So, before I go to far with this story, I'm going to ask you guys something I should ask before I start any story, but I don't because I'm a dummie. How mature are you guys okay with this story being? Like in terms of sex and language? Please let me know in a review. And as always, enjoy!~Mermaid12108
I watched as the sunlight glinted off his now damp golden hair, wanting to brush it out of his eyes. My brother came up behind him, causing me to jerk my gaze to a flower that looked mighty interesting right that moment. I braved a glance up, and just in time. Jace bent over his bag, the muscles in his back flexing. I bit my lip, admiring each hard curve of his biceps as he zipped the bag and picked it up, flipping it over his shoulder. I looked away before he U or Jon caught me staring.
The bleacher creaked as another weight settled beside me. My breath caught in my throat as he slung his arm around my shoulders. I looked at him, hoping I didn't look like a freak. "That a good book?"
I followed his finger to where Sentinel by Jennifer L. Armentrout sat open in my lap. Last I had read, Apollo had threatened to turn Seth into a pink flower that smelled like cat pee. My lips twitched as I thought about the hilarious scene. "Yeah, it's good."
"Must've been. You were staring at it through like half the game." My stomach did backflips as I realized that he had been looking at me.
Probably because he was wondering why you were sitting all alone like a loser. I sighed as that thought invaded my mind. I had been sitting there like a loser. My attention was jerked back to his as he squeezed my shoulders and then stood up, sticking a tan hand out to me. "Come on. We don't want your brother to worry."
My heart deflated like a whoopee cushion.
Jonathan. My dearest older brother who would rip the gonads off an boy who came within a hundred feet of me, and Jace's best friend. I sighed and put my bookmark in my book, stuffing it in my bag and then letting Jace pull me up. We walked out of the basketball court together, towards where my brother's car sat in the parking lot. The air was starting to cool down as the sky was fading from purple to black. The moon was almost visible, poking behind some pine trees. I sighed as we approached the car. He would sit in the front and I would sit in the back, looking like what everyone saw me as: Jonathan Morganstern's little sister.
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School was abuzz with talk about the football game Friday. Jace was the quarterback, Jon was the linebacker, and dad was the coach. So needless to say, I heard about Friday's game and how it could carry them to state pretty much 24/7 every day. I would be cheering at both games. I'd cheered at every game since I was a freshman, per dad's orders. It wasn't that I didn't like cheer, I just wish that it had been my choice. It was in cheer practice that I contemplated these thoughts. I had already finished stretching, so I let my mind drift else where. If mom had still been here, she would've told dad to go easier on Jon and me, because we were stressed about the game too. But she had died two years ago, taking almost all of the joy in our family with her. Pushing thoughts of mom away, I worried about what I would have to do if we made state. I was the best flyer in the state, thanks to my pint size. So of course the team wanted me to do an insane move that would probably kill me if I was dropped.
"Out on the floor!" Coach Collins shouted and all of us scattered towards the mats like cockroaches from a flashlight. Needles to say, when she wanted to be, Coach Collins was damn scary when she wanted to be. "Clary!" She called.
"Yes, Coach?" I said once I had walked over to her.
"Are you okay to do our secret move at state?" With all the coaches, it wasn't 'if', it was always a 'when'.
When I opened my mouth, I wanted to beg her to take the move out, especially since Aline had just gotten back on the team since breaking her arm in February. I was honestly worried that she wouldn't be able to catch me. Instead of saying what I wanted, I nodded. "Of course."
She smiled. "Good."
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That night when we were driving Jace home after football practice, I sat next to him. Dad and Jon were in the front seats, meaning the only available room was in the back with me. Jace and I talked about Ms. Russo's class on the way to his house. I laughed until my abs hurt. And that panty dropper Ike of his made my heart do jumping jacks against my rib cage. When we pulled up to his house and waited to make sure he got inside, I swallowed back the ever growing urge to run to him and tell him how I felt, Nicholas Sparks style. If I did, it would just screw things up. Jon would murder Jace, for one. And the most important? Jace wouldn't feel the same way, of that I was sure.
