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- That’s Whatcha Get When You Let Your Heart Win
-Part 1-
Going crazy, my heart is breaking. I can't sleep at all, trying to get through this, don't know how I'll do this.
The lyrics to the only song I listened to all night poured through my earbuds as silent tears fell down my cheeks. I didn’t know why I was crying, I had no reason. My family was alive and well, none of my friends stabbed me in the back, I was perfectly happy. Well, that’s what it looked like on the outside. On the inside, I was a confused mess.
It all started two weeks ago. I went to the high school boys’ soccer game with my sister, Arianna, and a few of her friends, Kayla, Alexis, and Darleen. We sat in the stands, not expecting much to happen. Arianna was telling a story about the cute checkout at the sporting goods store, when I heard the ref blow his whistle and angry parents yelling about the call.
“He kicked the ball!”
“His foot didn’t even touch the kid!”
“Someone needs to revoke your referee license!”
“Are you blind?”
I looked up to see number thirteen from our team tensely walking off the field and the center ref holding up a yellow card.
“Who’s that?” I asked to no one in particular.
“Nick Stevens,” Kayla answered.
“What grade is he in?” I asked.
“He’s a senior, but doesn’t act like it sometimes,” Arianna said.
How come I’ve never seen him before? I’ve been to all the home games before this and a few of the away, and this is the first time I’ve seen him. Why? “Just don’t talk to him,” she added when she saw the look on my face. I shook off all the thoughts running through my head and continued to watch the game, which they won in overtime.
Walking into school, I saw him, standing in his blue Hollister shirt, laughing and talking with his friends. Not wanting to seem like anything fazed me; I didn’t stop or stare, just pictured his appearance as I walked to my locker. His pink lips pulled up in the form of a breathtaking smile. His grey eyes shining with laughter. The dark brown growing stubble on his head, showing that he recently shaved his head.
Wait, why was I thinking about him? I didn’t even know who he was until last night. Was it because I was told to not talk to him that made me want to? Was it because he took off his shirt after the game last night, revealing a perfectly sculpted six pack that made me attracted to the rest of him? Whatever the answer, I couldn’t stop thinking about him.
“What are you thinking about?” Syler asked me when I closed my locker.
“Oh!” I jumped. I must’ve been so lost in thought, that I didn’t realize Syler was already at my locker, waiting for me to walk with her to first hour. “Uhh, nothing,” I stuttered out, shaking my head. She knew better than to question me further, so we walked in silence to geometry.
“Class begins now,” the monotonous recording of the principal sounded through the intercom as I sat in my desk.
Breathe in, breathe out. Don’t let him take over your mind like this, Holly. You don’t even know him. Breathe in, breathe out. I repeated in my mind as Mr. Lang started the lesson.
My day was going better than I had expected, considering the fact that I kept my mind on my work and kept Nick in the back of my psyche. But then lunch time rolled around and everything went downhill.
I walked into the cafeteria looking for my friends’ table, when I almost ran into Nick. I quickly muttered an apology and shuffled over to the table. Grabbing a chair, I silently sat down and pulled out my daily granola bar.
Elle, noticing my unusual silence, spoke up. “What’s wrong, Holly?”
Startled, I looked up from the table that I was staring at for the past ten minutes. “Huh? Oh, uh, nothing.” Syler gave me a semi-knowing look and I looked back down at the table, not saying a word the whole... <<<<<< N.B from Jumbotweet: auto-truncated at 4K characters on index page - Click here or on the "view" link to see entire jumbotweet! http://www.jumbotweet.com/ltweets/view/8697
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