Freshman year

Chapter two

I walk out of the locker room, the shorts feel weird. I smile and laugh as Grace wraps her arm with mine.

Dylan walks to us, his eyes dart straight for our arms. He raises a eye brow, "So am I the wrong.... or?" he asks.

"What?" I ask.

Grace just laughs her head off.

"Wrong sex?" he asks.

"No but wrong bread" I laugh.

Dylan and Grace turn their heads, "I'm a sweetheart and your a dick, that clearly didn't change" I say.

"That just made you really hotter" he says.

"I'll leave you love bugs be" Grace says raising her arms and I hold one and pull her back to me.

"So you must really hate me?" he asks.

"And?" I ask.

"How can I make it up to you?" he asks.

"You break your left arm" I say being a smart ass, Grace's jaw falls.

"How?" he asks. What!

"Wait.. Really?" I ask.

"If it will make you forgive me" he says.

"Hit me" I say.

He raises a brow and eyes look to gentle and weak. "Hit me" I say again.

His arm moves for me, I put my left foot forward, and grab his right hand swinging at me, I pull it so it's straight and bottom up. I keep my stance, and take my left arm bidding where the arm bends and Dylan shrieks, like a little girl seeing a bug, but his arm bends and he's bowing at me, as I twist his hand turning his arm so I have him pinned.

Every voice in the gym is laughing, it echoes through the school.

By the time of lunch, Grace and I sit at the table. Grace brought her new friend Kelly and they sit there laughing. "I really give you credit for this morning" Dylan says putting his tray down.

"Oh?" I ask taking a sip from my Ice water. My favorite on is the blackberry.

"Yeh, you got me good" he says looking at his tray, a sloppy burger and fries from a freezer bag.

"Dylan" I say getting him to look up, I toss him a Oreo.

"Thanks" he smiles eating the half without cream first, then licks of cream, and eats second pease.

That's how I do it too.

"I really am sorry about"

"Don't be" I answer throwing away the ziplock.

I grab my apple and walk to the basketball courts. Dylan, Grace, and Kelly not fare behind me.

I toss the rest of the apple away grabbing a ball, "Game?" I ask.

After lunch it's the end of the first day, and everyone can just leave.

"You and Dylan, verses Kelly and I" Grace says.

I toss the ball, she tosses back, three times and, than I shoot. The ball goes around the rim, Dylan jumps up hitting it in.

Grace runs and grabs the ball I run blocking Kelly and Dylan stills the ball tossing it for the hoop barley missing, I run and grab it, Grace moving back and forth. "Trish" Dylan calls. I throw the ball under Graces legs and Dylan grabs it running for the hoop and slam dunks it.

I high five him up, and down. Kelly runs with the ball about to shoot, and I hit it from her hand, legs burning already. I dribble to our hoop, and toss it to Dylan and he free throws it going around the rim, we both run for it jumping and hitting it in. We fall I land over his leg.

We both crack up in a loud laughter. "Geez. Love birds" Kelly shakes her head, short hair pink and pretty in the sun.

Dylan looks at me, we both laugh again before getting up. "Didn't now you guys play" Dylan says holding down a hand, I take it and he pulls me up.

"I love basketball" I answer him.

"Well you're better than me, but I gave up on it, after sixth grade" he says.

"Awe. Why?" I ask.

"Cause basketball wasn't popular in our old school, it was all football, or soccer. So I joined both, and adjusted to that" he says.

"You should do what you like, not give a two shits what others think" I say.

"I don't know how you can do that" he says.

"Hey, guys want to go to Kelly's house? She has a pool, ball court and some other cool stuff, it's fine if you love birds don't want too, rather stay here and make out" she laughs.

I wrinkle my nose and walk with her. "Coming?" I ask.

"I should head home, get ready for football tryouts" he says.

"Okay, bye" I say wrapping my arm with Grace's.

"Bye" he waves and walks a different direction than us.

We rush to Kelly, I don't pay any attention to what their saying. I think about Dylan, why he so nice?