"Welcome to gym. My name is Mr. Richards. Today, we will be playing floor hockey. Please gather in groups of six."
I scanned the gym for anyone I knew and found Imogen and Eli. "Hey guys! Care if I join you?"
"Sure, Casey. So, you play hockey right?" Imogen asked.
"Yeah," I replied.
"Well, lucky for you, Fiona doesn't. Now's your chance with her," Eli said, looking over at Fiona, who was trying to figure out how to hold a hockey stick.
"What do you mean?" I asked, slightly confused by his comment.
"I think you should go over there and, you know, 'help' her. You know, maybe a little of this." He took Imogen's hands and held them onto an imaginary hockey stick, his arms held closely around her.
"Oh, well, I uh-" I struggled to reply.
"Just do it," Imogen said, giving me a soft push towards Fiona.
I didn't even realize I was walking until Fiona was right in front of me. "Um, hi Fiona."
She looked up at me. "Oh, hey Casey!"
"Do you want to be in my…uh, our group?" I asked, pointing towards Imogen and Eli, who were smiling and waving.
"Sure! But I'm really bad. I've never played hockey before. Could you maybe help me?" I couldn't believe what had just happened. It almost seemed like she was flirting with me!
"Uh, sure. You just put your left and here and your right hand here," I said as I guided her hands as Eli did with Imogen. As I did this, Fiona turned around to look at me. I nearly fainted; she was beautiful.
"Like this?" she whispered, staring into my eyes. Suddenly, she leaned in closer and kissed me on the lips.
