Varsity Boy and The Prep

8

Light shone in through the wide window of our dorm, making the twinkle lights the framed it, unnecessary. The light gave our quaint and undecorated dorm, a golden glow to it. And while Jessa sat on her side, unpacking, I brushed my hair up into a ponytail.

"Why does your coach have practice on the first day back?" Jessa asked.

I looked to my full suitcase that was sitting on my bed. "I don't know. Surely not for convenience purposes."

Jessa grumbled a few hateful words about the sports at this school and kept to her unpacking. My hands grabbed the straps of my track bag.

"See you, J!"

She nodded.

On the back of our door, Jessa had changed the message on our whiteboard. Instead of saying that the two of us rule the world, it now said that "Jessa and Emery wish you a happy new year."

It was a nice message. I liked the whiteboards on the back of the doors-it gave each dorm a personality, instead of just the same old boring, oak doors. Some whiteboards had pictures, some quotes, and near the elevator, they mainly had the two people's names. I took the elevator down and opened the doors.

Finally, I was outside. And the best part was that our dorms were the closest to the fields.

Usually, I would get in a nice jog before practice, but I decided to admire campus instead. The sun that had been shining through to my dorm was out and illuminating the paths of Towerpointe Prep. Straight ahead was the arts side. I gently reminded myself that track was on north campus and turned in a different direction. I'd gotten used to going to the arts side, and it was going to be hard to re-program. Because this term, I didn't have library detention.

I didn't have library detention.

It was weird to think about sleeping in, or taking naps, or even just having time to cram. It was weird to think that my sentence was served.

I was lucky.

My detention had started exactly a month from when fall term ended. I didn't have to endure the pain of being locked up in the library for the whole fall term.

Asher didn't, either. Because, I wouldn't count our sneaking out of the library-detention.

Why was I thinking of this? Track was my main priority, and I was nearing the main fields. Pushing away any thoughts of the last term, I jogged to a hilltop that overlooked the pristine track. Nobody was on the field. Coach couldn't have cancelled. She was famous for her first day back practices, and how hard she made us work at them. And to be honest, I didn't mind the tough practices. They were what made you better. A recognizable face passed by me and said a few words. He was walking so quickly, but I got the message. All track practices were cancelled. I stood at the hilltop, not knowing what to do. There were quite a couple of options, but as I began to go through them, I could sense two people coming towards me-each taking a side. Turning my head ever so slightly, I saw a dark haired prince on one side and a light haired prince on the other. Closing my eyes, it was so easy to imagine they were princes, vying for my love. But they weren't.

"How was France?" I asked, on an exhale.

"I can definitely see you on the cheer squad." Asher said, sarcastically.

I felt inclined to respond, but Theo got to it before me.

"We had a good time. Are excited to be back, though. I guess you heard the news about JV practices being cancelled."

"Then why are you here?"

Asher took a step in front, so that I could see him better. He looked the same, maybe taller. "My friend and I are not junior varsity. We're the real deal. And the real deal has practice starting in a few minutes."