Just You

Two

Two

#Jake

She looked exactly the same. Dylan McKenna from Summer Chess Camp two years ago. I watched her get out of the silver BMW with a guy earlier, probably a senior. Boyfriend or brother? I couldn't really tell but they kind of have the same auburn red hair, only Dylan's was a tad lighter. I couldn't just go up to Dylan and show my face. She would probably punch me in the face or something. So I did the next best thing.

I stole her locker.

I tricked her locker out a bit so that I could fit in it, and surprise her. I wanted to reenact how we first met, her tumbling out of my locker back in summer camp.

And now here we are again, her sprawled on the floor, but this time, she was the one screaming. In my defense though, I was fifteen, still undergoing puberty so what does a guy do when a girl suddenly falls out of his locker? Scream like a girl.

Just like what she's doing now.

People filed out from the cafeteria to see what the ruckus was all about and stopped in their tracks. Dylan stopped screaming but she looked at me wide-eyed. Great, they probably think I pushed her or something. I pulled Dylan up by her elbow, and flashed everyone a smile. I was used to the attention.

"Okay, everyone, sorry about that. Nothing to see here," Dylan told them.

The crowd seemed to have broken up but none of them went back into the cafeteria. They were just hanging around pretending to be going on about their lives while actually sneaking looks at us every few seconds.

"What are you doing here?" Dylan hissed at me.

"I transferred," I told her, pointing to my white blazer with the emblazoned school logo which matched hers.

"Why?"

"We moved in the nearby neighborhood."

Someone stood behind her, interrupting our conversation. It was that guy from earlier, the one in the car. He had three other kids behind him. They looked like jocks.

"Is everything okay?" the guy asked Dylan, his eyes on me.

"Yeah, Kyle, don't worry." Dylan told him.

I smiled wider, both at him and Dylan. I wasn't the least bit intimidated by this guy, boyfriend or brother.

"Who's this guy?" he asked.

"I'm Jake. Jake Forger, the new guy," I told him, offering my hand.

His face broke into a smile as he shook my hand.

"So, you're the guy coach keeps telling me about. I'm Kyle McKenna."

Oh, so this is the brother and the soccer varsity captain.

"Oh, hey, captain."

"So you and Dylan know each other?"

"Yeah, we met at Chess Camp a few years back."

"Don't tell me... you're the guy from the soccer field? As in Jake from the soccer field?"

I laughed and nodded. Kyle laughed too while Dylan punched her brother in the arm, red in the face.

"Shut up, Kyle, and go away."

"Okay, Dyl," he said pushing his friends along. Turning to me, he said, "I have a feeling we'll get along well, Jake from the soccer field. See you at the try out."

I smiled at that. I couldn't believe Dylan actually told her brother that and her brother actually found it amusing. Dylan pushed past me to get to her locker. She dropped the contents of her bag inside. and rummaged through her things.