She's My Girlfriend!

Chapter 29: I Don't Date!

"Are you sick?" She asked. I took the earbuds out and put my iTouch back in my bag as we stood there.

"No, why?"

"Oh, well because I've never seen you play like this before... some of the girls were mad on the field about it, saying stuff like, 'She needs to get over it and play.' Or 'She's never played this bad.' And more." I wasn't sure if I really cared about hearing this, but I turned around and headed for the bus. "Is it because we haven't... you know?" I stopped walking and stood there with a confused and annoyed look on my face.

"What?"

"Uhm... haven't talked about us?" Oh my god... I turned around to look at her and pushed up my glasses.

"Do you think we're dating or something?"

"Well... we did like... hook up?" She shuffled her gym bag slightly. I sighed as I looked at the ground.

"We aren't." I said as I turned around to head back to the bus to once again be stopped. I closed my eyes as I felt my head cradle down. She had wrapped her arms around me and placed her head on my shoulder. Right there for a split moment, I pictured Jemma doing this exact same thing to me, so I felt myself relax slightly. However, my beautiful dream crash landed as she spoke in my ear.

"Please can we? I thought what we shared last week was... amazing... and I've had a crush on you for the past year." Past year...? I've only known this girl for 2 months... "And I know you're a flirt and like to uhm... well do things with other girls and guys, but I think we have a lot in common." 'I don't even know you and you know nothing about me...' "We'd make a cute couple..."

"Can you let go of me?" Was all I asked. Her arms slacked slightly, but didn't fully release me.

"You... don't think we would?" Her tone was so... I don't know.

"I don't date-."

"Come on girls!" The coach roared as she leaned out the school bus. I yanked away from her, turned back to give her a look then headed onto the bus.

As I took a seat in the back, I placed my bag next to me so she'd get the hint I just wanted to be left alone. She gave me a depressed look then sat next to Marie which I barely heard whisper, 'Don't bother with her, she's a whore and would cheat on you anyway.'
I rolled my eyes and did my usual ritual; sunglasses and music.

At the Party!

"I can't believe you did that." Jenny complained as we walked through a crowd of people at some dude's party.

"Did what, exactly?" I asked, even though I already knew what she was referring to. This party was so lame, there were people playing beer pong, caps, making out with other drunk people, and some couples off fucking somewhere I'm sure. I felt a sigh escape me as we walked over to our little 'group'.

"Ditched me to hang out with that girl! Who is she anyway?" She asked as she took a seat in Dillon's Lap, her boyfriend I guess. I took a seat next to my close friend, Danni and grinned at her.

"Who cares, let's just have a good time, get shit faced and call it a weekend, ok?" I said as tossed around the shots.

"I hear that!" Danni laughed as she downed hers. Everyone laughed and agreed. I really just didn't want to be here right now, but why let them know that? I didn't have the want to be around my friends tonight, I really just wanted to call Jemma and apologize and tell her... what? What exactly was I planning on saying?

Everyone around me was starting to get buzzed, wasted, and shit-faced, high you name it. Once everyone was perfectly fucked up, I decided to head out. As I grabbed my keys, someone's hand stopped me, forcing me to look up. I cringed as I noticed it was Jam.

"What do you want? Why are you even here?" I snarled at him, walking out the front door. Of course he followed after me, with my keys still in his position.

"This my brother's friends house and I'm not going to let you drive while you're drunk, I'm not that fucked up." His voice sounded disappointed. I leaned against my Durango and raised an eyebrow at him. He had on a simple pair of jeans, a collared American Eagle shirt, and a jacket. In other words, he looked better than in those stupid Karate outfits I always saw him in.

"I'm not drunk, don't worry about it." I said as I looked up at him. He had this odd look on his face when he handed me back the keys. I ran a hand through my hair and chewed on the inside of my cheek.

"What's wrong?" He asked. Why was he so god damn nice? Why couldn't he be like the rest of guys I've hooked up with and just not give a fuck about anyone they were with?

"Nothing." I was glancing at the ground when he wrapped his arms around me. I struggled to get him off me for probably a good minute, but him being the stronger one didn't do much for me. I gave up finally, my arms falling at my sides as I closed my eyes and rested my head on his shoulder.

"I know you more than you think, Jedean. I could always tell when something was wrong with you, even though you hide behind that nonchalant look." He whispered in my ear. "If there's anything wrong, I'm all ears for it." He let go of me, resting his arms on my biceps. I looked up at him slightly then averted my eyes.

"Can you just let me go? I really just want to go to bed right now; get away from everyone. I promise I haven't had a single drink or hit tonight." I gave him an honest stare. He looked at me with eyes than I couldn't understand for the life of me, but I knew it scared me at the time. He let go of my arms and opened the car door for me, a perfect gentleman.

"Have a good night, Jedean." He said as he shut my car door, walking back into the house filled with hormone crazed/drunk teenagers.
As I drove home, all I could think about was her. She was consuming all my thoughts, and I was loathing it. I had never been so hooked on anyone, ever.

A/N: Hellow!!!! Comment, comment, comment... what Jedean should do?