Sweet Caroline

Chapter 1: Take Me Out To The Ball Game

      As I got ready for school, I couldn't help but continuously hum "Take Me Out To The Ball Game". I was going to see the Jacksonville Jumbo Shrimp play ball tonight. I'm so excited, I can barely keep it in. I put on my black uniform shirt, and my khaki jeggings. What color socks should I wear? I thought to my self. I pick out some gray and blue socks and flip down on my bed to put them on. I lean down and grab my all black Adidas and I untied them, just to put them on and retie them. I put on my deodorant and afterwards, I put on my Victoria's Secret perfume called Beach Flower. It smells really good, too. It was Friday, August 31st. The game was tonight at 7, which meant as soon as I got home from school, I had to change, fix my make-up, reapply deodorant and perfume and fix my hair. I got my bangs cut last night, right along with about 2 inches trimmed off. I looked at my watch, which read that it was only 8:20 am. I have 20 minutes to spare. I decided to get on my tablet, and get on Twitter reading tweets from Aaron Carpenter, Laura Lee, Donald Trump, and Brendon Urie. Brendon Urie is SO fine. I thought to myself. Why does he have to be so beautiful? "Avery! Come eat breakfast! You can't be late for your spanish exam today!" My mom - Jennifer - yelled from down stairs. " Coming! " I yelled back.

      I have dark brown hair that goes to the middle of my back, bright and big green eyes, freckles, and my bangs covered my forehead but surrounded my eyes. I'm 5'1, very short, smart, I have black matte nerdy-styled glasses, and braces. The legit definition of "nerd".

      I walked out the door at 8:40 and walked through my yard, to get to the road, and walked up to my bus stop. My best friends Jessica Thompson (JT) and CJ Woodmoore were waiting for me. We call ourselves triplets because we oddly look alike and everyone actually thinks we are. My friend Ava Edwards walked over to me and hugged me, crying with black streaks of mascara running down here face. "Awe, honey, what's wrong?" I asked confused. " Dext-Dexter  broke uh-up with me! " she sniffled. "Oh no! You guys had been together for 3 years. That's dedication and he can't just up and leave you!" I said patting her back, comforting her. She leaned out of the hug and wiped her years away. " You're right! Plus I'll be over him sooner than I think. " She said. She sounded determined but, whatever. Just then my bus pulled in and stopped. "Happy Friday, kids!" She greeted us. Her name was Mrs. Annette but we always called her Annie. " Hi, Mrs. Annie! "

      I sat down in my usual seat on the bus, as CJ say with me and JT sat in the seat across from us. The bus ride was quiet, nothing important to talk about. Until we got to school, that is. When we got off the bus, I could see there was a fight happening. I knew who both of the boys in the fight were. One of them were James Lee and the other was John Hendrix. James was winning as usual.

      I admit, I have a crush on James, but there is no way on God's green Earth he likes me back. I have had a crush on him for 5 years. Ever since 6th grade. He had dark brown short hair, sky blue eyes, dimples and he was 6'5. He was hawt.

      I stood there and watched James win the fight, and of course John was bloody and probably had a couple broken bones. "What was that for?" I asked James as he came over to me. " I caught him making eyes at my sister. " he darkly chuckled. I couldn't help but shake my head.

      I made it through 5 classes already, all I have to do is survive 2 more classes. I can do this! I thought to myself. I was ready for 6th period.I now had to go to my ELA teachers class; Mr. Abate. He was super sexy. If you had to be locked away in prison for life for now sexy you were, he would be in there billions of years after death. He had short black hair, white translucent glasses similar to mine, a mouth dropping smile,  he's 6'7, and he is really muscular. I'm sure all the girls had a crush on the single teacher but no one ever said anything until I wrote a note to my class friend, Mallorie Newton, and so one read it, she stood up and yelled, "Avery Johnson has a huge crush on Mr. Abate!" I blushed with embarrassment and hid my head under my jacket. I groaned of embarrassment as everyone snickered and laughed about it.

      When class was over, I just wanted to rush out of class to my next class. " Avery, will you stay a minute? I 'd like to talk to you about what happened to day. " he said, as he winked at me. I waited for everyone to leave the classroom, before sitting down. He shut the door and walked over towards his desk. He was turned around and he was hunched over his desk. He's so sexy. I thought to myself. "Avery, I like you too. I wish I would have known earlier that you liked me because I kept telling myself I would tell today that I like you, but I never got around to it, or always felt like you didn't like me back," he said nervously. I looked down and started fiddling with my jacket zipper and kept my head down. "I like you, too, Avery. Just don't tell anyone that please. I do not want to be arrested for a teacher-student crime," he said, turned around leaning on his desk with his eyes closed. God, he looked so hot just standing there hunched over his desk. I blushed and smiled as I stood up to stretch. He turned around and looked at me, confusion crossing his face. " Everything okay? You look like I just threatened you to a one-on-one basketball game, " I said waving my hand in front of him. "Why have you been humming that baseball game song all day, Avery?" he asked. " Well, Mr. Abate. If you mu-" I paused as he put a warm finger to my lips. "Don't call me that. Call me Alexander. Calling me Mr. makes me feel older than what I am. I am only 22. I skipped 9th and 10th grade due to being smarter than everyone else," he said as he removed his finger, smiling. I decided to continue what I was saying. " Okay, Alexander, I am going to the Jacksonville Jumbo Shrimp baseball game after school today, " I said, cursing my self in my head. Why does he care? It's not like he plays baseball or is going to the game. All I know is he's a football fan. I mean, for Pete's sake he carries a football with him every class. I thought to myself. "I'm going too!" He said, excitedly. So much for not going, huh? Time without a hot teacher never broke anyone's neck, right? " Who's going with you to the game? " he asked, sounding skeptical.  "My mom, my two sisters, my brother, one of my sister's boy-toy, my step dad, and my nephew." I said, cautiously. "Great! See you there, Avery!" He said, as he leaned toward me to kiss me...