A Different Christmas Vacation

Chapter Ten

After kissing some more, I told Jordan goodbye and let myself out. I walked across the hall to my room where Quinn was waiting.

“Oh, hey Reina. I was waiting for you to come out of this door, not that door,” he said.

“Oh, Jordan and I were just hanging out,” I said. “What did you want?”

“I just wanted to make sure you worked out things between you and Janice,” he said.

I nodded. “After we talked, I went to go talk to her and got everything worked out with her and now we’re all good.”

“Great. Well I guess that’s all. See you for dinner?”

“Yep, see you there.”

Quinn walked down the hall and I let myself into my room where I crashed onto the couch and fell asleep. I guess hanging out with my boyfriend was...tough work.

Although it would be tough work after Christmas break because we would hardly ever see each other. But love was difficult, love was hard work, and that was a chance I was willing to take.

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I didn’t wake up until about three hours later at six, just in time for dinner. I went to the bathroom and studied my face in the mirror. Over Christmas break, two zits had disappeared. However, three more had taken their place. I hated acne.

Also, I’d developed a set of purple bags under my eyes that looked similar to black eyes. Had I been so sleep deprived? Was it because I’d been spending so much time with Jordan? Maybe this happened to every kid over break and I’ve never really noticed it before. That could be realistic, right?

After I got past the fact with no conclusion, I studied other things about me. My hair looked messy and deprived, too. When I was done this, a long hot shower with lots of shampoo and conditioner would help the mess I called my hair.

I turned to the side so I could look at my neck down in better perspective. Christmas goodies hadn’t treated me too bad. You could hardly tell I’d gained any weight, just a pound or two, but it seemed to have circled around unnoticeably everywhere in my body.

My arm muscles were still building. I’d started a weight program towards the middle of October getting ready for basketball trials, but I’d kind of forgotten about it for the past week or two because of break and everything Christmas.

I pulled up and I still had a flat stomach with building ab lines, they just weren’t as defined as they had been a week and a half ago before school got out.

I looked down at my legs. My thighs had gotten a little bigger, but still not bad. My calves were still muscular from all the shots I’d been practicing for and calories I’d been burning at the gym, but the lines weren’t as defined.

Overall, I was disappointed with how I looked. If Jordan wouldn’t have been there, things still would’ve been the same with my body. Right now, all I could think of was riding the bench at our next game in January. I hated riding the bench.

I decided that if I was going to keep things up, I’d have to ask Blake to use his weights and continue my weight training program. But that would have to wait until my shower which I was in desperate need of.

I located my shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and loofah and headed for the shower. I think I deserved a long hot one. After all, it wasn’t my middle class family paying the bill - just my rich aunt and uncle. I think they could afford it.