line.
"Hey Maria."
I whirled towards the voice behind me in line. It was Wesley. He was dressed up today for the basketball game later tonight. His green eyes were glittering, and his slightly orange hair trimmed nicely.
"Hi Wesley." I had a small crush on Wesley for as long as I could remember. He had a perfect smile, and stunning looks. Not to mention muscles covering his lean body.
"You going to the game tonight?" He asked me casually.
We moved up a few feet in the line.
"I was thinking about it, yeah." Which was a lie. I had never gone to one of our high school's basketball games before. I guess technically I did think about going, but not really. What I really wanted to do this Friday night was catch up on some sleep and maybe go see a movie.
He gave me a heart-stopping grin. I about melted at the sight of his perfect features when he smiled. "You should go, it'd be cool if you went." He told me.
I grabbed a slice of pizza and a water bottle. He, Wesley, the guy I had been crushing on, thought it'd be cool if I went to the game tonight? I felt like screaming like a little girl. I couldn't believe this was happening! This only happens in movies and books, right?
I returned his grin, hoping it didn't look too over the top. "I think I'll go, then." I swiped my card at the register, still looking at Wesley.
"Sweet, I'll see you there, then."
"For sure."
We went our separate ways, sitting at different lunch tables. I think I had a permanent smile on my face the whole day.
I returned home from school, getting a call from Jake.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Hey Maria." He replied, sounding...relieved? Why would he sound relieved? I shook off the questions.
"What's up?" I inquired, rummaging through the fridge for something to snack on.
"Well, there's a basketball game tonight, and I was wondering if you wanted to go."
"Sure." I told him, thinking of Wesley. "That sounds like fun."
"I'll meet you at the ticket booth, alright?"
"Okay, see you then."
"Later."
I ended the call, wondering what I had gotten myself into. Wesley wanted me to go, and now so did Jake. I had agreed to both guys now. Woops! Cue nervous laugh. Well, I'd just be sure to hang out with them both equally. Wesley would be playing anyways, during the game. I'd see him after. During the game, I'd sit with Jake.
Problem solved, right?
Wrong, horribly wrong. I approached the ticket booth, trying to speak over the din of the crowd.
"One ticket please." The man handed me the ticket and I tried to find Jake. I felt a warm hand on my wrist, and I tried to jerk out of it, scared. I looked up to see Jake loosening his grip on me, smiling.
"Ready?" He asked me, leading me into the court.
I nodded, knowing he wouldn't be able to hear my answer.
We found seats in the middle section, perfect for seeing the game. We had arrived just before the game began.
Our team skipped out onto the court, trying to get the crowd fired up. They clapped, getting us to cheer louder. Since I was close to the floor, I could actually make out everyone playing.
37 is now my favorite number, I told myself. The player in the number 37 jersey turned towards me. He smiled and winked at me. Wesley.
My cheeks blushed. He looked good in our school's scarlet and gold colors.
Jake noticed my reddening face. He looked back at Wesley, with a look of disapproval.
"Who is that kid?" He questioned, leaning close to me so I could hear him.
"Wesley." I told him confidently.
"I don't like the way he acts around you." He stated.
"Since when are you my body guard?" I teased.
"Since now."
I rolled my eyes, not liking how suddenly protective he was acting towards me. A single whistle blew out, signaling the start of the game. Our team was good, very good.
"I'm open, I'm open!" Wesley yelled, wiping sweat off his brow.
One of our
"Hey Maria."
I whirled towards the voice behind me in line. It was Wesley. He was dressed up today for the basketball game later tonight. His green eyes were glittering, and his slightly orange hair trimmed nicely.
"Hi Wesley." I had a small crush on Wesley for as long as I could remember. He had a perfect smile, and stunning looks. Not to mention muscles covering his lean body.
"You going to the game tonight?" He asked me casually.
We moved up a few feet in the line.
"I was thinking about it, yeah." Which was a lie. I had never gone to one of our high school's basketball games before. I guess technically I did think about going, but not really. What I really wanted to do this Friday night was catch up on some sleep and maybe go see a movie.
He gave me a heart-stopping grin. I about melted at the sight of his perfect features when he smiled. "You should go, it'd be cool if you went." He told me.
I grabbed a slice of pizza and a water bottle. He, Wesley, the guy I had been crushing on, thought it'd be cool if I went to the game tonight? I felt like screaming like a little girl. I couldn't believe this was happening! This only happens in movies and books, right?
I returned his grin, hoping it didn't look too over the top. "I think I'll go, then." I swiped my card at the register, still looking at Wesley.
"Sweet, I'll see you there, then."
"For sure."
We went our separate ways, sitting at different lunch tables. I think I had a permanent smile on my face the whole day.
I returned home from school, getting a call from Jake.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Hey Maria." He replied, sounding...relieved? Why would he sound relieved? I shook off the questions.
"What's up?" I inquired, rummaging through the fridge for something to snack on.
"Well, there's a basketball game tonight, and I was wondering if you wanted to go."
"Sure." I told him, thinking of Wesley. "That sounds like fun."
"I'll meet you at the ticket booth, alright?"
"Okay, see you then."
"Later."
I ended the call, wondering what I had gotten myself into. Wesley wanted me to go, and now so did Jake. I had agreed to both guys now. Woops! Cue nervous laugh. Well, I'd just be sure to hang out with them both equally. Wesley would be playing anyways, during the game. I'd see him after. During the game, I'd sit with Jake.
Problem solved, right?
Wrong, horribly wrong. I approached the ticket booth, trying to speak over the din of the crowd.
"One ticket please." The man handed me the ticket and I tried to find Jake. I felt a warm hand on my wrist, and I tried to jerk out of it, scared. I looked up to see Jake loosening his grip on me, smiling.
"Ready?" He asked me, leading me into the court.
I nodded, knowing he wouldn't be able to hear my answer.
We found seats in the middle section, perfect for seeing the game. We had arrived just before the game began.
Our team skipped out onto the court, trying to get the crowd fired up. They clapped, getting us to cheer louder. Since I was close to the floor, I could actually make out everyone playing.
37 is now my favorite number, I told myself. The player in the number 37 jersey turned towards me. He smiled and winked at me. Wesley.
My cheeks blushed. He looked good in our school's scarlet and gold colors.
Jake noticed my reddening face. He looked back at Wesley, with a look of disapproval.
"Who is that kid?" He questioned, leaning close to me so I could hear him.
"Wesley." I told him confidently.
"I don't like the way he acts around you." He stated.
"Since when are you my body guard?" I teased.
"Since now."
I rolled my eyes, not liking how suddenly protective he was acting towards me. A single whistle blew out, signaling the start of the game. Our team was good, very good.
"I'm open, I'm open!" Wesley yelled, wiping sweat off his brow.
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