Rogue Confessions

Chapter Three

The song on the side is so beautiful<3 listen to it please? I hope whoever is reading this enjoys! :) And that sexy beast, Holden Nowell, is playing Chris. Picture of him on the side<3 Dedication

for being an amazing writer and wanting an upload! thank you!

So me and Chris were friends at one point, in second grade. We played together, and our parents were friends and all of that. They still are friends, but me and Chris had a little falling out when he got his first girlfriend in third grade. He always focused on her. I admit I might have had a little crush on him back then. I don't really get a lot of guy attention anymore, though. I do not, repeat do not have a crush on him still. That would be silly considering I am not the popular, or good looking, while he is a football player with good looks and-JENNIFER! I don't like him. At all. Am I talking to myself?

Anyways, during that great thing called recess, he would play with that girl, Sam, instead of me. He would push her on the swing and not me. He would go down the slide with her and not me. He would sit with her at lunch after recess. That is when I started developing a friendship with Tiffany. She invited me to sit down with her, showing me all of her cool Little Pet Shop's and letting me play with her. We started to hang out after school, walking to her house, and then we started to have sleepovers every weekend. Now, that has been a regular routine for us ever since then. We switch off houses every weekend. I am so glad I found Tiffany, she is my soul sister and I wouldn't want anyone else as a friend. Well, it would be great having Chris as a friend... I need to stop thinking about such things! I am such a loser.

---

"GO!" My soccr coach yelled, and blew her whistle. We were doing a scrimmage and I had the ball. I rotated around two people, keeping my back to them and dribbling the ball. Then one of the defense players stole it, but I quickly got it back. Then I went to the goal. There was dirt all over the ball, and my cleats were soaked from sweat. I know this was just a scrimmage game-but I always gave my all. I looked directly to the goalie, who is my friend Kylie. I then kicked the ball right over her head, where I knew she wasn't expecting. The ball swished in the net, and my team started cheering.

"Good job, Marks. Your team wins. You can all go get a water now. Then your free to go." I jog over to the benches and pick up a water, and take a couple of gulps out of it. I then start packing up all of my things into a duffel bag, throw it over my shoulder, and walk over to the parking lot where my crappy car is. I pass one of the boys locker rooms where there is an outside entrance so the football team can enter easily. I hear what it seems to be crying. Me being me, I couldn't just walk away without feeling I killed a puppy. So I decide to go against school rules and enter the locker room-which is identical to the girls. I walk through the long rows of lockers, noticing that the guys really need to clean them out- it smells of dirty socks. It's so gross.

So, I continue to walk through the lockers and hear the crying again-it's coming from the showers. I really hope I don't walk into anyone naked. That would be awkward.

I enter the stalls, and I see something I don't expect to see.

It's the one and only Chris Kraemer.

And he's crying.

I run up to him, and do the only thing that I can think of-I hug him. He looks at me, and he looks sort of venerable.

"What are you doing-"

"Chris, what happened?"

"Some kids just came in here and beat me up." I noticed he had a black eye and a swollen lip with a cut. And of course, him being him, he didn't fight back because he would have felt bad. He has a very muscular structure so he probably would've hurt them badly-but that doesn't matter. He still should have fought back so he wouldn't be in this shape right now.

"You should've fought back." He shook his head.

"I couldn't. I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize. Now come, we are going to get you cleaned up."

The car ride back to my house was a little awkward due to the fact we haven't had a normal conversation in years. I just turned my CD's on, and Collide by Howie Day came on. So I turned the volume up.

"Damn, I love this song!"

"Me too!" I smiled. Who would've thought that me and him would have the same music taste?

I finally pulled up to my house, and I knew this had to be awkward considering that the last time he was here we had been in second grade and best friends. Now I'm cleaning him up and we aren't anything.

---

"This is so cold Jenn!" I rolled my eyes and laughed.

"Obviously! It's ice you dumb ass!"

"Whatever." He replied, smiling a little bit. "But I should probably get going. My mom is probably wondering where I am."

"Not that she is never here," I softly laughed. "Knowing her, she is probably here right this second."

"You're probably right. But thank you." He stood up.

"It's not a problem. Just remember, I have something big planned." I stood up too, stretching a little bit.

"I have something even bigger."

"That's what she said!"

"You dirty minded freak." He said, shaking his head. "Thank you. I'll see you around, okay?"

"Yeah," I said. Then He came up to me and wrapped his strong arms around me, me wrapping my arms around his waist. He then let go after a few moments too long, not that I minded.

"Bye."

"Adios." I waved bye, as he walked out of my room and then I heard the front door close. I have this weird feeling in the pit of my stomach, almost longing. But for what?