Shifts over. I sit there with my head down thinking, nothing in particular, just realizing life.
"Don't strain a muscle," Sully says as he closes his locker and heads to the door.
"Bite Me!" I snap back quickly.
Great. Now its just me and Faith in the locker room now. God! I this is so frustrating! I can't even be in the same room with her, without feeling like some love-sick little kid. I put my head down a little lower and close my eyes thinking some more.
Faith closes her locker as the sound startles me.
"Geeze Faith," I mutter softly
She's over by her locker cracking up.
"Ohmigod, You musta jumped three feet in the air. I'm sorry Bos," she manages to say though her laugh.
I give her a little glare out of the corner of my eye. She walks over to me.
"Go home and get some rest," she says as she places her right hand on my left upper arm.
"Yea, all right." I say as I throw my shirt in my bag and follow her out.
'Goin' straight home?" she asks as we walk down the steps to the outside.
I shake my head, "Nah, I think I'm gunna stop by and see how my ma's doin'. Haven't seen her in a while."
She nodded and smiled at her, "See ya tomorrow." she said right before we go our separate ways.
"Yeah you too." I say with a slight smile.
I continue to walk down the street; a million things racing though my head: "Of all people why her?"
"What am I going to do about this?"
"I sure as hell can't pursue it..."
"I have to tell her, she needs to know..."
"Well, maybe it's just a little crush, I'll get over it."
"Little Crush" I say aloud, "Yeah an 8 year one."
I can tell you as a face I know not one of these things is going through her head. I finally reach my mom's bar. Its pretty empty, just a couple of guys at a booth talking.
"Hey Gorgeous, what can I get for ya?"
I smile and sit down at the bar, "Hi ma."
she looks at me questioningly, "What's the matter?" she says as she leans on the bar across from me knowing something's on my mind.
"Nothing, why would you assume something's the matter."
"Because Maurice, I know you...don't make me guess."
"ha, Good luck." I say softly.
"Who is she..." she asks getting straight to the subject.
"Don't strain a muscle," Sully says as he closes his locker and heads to the door.
"Bite Me!" I snap back quickly.
Great. Now its just me and Faith in the locker room now. God! I this is so frustrating! I can't even be in the same room with her, without feeling like some love-sick little kid. I put my head down a little lower and close my eyes thinking some more.
Faith closes her locker as the sound startles me.
"Geeze Faith," I mutter softly
She's over by her locker cracking up.
"Ohmigod, You musta jumped three feet in the air. I'm sorry Bos," she manages to say though her laugh.
I give her a little glare out of the corner of my eye. She walks over to me.
"Go home and get some rest," she says as she places her right hand on my left upper arm.
"Yea, all right." I say as I throw my shirt in my bag and follow her out.
'Goin' straight home?" she asks as we walk down the steps to the outside.
I shake my head, "Nah, I think I'm gunna stop by and see how my ma's doin'. Haven't seen her in a while."
She nodded and smiled at her, "See ya tomorrow." she said right before we go our separate ways.
"Yeah you too." I say with a slight smile.
I continue to walk down the street; a million things racing though my head: "Of all people why her?"
"What am I going to do about this?"
"I sure as hell can't pursue it..."
"I have to tell her, she needs to know..."
"Well, maybe it's just a little crush, I'll get over it."
"Little Crush" I say aloud, "Yeah an 8 year one."
I can tell you as a face I know not one of these things is going through her head. I finally reach my mom's bar. Its pretty empty, just a couple of guys at a booth talking.
"Hey Gorgeous, what can I get for ya?"
I smile and sit down at the bar, "Hi ma."
she looks at me questioningly, "What's the matter?" she says as she leans on the bar across from me knowing something's on my mind.
"Nothing, why would you assume something's the matter."
"Because Maurice, I know you...don't make me guess."
"ha, Good luck." I say softly.
"Who is she..." she asks getting straight to the subject.