuckle. I remember it like yesterday. Back in grade school, Jackson would always tattle on me. That day forward I vowed that I would hate him. Until middle school rolled up and we kinda became frenemies in a way.

He would tell on me for taking a pencil from another kid, or something stupid. One time I took his love note that he had made for another girl and put it in a Tanya's locker. Tanya moved away a couple years ago, but when he told her it was a mistake, she ended up stalking him for it. Karma..

"Do you remember when we got in a fist fight?" he grins at the old memory.

"That only happened because you called me names." I defend, sticking out my tongue at him. He chuckles and takes a swig of his water bottle.

"Are you going to the dance this Friday?" I ask, which took a lot of courage to actually speak the words other than stuttering

"Yeah, but it's not a real dance is it? We don't have to dress up?" I nod and a sign of relief grows on his face.

"Mkay, well I'll see you after practice I guess." He nods as I head to the other side of the field. All the memories of hating Jackson flood my mind as I look back at him. How could so much hate grow into having fuzzy lovey feelings about him? Life even surprises me at times.

I've actually been growing fond of Jackson lately. We don't sit with each other at lunch or text, none of that. Just school 'friends'

I kinda like it that way, I guess. But when I see him talk to other girls. To be fully honest, it pisses me off. I know he's not mine, and he can do whoever he wants. But I still get that feeling. That little voice inside my head saying 'don't let him go' , no matter how badly I want to.

I look over at him again and he's talking to Brianna, One of his closest girl friends. See that space between girl and friends. That space is called the friend zone. I'm in that space.

Jackson smiles and laughs along with her.

"He's not mine, He's not mine." I repeat over and over.

"He's not"

"Mine....." I look down and let out a breath. Love is so........ strange

"Concentrate Alice, are we going to race or what?" Coach Tim jokes as he raises his hand and stares at me straight in the eyes. He models my running position and gives me a warming smile.

"Only of corse" I smile a give out a laugh. Taking in a sharp breath, I look up and back to Tim.

"Go!" He shouts and makes a beam line for the other end of the field.

"Hey! No head starts!" I smile and run after him to catch up. He stumbles a little and starts laughing.

"I need starts, I'm old!" He causes me to start laughing again. 

"Keep going!" I hear coach Zee yell. "Show that old guy who the new runner is!"

Sprinting to the finish line in time before Coach Tim, I jump up and down happily.

"Yes!" I shout victoriously, and fist pump the air. "Whoop whoop, looks like this youngster has you beat" I smile at him and Couch Tim returns it.