There's Just Something Sexy About...

There's Just Something Sexy About... *2*

There's Just Something Sexy About...*2*

Seven o'clock rolled around quicker with a nap. My alarm clock brought me back to full consciousness and I groggily slid on an orange sweater. Our school colors are orange and black and so I thought an orange sweat shirt would be appropriate for tonight's football game.

I ran a brush through my hair and ate a protein bar before leaving. I was technically late because almost everyone was there, but I found a good parking spot. Cami saved me a seat in the stands.

I was greeted with hugs as I joined my friends, most of them guys. I sat down and began enjoying the game and rowdy crowds.

A black sky shined down from above; the stars weren't as visible tonight because of the large field lights. A light, comfortable wind swept my hair out of my face as I wrapped my body in a blanket. Johnny offered me a hot chocolate and I took it with a smile, relishing the warm liquid.

The Tigers (our school/team) was lined up on the defensive line. The quarter back on the opposing team began running the ball, but at the last second, he passed it to the running back. Before the other guy caught it, though, number seventeen on our team intercepted the ball. He began running.

Fifty yard line....forty yard line...thirty yard line...twenty yard line...and by then the other team had fallen behind and number seventeen crossed the ten yard line without anyone trailing behind him.

Touchdown!

The people in the stands rose to their feet, everyone cheering. I joined my friends in high fives and loud screams, happy that we were beating the number one team in state.

As we were cheering, another high school guy ran passed the stands, his clothing only consisting of bright orange spandex. It even covered his whole face, black shorts covering up his manhood. Everyone laughed as they saw him; he looked utterly hilarious.

But he was muscular under it all, tall and lean. I guess there's just something sexy about a man in bright orange spandex.

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I walked into the school with a sense of dread on Monday. Nothing was really wrong, per say, but I knew nothing was great. After all, I HAD skipped detention and I was bound to get yelled at at one point in the day.

I slammed my things on my desk on accident. "Ms. Clinton!" I heard my teacher yell.

"Yes?" I yawned.

"Do you want to tell me why you insist on disrespecting my property?"

Was she serious? "I didn't mean to; it was an accident."

"Well, don't let it happen again." Just for saying that, I planned on doing it tomorrow.

"Yes ma'am," I sighed. I was the only one in the room and I felt like a complete dork. But I had nothing else to do so I stayed put. I soon wished I hadn't.

When I looked out the door to see if any of my friends were heading to class, I saw a girl wrapped her skinny arms around black-haired-mysterious-guy's neck. My heart dropped slightly lower in my chest, but I should have known he wasn't single.

The girl, who I soon recognized as Courtney, thrust her lips onto his and they continued to kiss for way more than considered necessary. I wanted to look away for it was a little on the revolting side, but then I remembered the jacket.

I shot up from my desk and raced to my locker. I hoped beyond anything that they'd still be there as I grabbed it. Things seemed to finally be turning in my favor when I realized they hadn't moved.