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Quarterback

His skin was chocolate brown and he had eyes that shined as he smiled at her. "Hi I'm Jerry Harris. Welcome to T.C. Williams." His voice was polite and calm as if he were the most confident person on the planet. It made her feel a bit insecure even though all her life she'd lived by the motto of, say what needs to be said and never be afraid to say it.

"Sullivan Michigan but you can call me Sully." She wasn't sure whether he liked her name or not because his smile never faltered, didn't grow or shrink and his eyes were the same glorious brown they'd been in the beginning as well. But she found herself entranced with the way his teeth sparkled as he led her out of the office.

"So what locker number do you have? We'll drop off your stuff then I'll drag you around the school." He said grabbing the heavy books from her arms in a gentlemanly fashion. She smiled at him nervously, unused to guys with manners. Back in LA, chivalry had been gone for years.

"Umm 791." She said scanning her schedule for the number. It would be somewhat easy to remember because her locker number in LA had been 781. He smiled brilliantly, his teeth shining against his skin.

"Good thing mine is right next to it. 792." He said smiling as they made their way to her locker. His eyes shined and she found herself smiling back. "So where did you move from? You did move here right?" He asked looking away and over at the lockers to scan for their numbers. She looked down at her feet for a moment before glancing up.

"Los Angeles. Yeah my parents are divorced and I've been living with my dad for years now. One day he just . . . Packed us up and moved us here." She finished awkwardly, feeling stupid. She'd just bared out her family story to a complete stranger. Her cheeks were getting red and she tried to hide it by staring down at her feet.

He noticed but like a gentleman didn't mention it. Instead he smiled and pat her on the shoulder. "My father is a reverend and when I'm old enough I'll be one too. Parents always want us to be like them, to follow them, to be with them. It's the way their programmed." He smiled at her trying to make her smile and stop looking like he was ready to pitch her off the top of the school.

Lips lifting into a tiny smile she nodded but still opted for staring at her feet. He sighed awkwardly bumping his shoulder against hers when his eyes caught his locker number. "Here we are. Do you know how to open the loooccckkk?" He drew out the last word as she expertly spun the lock and pulled it open. "Apparently you do. Have much practice with these, huh?" His voice had lost some of his smooth calmness at her actions for some reason and she glanced over at him surprised.

"Yeah, um I've been using one since 6th grade. Eventually you don't even have to look at it to open it. It's like breathing or something." She said shrugging confidently, happy that, for the moment, she seemed to have the upper hand in the conversation. Hanging her jacket on the hook and sitting her backpack down she reached out for her textbooks. The top shelf was a bit too tall for her but if she stretched she could make it. Hopefully, she didn't fancy losing her balance and toppling onto the floor like a Klutzilla in front of Jerry.

"I'll do it." His southern drawl coming out and wrapping her up in his words. She tried to keep the smile down but it dragged her lips up and she grimaced. Damn Jerry Harris, having an effect on her so soon after the move. His shirt sleeve rode up and she watched the muscles in his arm contract and flex as he reached up with one hand and shoved all six heavy books onto the shelf.

"Thanks, Jerry. Is your name really Jerry because it doesn't really fit you. Though I guess I shouldn't be talking at all what with my name being Sullivan. I think my parents were hippies or something when I was born because who names a girl Sullivan." She babbled as he watched her fight with her stuff. She finally managed to get her English binder out of the backpack. She was going to be carrying her bag all day with her but English was her last class and she didn't need it with her all day. Her backpack was noticeably lighter when she zipped it up and pulled it on.

"Hey Rev! Yeah Coach Boone says that . . . Well hello." Another brown boy came skidding up besides them and when he noticed Sully his eyes roved her up and down, taking in the strange, non-girly outfit she wore. "Who's this Rev?" He asked punching Jerry in the arm lightly but never taking his eyes off of Sully.

"I have ears. Who are you?" She said, he had the air of a cocky bastard, the type of guys she saw all the time in LA. What was more disturbing than that was that this guy seemed to know Jerry, which seemed so drastically weird that she wondered whether maybe they were related or something, brothers.

"Petey Jones, running back for the T.C. Williams Titans." He smiled proudly his arm wrapping around Jerry in a manly way. He had a strange accent that made his name sound less childish than it was. She found it endearing somehow but his next words washed that sense away and filled her with anger. "The Running Back." She knew, though he probably didn't know she did, that there were ALWAYS two running backs on the team. It was cocky to discount the backup running back.

"Is that your title or something? Sir Petey Jones." She said in a fake British accent. "What's this 'Rev' business?" She asked tilting her body so it cut Petey slightly out of her view and she focused on Jerry. Petey, obviously not getting the subtle brush off she was giving him cut Jerry off and answered in a loud and proud voice.

"It's a nickname. Rev here is my best friend, aren't ya Rev? He's always reading the bible and praying to the lord. Especially before our games." Petey smiled as her eyes narrowed.

"Games?" She asked.

"Rev here is the star Quarterback of the T.C Williams Titans."


A/N

Hahahahhahah the poll is still open. You guys thought it was Rev didn't you? Hmm, it might be. Or Petey. Or Julius. Or Gerry. Ooooh I'm a big mean fanfiction author. The poll is still open. THANK YOU SO MUCH. TO EVERYONE THAT REVIEWED AND STORY ALERTED THIS STORY. I LOVE ALL OF YOU!