Unintentional

Amy POV

I'm up with a bunch of energy, and my challenge isn't until 11:00 am. I decided to just go for a run. Dressing quickly, I am out the door and on my way. I run for, approximately, twenty minutes, then slow my pace, and reduce to a fast walk while shuffling through my playlist. In the next instant, I am flat on my ass.

"What the fuck?! Watch where the hell you are-"

"I'm so very sorry. Are you hurt? Are you ok?"

I am being helped to my feet by a red-head beauty. I really don't mind falling, if I can have women like this picking me up. She is literally checking me for bruises, or any other indication of injury. Taking a step back, I brush at the ass of my pants.

"Hey, I'm good. I'm not glass. Nothing is cracked, or broken."

She smiles after my comment.

"I'm really sorry. I just wasn't paying attention to what I was doing."

"It's ok, beautiful. I'm not hurt... maybe, just my ego. By the way, I'm Amy, and you are...??"

She sticks her hand out for a shake.

"I am Avery, and I should be leaving."

Before she can release my hand from the shake, I say, "let me get your number before you leave."

She seems baffled by my direct approach.

I, quickly, add, "after all, you knocked me flat on my ass. You should find out how I'm doing in the next day or two."

She is smiling and shaking her head, but reaching for my phone. She gives me her number, and she is off. Readjusting myself, I turn and head back home.

Like usual, Maria has breakfast on the table. I sit and devour every last thing on my plate.

Idling until near 11:00 a.m., I spend my time tormenting Maria and fixing my bathroom.

It's safe to say my room is complete now. Poor Maria. She will have to take care of the rest on her own.

It's 11:05 a.m., and I'm walking on the court to meet Chuck. He is there shooting from the three-pointer line.

"Practicing, I see. Scared already, Chuck? I hope you brought plenty of cash because I have a huge appetite."

He is chuckling, "you got jokes, huh?"

We fist bump, and the game is underway. Chuck is a very good player, but in every school I've been to, I have been on a team, so he's in for a real treat. As he scores, so do I. It is a very tight game. It seems like each shot we take is converting into a basket. Sweat is dripping off the two of us. The rule is that whoever reaches twenty points first is the winner. We are using just half court. I am at eighteen, and he is at seventeen. He has the ball. I can see him making his way to the three point line. I am thinking there goes my victory. I run and make it just in time to block his shot. He wasn't expecting that. I run over to the other side of the three point line and let go. It goes in!! I am jumping and dancing because of my victory. He is grinning.

"Don't be such a girl about it," he says.

I start to laugh, "Oh! It hurts, doesn't it, Chuck? That bruised ego is causing you a lot of pain, huh?"

He nudges me with his shoulder.

"Behave yourself before you end up paying for your own lunch."

He asks where we should dine, but since I am new here, I say he can decide.
We have lunch and chat. He discloses that he is on the team for Cape Land High. I'm so excited about this news. That is the very school that I will be starting on Monday. He says he will look for me. I am not even in school yet, and I have a friend. Things are really great.

Chuck walks me back to my house, and he is amazed that we only live two blocks apart. I am not. This whole island seems like only seven blocks. No doubt he would live close by.