Authors notes:I have decided to give you a present for my birthday in a few days (on Sunday) an update! As usual please read and review! and no I still don't own Miracle!
Chapter Three: FIGHT! And Confessions!
November 20, 1975
Jack and I kept on having the study sessions that we were having; sometimes we would meet at the Library after practice, sometimes in the student union between our classes, sometimes in front of the tv at Rich hall watching Happy Days, although honestly, we didn't get to much studying done during the show. It was now near the end of November and the days were getting shorter and the nights longer. We were working on the last term paper. I had drawn the midnight ride of Paul Revere. I was supposed to visit the actual sites and imagine what it would be like to take that midnight ride and then write up my observations on the site itself and cross reference it with 3 other sources. Compare and contrast what the ride might be like today and give my impressions on the live and ride of Pail Revere. In other words, busy bodywork. Jack and I had gotten progressively closer and to be honest we started to hold hands a lot and give soft sweet kisses, on the cheek. Thanksgiving was a week away. "Uh Katie" Jack asked me.
"Yeah Jack?" I said as I looked down at the book, I was studying.
"I was wondering if you were planning on going home for Thanksgiving?" Jack asked.
"No, I am not, it's too far. I would have to take the train and a bus to get home. It would take 4 days to get home and 5 days to come back. I am not going to go home just to come back. I probably won't go home until Summer break, Why?" I said.
"Nothing, I was just wondering. I wanted to invite you to thanksgiving dinner with my family." Jack asked.
"Oh, Jack' I touched his cheek lovingly, 'that's sweet but I made plans with Georgia to have Thanksgiving with her family at her Nana's house next Thursday. Her mom, aunt Sarah, Georgia and I are doing the cooking. Well they are going to teach Georgia and I how to cook thanksgiving."
"Oh, I see" Jack said slightly disappointed.
"Maybe we could hang out on Friday, So I can finish this term paper?" I said.
"Friday? Yeah, I don't have a game or a practice we sure could," Jack said.
"Ok, I will have to get the address from Georgia and I will give it too, you," I said. I ended up giving him the address to Georgia's Nana's house a few days before the holiday. That house happened to be in Charlestown.
November 28, 1975
That Friday Jack picked me up from Georgia's Nana's House. Georgia was very interested in meeting him, he said hello for a few minutes and then took me on Paul Reveres ride through the city. "It's actually better around patriot's day, but this will have to do," Jack said to me in the car on the way to Paul Revere's house. He took me on the tour of the city and made the history come alive. When we finished the tour, I had so much coming out of my head that I could not wait to get it down on paper. We ended the evening back at The Dugout. I was nearly finished with the paper, when a drunk splashed the table with beer getting me and my paper wet.
"Hey buddy really?" Jack said.
"Watch it buster," said the drunk dude.
"YOU SPILLED BEER ON MY GIRLFRIEND AND HER PAPER! APOLOGIZE." Jack yelled at him.
"What are you going to do about it four eyes?" the drunk dude asked as he pointed a finger in Jack's chest.
"Jack Don't." I said, but it was too late a brawl ensued, I ended up behind the bar with my books. One of the waitresses helped me dab my papers and books as best as we could before I stuffed them back into my backpack. Jack was getting in a few good shots against four guys until someone cut his right check with a broken bottle. The bouncers moved in and threw out the four guys that Jack was fighting with. By the time I had gotten back to him and put my hands around his waist he was bleeding pretty profusely.
"Are you okay?" Jack asked me.
"Yeah I am fine but your bleeding." I said.
A waitress came by with a clean rag and said "here this will help to stop it."
"We got to get you to the hospital," I said.
"Katie, I will be fine, it will stop in a little bit," Jack said as he held the rag up to his cheek.
"It's a good gash on there. You have to go to the hospital and get stitches." One of the bouncers said to him. Another waitress who was just about to get off when the fight started took us to Beth Israel Hospital, since it was only about a mile and a half away from the dugout and campus.
The nurses took Jack into one of the triage rooms and started to treat him. Soon the doctor came and patched Jack up and told him to take some Advil or Motrin. He ended up with 25 stitches. I had to stay with Jack to make sure that he didn't get a concussion. I was basically his nurse for the next few days.
I took him back to my dorm and he stayed the night there. I gave him my bunk and bunked in Georgia's bed. As I was lying in the bed, I kept thinking about the words that Jack used "My Girlfriend".
"Jack?" I asked.
"Yeah?" Jack asked back.
"Did you mean it, what you said in the bar?" I asked.
"Did I mean what?" Jack said.
"About calling me your girlfriend to that idiot," I said.
"Yeah, I did. Well I want you to be my Girlfriend, I know that we only known each other for about three months but I love you," Jack said.
I raised my head from the pillow and saw Jack smiling at me. "I would like to be your girlfriend. If you asked first," I said.
Jack put his head back on the pillow and laughed about it for a second before rising up and walking over to where I was, I sat up in bed. "Katie, I love you; I have loved you since the moment I laid my eyes on you. Will you be my girlfriend?"
"Yes Jack, I will be your girlfriend. I love you too," I said and with that we kissed and I swear fireworks went off followed by ringing bells.
"Jack did you hear that?" I asked.
"The fireworks? Yeah, they went off in my head too,' Jack said. Just then a pain hit Jack's cheek and he pulled his right hand up to cradle his cheek. 'Ouch I think we pulled against the stitches." I checked the stitches and his cheek didn't split back open like I was told to do so.
"I think that you shouldn't be kissing me until after the stitches came out," I said.
"Deal" Jack said.
I then kissed him on the other check and said "Good night Jack, I love you."
