Chapter Two: New Girl
I was never an "athlete". I was more of a watcher. So while Josh, Dash, Gage, and all the other guys played, I sat on the bench watching them. They were interesting to watch. The different personalities coming out when they play. Josh sprinting through the guys and winding his way through them, Dash using his strength to plow his way through people, and Gage fooling around, tossing the ball in the air and doing little acrobatics.
Just then, the phone in my right pocket buzzed and I slipped it out. I looked at the text message id and my heart sank. Ariana. I didn't feel like dealing with her right now. I was about close my phone when I heard Josh yell, "heads up!" I shot my head just in time to see a girl catch the football seconds before it hit her face.
This girl, this girl was like nothing I had ever seen before. She wasn't delicate like Ariana, but she wasn't rough around the edges like Melissa. She was, beautiful. With her soft blue eyes and straight chestnut brown hair she took my breath away. I couldn't help but stare.
Without realizing what I was doing I said, "Nice reflexes."
After the shock died down, she looked at me with her deep, soft eyes as she realized she would have tripped over me if she took another step. I slipped my cell phone into my pocket and stood up. I shook my head forward so that my dark brown hair fell over my own deep blue eyes, knowing that I looked irresistible when I did that (according to Ariana at least). I looked her up and own again, noticing her blue Levi jeans and t shirt. She definitely wasn't like the other rich, snobby girls here. She was new. I could tell.
I smiled, "new girl."
She flushed, the blood rushing to her cheeks. "That obvious?"
I shrugged. "I know everyone that goes to this school" I should know, I supply their crack. She raised an eyebrow.
"Everyone?" I looked at her. How can someone like her look so, amazing?
I smiled again; "it's a small school." she didn't look too convinced.
Suddenly, I heard dash yell over at me and this new girl, "Pearson! Quit flirting and throw the ball back!"
I was going to have to kill Dash later. She looked from me, to the guys playing football, realizing where the ball had come from. Instead of handing the ball back to me to give it back to the guys, she took a few steps back and punted the ball all the way to Dash, who was standing the farthest away. Impressive. I leaned down and picked up her schedule. "Reed Brennan. Sophomore."
She was younger. This surprised me, she looked older. She blushed and reached for the paper.
"I'll take that back now." she said. I quickly spun around, holding the schedule away from her. Wow. She was taking harder classes than me.
"Hmmm... tough schedule. We have a smarty on our hands." I said in a surprised tone.
I could tell she was trying to figure out if I meant it in a good way or bad way.
"Not really" she replied. I slid her a glance, looking back into her blue eyes.
"And modest, too. You're one of those girls, aren't you?" I could tell she was getting mad, this made me happier to have her attention.
"What girls?" she questioned.
I grinned, "Those girls who are smart but pretend they're not. Those girls who are absolutely model-level gorgeous but are always saying they're ugly. Those girls whose very existence tortures all the other self-esteem-lacking girls around her."
She was fuming at this point. I could tell she was thinking I was joking. Couldn't she see I meant every word? She snatched the paper out of my hands and stuffed it into the pocket of her jeans. She looked at me,
"I guess that makes you one of those obnoxious guys who thinks he knows everything and is so full of himself that he's convinced that everyone around him wants to hear his every last unoriginal thought." she smiled smugly.
I laughed, raised both my hands in the air, and grinned. "Got me pegged." I held out my hand and said, "Reed Brennan, sophomore," even her name was beautiful... "I'm Thomas Pearson, senior." she eyed my hand, maybe thinking it was a trick, and slowly slid her hand into my palm.
Her hand was cold and soft, she seemed so delicate. Yet there was a certain hold in her grasp that left me wanting more. Who was this girl? I stared into her eyes, trying to read them. I slowly grinned, the anticipation of wanting more growing inside of me.
Suddenly my "other" cell phone rang. Fuck, it always rang at the wrong time! I slipped it out of my left pocket and saw that it was Rick's name on the Caller ID . Great. I looked back into her eyes, wishing I had more time.
"I have to take this. Business before pleasure. And trust me, it was a pleasure to meet you, Reed Brennan." I never lied about this kind of stuff, and I loved they way her name rolled off my tongue. She opened her mouth to say something but I cut her off.
I flipped open my phone and said, "Pearson".
While I listen to Rick tell me where to meet him for my next pick up, I spun on my heel and walked away, head held high. As my brother always said, "always leave them wanting more."