Not So Typical Playboy

Tumbleweed

  Chapter Three

      †Tumbleweed

†Reese's POV †

          I smiled as I kicked the ball. I was playing soccer with the elementary

kids. I helped out with the after school program. The ASAP, After School

Athletic Program. I played sports with the kids whose parents are busy at

this time of day. I volunteer until 4:30. Then I go to work then back home. I

work at Dairy Queen. I looked at my watch and then told. the kids good

bye. I walked to my bike and it reminded me suddenly of Cale's sister Mira.

She was super pretty, and she wasn't overconfident about it. I wonder

what her reaction is going to be when I go to cross country practice

tomorrow. I play hockey and water polo on other seasons. I put my helmet

on and revved off. I loved my bike, it was my pride. It was my only

birthday/ Christmas present I had ever gotten these 15 years of my life. My

bike takes my mind off of my family problems and let's me focus on things.

Its kind of my calm thing. Whenever I get mad I say to myself, remember

the bike man... Usually saying that forces me into a calm mood. But that

day with Mira I let it slip. I'm sick of people calling me a Playboy. News

flash I am not a Playboy. I have never slept with anyone or done anything

of that sort.. I know what your thinking... But what? Everyone says that

you've done it with them! Huh, sometimes people lie because they want to

feel better about themselves. Mira, the girl that I've been waiting for,

doesn't want to be near me because I am a 'Playboy' I've never met a girl

that's like Mira. I've told her brother Cale all about my problems, and he

told me that his sister would be everything that could counter those things.

She would be able to help fix them. She seems just right for me to. Its

just... I'm not right for her. She doesn't like the fact that I've 'been' with

other women.  Basically Cale said that if I gain her trust she would help me

in every way, shape, and form. I already talked to him today, he gave me

her cell phone number so I can anonymously text her ' accidentally'. I

whipped out my phone and looked at her contact name, Mira. I texted her

and said, Sup Dude, so she would just think that I was trying to talk to a

dude. She responded with,

Mira* Umm, who are you?

* Isn't this Jay?

Mira* Umm, no this is Mira...

* Wait, Mira Kress??