Book I: to cross oceans for [BxB] (trans) - completed

Competitive Much? - Sean

Keanna smiled and waved as she climbed the bleachers to sit next to me.

Danny's practice was in full swing now. He stood in the field – on first base? Second base? I couldn't really tell. You'd think that being friends with a baseball player for so long, I would've learned all there was to know about baseball. Well, you'd be wrong.

The football team's practice was in full swing too. But i was doing my best to avoid even looking in their direction. Just in case Estella had installed security cameras everywhere and was watching my every move.

Knowing her, it was possible.

After what had happened on Friday, I'd decided to stop tutoring Turner. He could get help from someone else. It didn't even make sense for me to tutor him, seeing as I was in the choir and he played the triangle. Well, not played, exactly. He mostly just sat in between hormonal and giggly girls that spent all class drooling over him and held the instrument at arms length as it were a dangerous weapon.

The dissonant ping of the triangle could be sometimes heard over the cacophony of the band during music class. And no matter how many times professor Spinser had tried to correct him, Turner just didn't get the hang of it.

Either way, I wasn't going to be tutoring him anymore. Because altough I hated to admit it, Estella was right about one thing: tutoring Turner was not good for my health.

“Hi.” Keanna said, smiling brightly and pushing her glasses up her nose.

Which made me smile micheviously at her.

“Hi. Glasses, huh?” I asked.

“Yes, I wear glasses, you know that.” She said, keeping her tone casual and turnig to watch the baseball practice.

“Yes, but you only wear them if you've had your contacts in for too long. Sooooo... stayed up late, did you?” I teased, nudging her with my elbow.

“We had a lovely diner and then watched some movies. At her house.” She said, straightening invisible wrinkles on her pants.

“Uhum?” I said, waiting for her to spill whatever it was that was making her fidget anxiously with her clothes.

“It was nice.” She said, nodding.

“Just nice?” I asked.

She took a deep breath, fighting a smile. But when our eyes met she broke down and squealed. Squealed. Very loudly.

So loudly that some of the guys on the field turned to look at us.

I stared at her, in shock. Because Keanna, however sappy she might get, most certainly did not squeal. Not even for puppies or kittens or any other cute things.

“Oh my god!” she squealed again. “It was so, so awesome! We had pizza and then went back to her house to watch movies, romantic movies, can you believe that? Oh, we watched ‘Gone With the Wind’ and ‘Love, Actually’.” She said, a dreamy look in her eyes as she swayed in her seat, dancing to a song only she could hear.

“Isn't ‘Gone With the Wind’ like seven hours long?” I asked.

“We didn't watch the whole movie.” She said, raising her eyebrows suggestively.

“Ooooh, did you have some sexy times?” I asked.

“Yes! She has the softest skin and her hands are so dexterous. And her mouth, oh wow, she does this thing with her-“

“Okay, maybe that's too much information about Luna. Yes, definitely more than I care to know.” I said, cutting her off.

She chuckled and sighed, leaning forward and resting her chin on her hand.