Reaching the top of the stairs we make a right and the first door we come to he opens the door and gestures for me to go in first. Again ever the gentleman.
I walk in and he follows behind setting his stuff on his desk in the corner of his room and that gives me a minute to take in my surroundings.
The room is painted a dark navy color and there's a couple baseball posters up but other than that his walls are bare. His bed is pushed up against the wall with a striped blue and white comforter on top and two grey pillows.
His room is farely clean for a guy which shocks me since I've heard most 17 year old boys are fairly messy. Apart from a few clothes hanging off the side of a laundry basket sitting next to his rustic looking dresser, the floor is clean and what looks like freshly vacuumed.
A chuckle escapes from his lips and I look up to see him watching me intently with a smirk on his face.
"Sorry not trying to spy or anything."
"Don't apologize you look surprised is all." I nod not knowing exactly how to answer.
"I am I guess I was expecting for your room to be a wreck I must say you mom does a good job of keeping your room clean."
That statement causes him to set off into a fit of laughter and I whip my head to look over at him.
When he is able to gain his composure back he shakes his head in amusement.
"I could only be so lucky to have my mom pick up after me. This pretty girl is all me, my mom would lose her mind if my room was a disaster. She's from the south a doesn't believe in a messy household in any form or fashion. If I want to stay on the baseball team one of the conditions is making sure my room stays clean and smelling fresh." My eyes are wide with shock at this revelation.
Its then that I also notice he is right and his room doesn't smell bad at all, quite the opposite actually, it smells like fresh pines and wood. Very outdoorsy.
He motions for me to take a seat at the desk and pulls the chair out for me to sit then takes a seat at the end of his bed.
We both pull out our laptops and notebooks so we can get started and it doesn't take long before we are engrossed heavily in research.
After about an hour of research and laughing at something funny we come across I have to ask.
"So how long have you been on the baseball team?"
He looks up and smiles.
"Since I was 6, I started taking an interest in the sport so my mom thought it would be a good way for me to run off some energy. I started out in pee wee and have been playing ever since." Listening intently he continues.
"What about you, any sports or extracurricular activities?"
"Not really aside from reading I pretty much keep to myself, kind of a loner in that way."
He seems taken aback my that response.
"A loner how in the heck would a girl like you be a loner? You must have a bunch of friends?"
"Actually Chelsea has been my one and only friend since kindergarten, not many people want to be friends with someone who would rather stick her nose in a book than socialize and attend parties on Friday nights." Placing his laptop on his bed he leans forward and clasps his hands together smiling.
"I find it incredibly hard to believe no one wants to be your friend Sarah. You are too pretty to hide in the shadows, book worm or not." The feeling I get every time he calls me pretty sends a jolts of tingles through my stomach and its then I know I need to nip this in the butt and speak up.
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Curveball
Teen FictionShe was the shy nerd, always had her head stuck in a book, never let her grades fall below and A and could trip over the crack in a sidewalk. He is pitcher for the high school baseball team, struggled with keeping his grades above a D and was frien...
