"Hey Nikki!"
My best friend, Lena, ran over to me. Her chocolate-brown, shoulder length curls bounced with each step, and her sapphire eyes were filled with annoyance."We're supposed to be playing Tennis.."
"Lena,"I whined. "Not all of us can be as naturally athletic as you. Anyway, we both no I don't do land sports." I blew my bangs out of my face as she laughed. I had joined the swim team on a whim, it being the only sport my school Oxford where I couldn't fall and kill myself.
"I know, love. But that just means that you have to work a little harder. So come on!" She replied, happily. I stood from my lovely little spot beneath a tree and grabbed a racket. Sometimes I couldn't help b be jealous of Lena, with her petite figure and pixie face. She had everything going for her. She was athletic, beautiful, smart, funny, and endless optimistic, however annoying that may be at times.
I mean, I'm not exactly horrific, but I'm not much compared to my bouncy best friend. Unlike Lena, I tend to be a bit more sarcastic than peppy. And while she is short ( 5'3 ) and perfect, I'm anything but. I've always been a bit tall for my age, but this year I shot up to about 5'9, taller than many of the guys in my grade. While I don't like being tall an awkward, it does have a few advantages. For one, my legs were pretty long, and the work pretty well for swim, which warrants being outside in a bathing suit a few hours a day, giving them a nice tan. They are my second favorite feature, my first being my Dark green eyes, which I got from my grandmother. I also got my straight, black hair from my Grandmother, which I usually wore down. It reached about halfway down my back.
I followed Lena back towards the tennis courts and away from the Grotto, groaning the whole way. I went to a Private, Catholic school. And, while the academics were great, and the theater department was amazing, I could live without the required athletics.
We reached our assigned court and I paused, waiting for Lena to Send the ball towards me. She served the ball with incredible speed for a girl her size, nearly hitting me in the head. Needless to say, I didn't hit it back. I was to busy watching the ongoings a few yards away.
"Lena! Not so fast, yeah?" I said, tossing the ball back to her square.
"Well I'm sorry if you can't keep up." She giggle, waggling her eyebrows at me and hit another perfect serve. I missed.
"As you can see, I'm a little destracted right now." I jogged over to get the ball, and hesitated near the basball courts. Lena followed my trail of vision, clicking her tongue in her mouth. "Gotta love when the boys play shirts and skins." She said to me as I returned and handed her the ball. "And while I love myself a good game of basketball, what's the big deal? You should be used to it by now."
"He is the big deal." I made a gesture toward Brian Silvey, who was dribbling near one of the hoops. He dribbled a bit, the threw the ball through the air, making a perfect foul shot. Apparently the Gods were in my corner today, because the boy was on the skins team. His dark brown hair was sticky with sweat and sticking to his face and neck. He brushed his hair out of his eyes, revealing their lovely gold color. It was a bit odd... Some days his eyes were bright and gold, but other days they seemed to be black. Perhaps it was my imagination, or even a trick of light that gave them that effect. I supposed odd user have been odd to just look at someone the way I was, but the boy did things to me. Seriously. The only problem was that, while I loved looking at him, I had issues speaking around him. Which made rehearsals a tad difficult.
Suddenly, the Gods must have left my corner, because one of his friends, Danny, said something to him, and he looked up. At me.