He was Hot, I was Not!

Kayla's POV:

Journalism was one of my favorite classes, and I got lucky--I was chose to write for the sports page. A chick writing about sports??? But what the heck, I was good at it.

While I wished I was the cheerleader type, I just wasn't--not with my glasses, and I was so clumsy and uncoordinated...and kind of chunky. I had tried out for the girl's basketball team when I was a sophomore and after that I swore never again. It was one of the most embarassing moments of my life; even the coaches had laughed at me.

As a journalist I would get to write about the games and check out all of the cute guys at the same time. Because let's face it, most of the cutest guys in high school were the jocks. Also, one of the great things about writing about sports was I got in to all the football games for free with my press pass--that was pretty cool, and a lot of people envied me for that.

I pretty much knew all of the players, a lot of us had grown up together, and I had gone to school with a lot of the rest of the guys so they pretty much accepted me as one of them. They didn't come on to me, they talked about girls in front of me--some of it which was embarassing--to them, I was just one of the guys--with boobs though.

My first big assignment was a JV game on Thursday night. So I took my press pass, notebook, and pencil ready to go to work. A couple of girls I knew were there so I sat with them and we cheered our team on. The JV team had a new quarterback and he was playing a helluva game--he pretty much won the game for the team with his strong arm and accurate aim, so I made him the focus of the story.

"Shaundra, do you know the name of the quarterback?" I asked the girl sitting next to me who happened to live in the same neighborhood as me too.

"His name is Stanley Larkin," she replied, "He's a cutie. I have a huge crush on him, but I don't think he's interested."

I made a sympathetic face and wrote down his name on my notepad. Our JV kicked the visiting teams ass 21-7, and the game was over. The guys were going back into the locker room which was right by where Shaundra and I were sitting.

"Hi Shaundra," said a deep and melodic voice.

I looked up from writing on my notepad. It was Stan, the quarterback. MY STAN...or maybe he was Shaundra's Stan...

I almost felt like I was in the way. I noticed the look that passed between Stan and Shaudra, and I began to wonder if there was something going on between them.