The Pond

Chapter Three: Under The Bleachers

"BZZZZ!" Ugh. Stupid phone.

I groan before even opening my eyes and roll over to pick up my phone. When I lift it to my face, the first thing I say is...

"Really! Who is even awake at this time in the morning!" I complain to myself and throw my legs over my bed. It was a text from Wyatt.

"One, how'd he even get my number, and two, why is he- oh wait. He's one of them, I forgot that he wakes up extremely early to fit in some morning sex."

     "Can you meet me after school somewhere for tutoring today?" Why did I agree to do this?

     "Yeah sure, where should we go?" I texted back quickly, checking the time.

     "You pick, just text me when you know."

I got off of our messages and decided that since I'm up, I might as well call Quinn and see if she wants to go get McDonalds with me before school starts.

"Hello?" Quinn answers the phone with a tired voice, letting me know she just woke up too.

"Hey, do you want to go get McDonalds with me before school? Don't ask why I'm awake so early, that's a story for when I pick you up."

"Yeah, just give me like fifteen minutes to get ready and head on over."

"Same. I just got woken up. Be there in about twenty minutes." I hung up and got up to get dressed.

I pulled up in front of Quinn's house and honked the horn for her, and about three minutes later, she drug herself out the front door and plopped down in the seat next to me. As soon as I pushed my foot down on the peddle...

"Alright," Quinn says, "spill."

"Okay, so at about 5:00 this morning, Wyatt texted me to ask me if I was available for tutoring him after school."

"I don't get it, what's so big about that?"

"He wants me to meet him somewhere other than school!" I emphasized to show her the big deal.

"Ohhhhh!"

"Won't that look like I'm out with him?"

Quinn put her hand to her chin and looked out the window. "Maybe."

"Ugh, where should we go so nobody suspects anything?"

"Well, I guess you'll have to go somewhere private, but you better hope nobody sees you because the talk of that will be even worse than people seeing you in public together." Quinn makes a good point. I guess I better be extra careful.

"What do you think about under the bleachers at the ball field? There aren't any practices going on and it isn't game season, but it'll be nice out today. Oh, and by the way, you don't mind riding the bus home do you?"

"Perfect, just go up there at different times. And no, not at all." Good, Quinn agrees.

"Alright, I'll talk to him at school."

After we got McDonalds, we pulled up in the schools parking lot to finish our breakfast before many people were there. And as we pulled in, guess who we saw.