Quarterback Love

Chapter 3

After Porter came inside, he sat down on my brown couch, lay down, and put his hands behind his head. He had on blue vans, black skinny jeans, with holes at the knees, and a Manchester United jersey. His face had a light smirk and his light green eyes were sealed shut.

“Like what you see, Julia?” He said. I instantly looked away, blush creeping onto my face, unaware that he knew I was staring at him.

“Um. Want to start the project?” I asked, hoping to get the subject of me looking at him away.

He laughed, “Yeah, sure, buddy. What did you say about mac and cheese?” He lifted up an eyebrow. I giggled and walked into the kitchen, hearing the soft patting on the ground behind me.

“So I was thinking we could use the mac and-,” I got interrupted by a ring at the door.

“I got it,” shouted Porter from behind me. He unlatched the lock and opened the door.

“I want to talk to Julia.” Said the voice at the door.

“I don’t know if she wants to talk to you though,” said Porter.

“I don’t care if she wants to or not,” a body shoved past Porter’s arm and searched the room. When their eyes met mine, they started walking towards me.

“I need to talk to you now,” he looked over his shoulder, “alone.”

I looked over at Porter who has his eyes locked with mine, almost pleadingly asking me to not talk with him. I nodded at Beckett and led him to my room to talk.

“Ok talk.” I shut the door and stood against the wall near my door, incase I needed to run.

“I know your dad abuses you. I’m sorry that that happens to you. I really am, Julia. You don’t know how much I want to drop kick him for doing all of the things he does to you. I just wanted to say that I apologize for being such a jerk to you. I was walking home and I realized that I’m no better than your father and that you don’t deserve either of us hurting you. I want to be nicer, I want to care for you,” he finished his speech and walked over to me. His hand reached down and slithered into mine. His warm and large hands overwhelmed mine and gave me a sense of safety. Our eyes locked and I finally saw what all of the girls saw when they peered into his crystal blue eyes. His empty hand went above my head on the wall behind me. His forehead touched mine.

“I’m so sorry, Julia.” He looked down and up at my eyes, his eyes coated with a thin gloss.

“Then show me,” I said.After Porter came inside, he sat down on my brown couch, lay down, and put his hands behind his head. He had on blue vans, black skinny jeans, with holes at the knees, and a Manchester United jersey. His face had a light smirk and his light green eyes were sealed shut.

“Like what you see, Julia?” He said. I instantly looked away, blush creeping onto my face, unaware that he knew I was staring at him.

“Um. Want to start the project?” I asked, hoping to get the subject of me looking at him away.

He laughed, “Yeah, sure, buddy. What did you say about mac and cheese?” He lifted up an eyebrow. I giggled and walked into the kitchen, hearing the soft patting on the ground behind me.

“So I was thinking we could use the mac and-,” I got interrupted by a ring at the door.

“I got it,” shouted Porter from behind me. He unlatched the lock and opened the door.

“I want to talk to Julia.” Said the voice at the door.

“I don’t know if she wants to talk to you though,” said Porter.

“I don’t care if she wants to or not,” a body shoved past Porter’s arm and searched the room. When their eyes met mine, they started walking towards me.

“I need to talk to you now,” he looked over his shoulder, “alone.”

I looked over at Porter who has his eyes locked with mine, almost pleadingly asking me to not talk with him. I nodded at Beckett and led him to my room to talk.

“Ok talk.” I shut the door and stood against the wall near my door, incase I needed to run.

“I know your dad abuses you. I’m sorry that that happens to you. I really am, Julia. You don’t know how much I want to drop kick him for doing all of the things he does to you. I just wanted to say that I apologize for being such a jerk to you. I was walking home and I realized that I’m no better than your father and that you don’t deserve either of us hurting you. I want to be nicer, I want to care for you,” he finished his speech and walked over to me. His hand reached down and slithered into mine. His warm and large hands overwhelmed mine and gave me a sense of safety. Our eyes locked and I finally saw what all of the girls saw when they peered into his crystal blue eyes. His empty hand went above my head on the wall behind me. His forehead touched mine.

“I’m so sorry, Julia.” He looked down and up at my eyes, his eyes coated with a thin gloss.

“Then show me,” I said.