Ch.10 Sunglasses at NIght
It's Friday night. The Friday night, as in the night Jake has been waiting for.As much as I'm shaking with fear, anxiety, and anticipation, I can't helpbut tobe happy at this exact moment. Why, well Jake is about to play our rival Ridge Mont in a football game. These games always end close to a tie, both teams are equally good, and the whole school always shows up for this one. Me and Michelle sit towards the middle of the bleachers and watch as both teams stand on opposite sides in the field. Jake, number 21is in clear view.
Suddenly number 21 runs to the front of the bleachers, and waves his hands signaling me to come over. I turn to look at Michelle and give her a, I-don't-know-what-to-do look.
"Go! He's calling you" She laughs and pushes me forward. I hesitantly stand up and walk over to the stairs and walk down. I fix my hair and I'm so glad I picked something cute and simple to wear today. A cream colored flow-y spaghetti strap blouse, a blue three quarter sleeves blazer, tight black skinnies, and red flats. I get to him and he grabs my hands and pulls me closer to the field. He looks so cute in is football attire, and I can't help but smile the whole way through.
"This," He says and grabs my other hand "game is dedicated to you, Stephanie. We are going to win tonight and it's all going to be for you"
"No, Steph. Don't say anything except that you love me, because I indeed love you" He pulls me closely and gives me one long kiss. Although it nothing but noisy right now, everything becomes silent andhe's all I see, all I hear, and all I feel. We slowly pull apart but our nosesstill touch and we both smile like the stupid idiots that we are. "I Love you Stephanie Miller!" He screams and goes about jumping and cheering to no one in particular, only to people that will listen. "I love this girl right here, Stephanie! I love her!" He continues screaming and walks back to me. "I love you" He whispers to my lips and we kiss once again.
"Keller! Get your ass over here" His couch screams.
"I gotta go honey. Remember tonight. Remember my dedication"
"I'll be up there" I point to where Michelle sits smiling broadly. "watching you" He slowly walks backwards and mouths the words I love you, and then runs off to his team. I sigh heavily and then realize that a whole lot of people were in fact watching. I run up the bleachers and stand next to Michelle andnudges my arm.
"What was that all about?" She asks curiously.
"Nothing" I say and blush.
My lungs gave out several minutes ago but I'm still cheering as loud as I can. It's funny to see myself now in a high school football game because there was a point in time in which I said I would never be caught dead in one, but that has changed. Obviously. Then I remember something important. Coastal Beach Cleanup. I, being president of my school's rotary club, must be in charge of all the clubs activities, and the means of getting people to participate. I call out Jake's name one last time and whisper to Michelle that I'll be back. I reach over to my messenger bag and take out a small stack of registration forms and flyers for the event. I walk down the bleacher steps happily, and my eyes never leaving the number 21. I walk over to the refreshment stand and buy a bottle of water.
"By the way, would any of you guys be interested in going to our annual Coastal Beach Cleanup" The two guys in the booth shake their heads no, and Idecide to add another little thing. "This covers your community service requirements and there will be free food." Their eyes widen a little and both say 'sure I'm interested. "Here you go, these are registration forms that you must fill out and hand them in by Wednesday, thank you" I smile and walk over to some other people. I promote as much as I can hoping these people actually show up for this thing. I spot a trashcan and throw my empty bottle out. Then I hear roaring screams and I stand by the sidelines and watch. It was Jake he scored a touch down. I hug the papers tightly and smile as he jumps up and down along with his team celebrating.
"May I have one?" Someone asks.
"Sure. This is the registration form-" I start and turn around to the person. My voice dies down and I become very giddy. "Kyle" I say happily. He stands there with his leather jacket, hands in pocket, and aviators on.
"Stephanie Miller" I hug the papers tighter and allow myself to be as close as possibleto himwithout people noticing that it's more than a friendly encounter. "May I have one" He looks down to the papers and raises and eyebrow.
"Oh yeah, here" I tell him handing him a packet.
"You have the registration form there which you must fill out and turn in by Wednesday, if you want to go" I tell him, making itsound like there is a secret meaning to those words.
"I think you might need to explain this to me much more thoroughly" He says "Over there" and nods to the back of the bleachers. I catch his drift and make my way over there while he takes his time to get there. I stand behind the bleachers listening to the crazy chants and hug the papers tighter, if that's possible. I feel like I'm doing something illegal and the thrill of it sends shivers up my spine. I like the feeling.
"Kyle" I say as I breath. He leans up against the bleachers and shoves his hands in his pockets, after briefly taking them out. I walk closer to him, and take in his musky scent. "What are you doing here, I'd never expected you to be a football fan." I tell him making contact with his glasses, which I find very impersonal.
"Well then, what are you doing here" I ask again.
"Looking for you"
"Well you found me" I say and reach over tohis glasses to take them off, but as soon as my hand makes contact with the frame his hand holds my wrist firm.
"Don't" My hand comes down to my sides and I frown, hoping he sees it through his dark shades. After a while he takes them off and puts them in his jacket's pocket. "There, happy?" I nod, and look up to his eyes in content.
"Very" I can't fight the urge inside me that keeps calling out to him. Talk to me, touch me. Do something Kyle. It's just so demanding. We stand there silently looking into each others eys untill Ibreak the silence. "Kiss me" I say softly giving in to temptation. He does what I tell him, and his arms encircle my waist bringing me very close to him. I drop all my papers to the floor and our lips meet and our tongues go wild. They are completely in sync. My arms go around his neck and I'm tip toeing as much as I can without getting tired. His arms which are around my waist hoist me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. We continue kissing like madmen, or rather mad man and mad woman, and only stop to catch our breath once in a while.
"Kyle, I'm sorry but I have to go" I say between kisses hoping he doesn't get mad. He got mad at me the other day when he saw me kissing Jake in the hallway. He almost started a fight, but luckily, my teacher stopped them just in time. We had a talk later that day, and we decided to move on from that.
"I know" he tells me but doesn't let me down. I laugh into his lips and sigh.
"Kyle, please put me down"
"Right" He puts me down and he puts his sunglasses back on. Did I mention its nighttime right now. Guys, they are just so weird.
"The game is about to be over and I need to be over there" Kyle shakes his head disapprovingly.
"I still don't get why you cant just dump him"
"I just can't okay, not right now. Soon, though. I promise" I touch his cheek carefully and kiss him there. He leaves first and I see him leave through the gate, he gets into his impala and rides off. I look down to the floor and notice all the papers there. Fuck it. I'm not picking them up. I trot over to the front and go up the bleachers.
"What took you so long?" Michelle asked as soon as I get there.
"There was a little hold up in the concession stand." She nods knowingly and we both stand there chanting and screaming.
Ah. Everyone loves a good football game.