A Perfect Pair

First Practice

         KC's POV

      That boy just would not get off my mind. The way he carried himself with such poise, yet his deminor reminded shy and friendly compared to many guys I had come across during the fourteen years I had been alive thusfar. In all actuality, he couldn't even compare to guys I had come across throughout my childhood in Ohio. I never had many male friends, and most guys my age were either developing fuckbois or complete weirdos that were more like awkward monsters, and there was nothing in between. The way he had smiled that day brought a new found warmth to my heart and my life in general. I was determined to see it again. 

     But that plan would have to wait, because for the rest of that summer, I had never come into contact with Calvin. Nearly every Monday I would be up at the bowling alley, hanging out with my friends, working on my bowling capabilities for the upcoming season, and just trying to make myself somewhat relevant in this world. Nearly every week the girls and I would go out for ice cream, or putt-putting, or we would just find something stupid to do to keep us out late to have fun. I really felt like I fit in with Katie, Kayla, and Alexis. They were the closest I had ever found to true friends in a very long time, and I really hoped that we wouldn't lose that once the season started. And I also hoped that the season starting would bring me closer to Cal as well. 

    It felt weird to be so obsessed with a boy I had only seen once, but I just sort of went with it. I had never really liked a guy before simply because pretty much all guys I've met are assholes, so I just let myself subcome to this crush and let it take me over. Some might find it weird that I'm constantly in search of this guy I had only seen once before, but I just brushed it off like it was nothing. After all, no one could tell me how I could feel, seeing as I am the one who feels how I feel, if that made any sense. 

    Anyway, the summer soon began to fade away. After spending months sleeping in, daydreaming my time away, reality began to settle back in. The world around me began to slip back into its cold and dark arms eof hopelessness. As June turned to July and July to August, I found myself roaming the halls of a gigantic hell-hole with 2,700 kids ages thirteen to nineteen, some being brighter than others, and adjusting to the life of high school. The intense heat and freedom of my days had turned into a bit of a chiller night full of homework and test-cramming. I was a fairly smart young girl, most of my classes being advanced. However, I was not one to brag in anyway, and I just kept to myself. I certainly wasn't shy, I was just so used to being put down or being sucked up into drama that I just sort of said fuck it and lived things day by day, some days helping me to find friends and others leaving me all alone. My favorite class of the day would have to have been my free period, where Kayla and I would run passes for the tenth grade guideince office, and we would often sneak up to the "Hub", or library, to mess with Katie while she took her online classes. 

     With a 4.0 GPA, the first quarter went by far quicker than I had planned on it. And despite how much work I did both in and out of school, on top of constant volunteer work I did with a local YMCA group, I still went to bowling every single Monday, to keep myself loose for the upcoming season. During the season, we could bowl anywhere from two to six days a week, so you always had to stretch and be ready for what could come. Monday was probably my favorite day of the week for quite some time, simply because I could be with my friends and be myself  it also lead me to hope that I could lay my eyes on Cal, which was always a minor devastating blow when he didn't show up. 

    Despite that slight frustration, I was always happy to go and work with my friends on the lanes. I had met one of the two Amy's, the nice one of the team. There were two Amy's that bowled on the varsity squad: Amy D, and Amy F. Amy D was a short and petite flag twirler and she was one of the nicest people you could ever meet. She was one of the only girls on the team who worked, spending some late nights waitressing for an upscale Italian restaurant not too far away. However, Amy F was practically worse than any form of hell imaginable. She was the one person on this team who could break us. She was the source of all drama, anger, tears, and literal hell. I hadn't had an encounter with her yet, and I feared the day I would.