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Your Heartbeat

Novel By: storyofmylife
Young adult


Lauren and Jayson's story continues...but is it what you expect? View table of contents...


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Submitted:Mar 11, 2009    Reads: 112    Comments: 4    Likes: 2   


Friday after practice was Sophia's birthday party. She had gotten to her senior year last year without enough credits so; since she really had no future plans and most of her friends were my age anyway, she decided to come back one more year. She was young for her grade anyway, and this was her eighteenth birthday. She still partied harder than almost anyone I knew but I promised I'd stop by for a little bit before it got too wild. I had the excuse of my tournament the next morning to assure me I'd be home by eight oh clock. Jayson wasn't going; his team was hanging out for a few hours to make sure they were eating right and to keep them away from Soph's party.
I was going to the party to get my girl's to leave by eight, and to make sure they didn't drink.
"You take the left, I'll take the right," I said, motioning to the big living room where people were dancing. It was now seven forty-five, and Greta and my job as ushering the team out was beginning.
"Maddie!" I yelled, as I spotted her, "Breath check,"
She breathed heavily in my face and I coughed, "That smells awful!" I exclaimed.
She laughed, "But not like alcohol, which is the purpose of the test."
I laughed and she headed out the door.
The party really was awesome, if I had still been my old self, this would have been the best night ever. Lights, smoke machines, and beer lined every wall. All the furniture was pushed off to the side making her extravagant living room even bigger. Probably a hundred kids danced and I saw couples sneaking up stairs, I felt bad for them, knowing that many would regret it later. Suddenly I spotted Samantha by one of the many alcohol tables.
"Samantha, what the hell?" I yelled, walking to her.
"I didn't take any," she protested.
I sighed, frustrated, "I hope not."
"I didn't" she whined.
"Breath," I said, motioning for her to come closer.
Her heavy stale breath settled over me. I grabbed her arm and dragged her outside. Greta was waiting in her car patiently for me while I went and looked for Samantha. She looked irritated at us now, as I pulled the weary Sam to her car.
"I didn't take any!" she screamed, kicking me.
"Not then, but you did earlier."
"Did NOT!"
Greta pulled Samantha the rest of the way in the car and forced her to breathe on her too, "You did," she stated.
Samantha sulked in the backseat, still denying it.
"Fine Sam, let's take you to the police station and have them test you."
"No!" she all but shouted, and that was the end of that argument.
Now I turned around to look at her and said, "Samantha, you can't do that. Especially before tournament, we've worked so hard, it's not fair to anyone, especially you."
Greta spoke up then, "Your playing time tomorrow will be cut in half."
This caused Samantha to cry and we drove her home in silence.
It was a good thing we had a strong team, because Samantha's position would need to be replaced for five minutes that were supposed to belong to her.
I fell in bed that night exhausted but excited, the next day would be awesome, I could feel my blood pumping hard already.




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