His mom's words shot into my heart like daggers. Then I felt an ice cold pair of eyes staring at me. Turn around and find out they were hers. NOW I KNOW WHY YOU LIKE MANDY. SHE'S JUST LIKE YOU. COLD AS ICE, MEAN, AND BITTER LIKE A LEMON. "DO I LOVE HER? REALLY? WHY DO YOU THINK I CAME OVER HERE AT 10:30 LAST NIGHT TO APOLIGIZE ABOUT WHAT YOU SAID? YA KNOW WHAT; IT LOOKS LIKE MY LEAVING THE HOUSE ACTIONS ARENT WORKING FOR YOU SO MAYBE THIS WILL." Mason said walking towards me. He then wraps his arm around my waist, puts his hand on my face, and kisses me. This one wasn't like the others. This one was long and passionate and real, the others were short, lifeless and hungry.
When he pulled away this time, I didn't bother to press mine back to his. I just looked at him surprised at the lust in the kiss. I had to tear my eyes away from his or I'd want more. I sheepishly looked in the direction of my dad, surprisingly he wasn't mad; my mom looked as surprised as I do; Mr. Johnson looked purely proud of his son; and Mrs. Johnson looked as if she'd been hit in the face. Anger and surprise weld up in her bright red face; and last but definitely not least, Mason. He wasn't surprised, or afraid, or even angry. He was the hardest to read. But by looking in his eyes, he really did love me.
I haven't seen him since this morning. I hope he's ok. I was walking out of the last period of the day getting ready to get changed for the game when I saw him. "Hey are you ok?" "Yeah I'll be fine, are you ready to suit up?" honestly I wasn't sure if I was or not. "Yea." I lie. "Then c'mon we got to get your jersey." That's actually the first time I've seen him smile all day. WAIT WHY IS HE SMILING? He pulls me into the coach's office and hands me a box. "Look through them and find the one you like best. Oh and coach won't let you were shoulder pads so I'm protecting you all night." "Oh, ok." I say pulling out a pink jersey. Then a blue one, and a green one, then finally a black one. Hey don't judge black goes with anything.
"That's the one you're wearing?" "Yep." "Ok, then c'mon." getting ready and going over the bases took a long time. Confirming with coach that I got everything he was telling me, the game was about to start. Everyone got pumped and ran through the sign. Except me. I was last out; and of course Mason was ahead of everyone. The crowd was pumped. Especially when coach put me in the game. The last few minutes of the last quarter. "Look Williams, we're down by two. We need you to make this last throw." Coach said slapping my back and telling me where to stand. "BLUE 42, BLUE 42! HIKE!" everything was in motion now. Guys were charging at me. But I had Mason.
I searched the field for an open guy. #54. I threw the ball with all the force I had. Then the crowd went wild and I hit the ground. The body mass was so heavy and I had nothing protecting me. Everything went dark. I felt the relief of the body being removed from my now dead weight. "DUDE...OF...HER...ARE...TRYING...KILL...HER!!!" Is all I could hear from him. "KRYSTAL... SOMETHIN... C'MON... BE... OK..." I couldn't move. But I could hear bits and pieces. What happened?
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Short yet eventful am I right!!!! Does anyone have any idea of why they say colours before they say hike??? I just dont get it!!!! Adiós ratones!!!!!!
