The bell signaling the end of the day on Friday rang promptly and soon the pristine white hallways of East Forest were flooded with masses of students swarming toward the doors. I found Margo waiting for me on the front steps.
"Jeez, I'm wiped out," I said as Margo and I walked towards the Senior class parking lot together.
"I know," she agreed, "It's been a long week."
"Are you going to the game tonight?" I asked.
"No, I don't think so," she answered, "I don't really feel like going out."
"Are you sure? This is may be our last game against Ridgedale. It's your last chance to experience the excitement," I pleaded, attempting to persuade her to change her mind.
"The excitement?" she scoffed incredulously, "Last year at the Ridgedale game a girl puked on my shoes."
"Come on, Margo," I sighed, "We can leave early if you want!"
"I really liked those shoes," she stressed.
"Fine," I said, finally conceding.
Margo drove me home and a I received a text from Blake just as I was climbing up the front steps.
Ur coming to the game tonight right?
I tore of my gloves and responded.
Yep
Blake didn't say anything after that.
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Ridgedale High School was only half an hour away, and I made it to the stadium right on time. I parked my car about a block from the overflowing lot and then stepped out into the cold night. I could see my breath as I walked down the sidewalk, and I could hear the faint sound of the crowd as I neared the school.
I found a seat towards the top of the bleachers and settled down on the gelid metal. It was a miserable night- the below freezing temperatures made the stadium feel like a tundra, my hands began to feel raw after about 10 minutes, and the air was stiff and icy.
I spotted Sarah at the bottom of the pyramid of cheerleaders, her face illuminated by the blinding field lights. The stands were practically silent-- everyone too cold to cheer. Things weren't much better on the field. By the time the fourth quarter rolled around, Ridgedale was winning by 20 points.
I sat miserably as the clock ticked down, occasionally voicing my school spirit by giving a quick hoorah for Lamar. When the game ended, the East Forest student body marched miserably back towards the parking lot, but I headed over to the Ridgedale locker rooms.
The turf was frozen beneath my feet. It felt weird to be walking across the field with the towering lights blazing down on me. I entered the school, which was refreshingly warm. The hallways were like a maze, and I barely made it to the gym area. I reached the locker rooms just in time to see Ridgedale's quarterback slip inside.
"Hey wait," I called out.
He opened the door quickly when he heard my exclamation.
"My name's Laine Frayer. I'm from East Forest. I was wondering if I could ask you a couple questions for our school newspaper," I explained.
He raised his eyebrows at me.
"Um... okay," he responded, sounding unsure, "Just let me get changed first."
"Okay," I smiled, trying to be polite, "I'll wait here."
"I'm Joseph by the way," he said as he went back into the locker room.
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Falling for the Player
Teen FictionLaine had always hated Blake Harmon. She hated the way he sauntered down the hallway, the way he acted like he was the best at everything, the way his blonde hair fell perfectly over his his perfectly sculpted face..... Meet Laine, the quirky, sarca...
