Chapter 7 -If I Could Fall Into the Sky, Do You Think Time Would Pass Me By
THREE WEEKS LATER
~Jacob~
"Miranda!" I shouted, through the hallway. She stopped and looked at me like I was crazy to be talking to her. "What?" I asked, confused.
"You're so gullible Jakey." She replied with a smile. "Where you headed?"
"Football practice."
"I managed to get everything out of your system but the jock stuff." She mumbled, hooking her arm in mine.
"Football is highly underrated."
"Football? Yeah right. You must've really hit your head hard." She said, referring to last weeks game.
"Whatever . so you wanna come to my practice?" I asked nervously. Miranda and I were cool now, but we were far from being best buddies . or anything more.
"Why?"
"Moral support."
"I don't know." She began to say, but I gave her the 'puppy dog' look. "K. You reeled me in." She admitted as I smiled. "Where do you practice?"
"At the practice field. Duh."
"I know that, but where exactly is the practice field?" She inquired. I told her where it was and explained it several times, but she still didn't know what I was talking about.
"Just meet me outside the boys locker room around three."
"Okay."
"You know where that is, right?" I joked as she hit my arm, playfully.
"Of course. Duh." She replied, mimicking me.
~Miranda~
"Hey Miranda." One of Jacob's teammates said to me, looking me up and down. I waved politely even though I wanted to kick him in the balls. He was at least the tenth football player, today, to look at me like that and I didn't like it. I'm not use to guys looking at me like that, especially if I barely know them.
"Jacob. Took you long enough." I whispered to him as soon as he came out of the locker room. He smiled apologetically. "Where the last one left or something?"
"No. Next to last." He retorted, seemingly proud.
"You seem proud of that."
"Yep. For once I'm not last." He uttered as I smiled.
"Good luck out there." I said, looking at all the other guys who were about three hundred pounds and Jacob was barely ninety.
"I'll be fine." He replied as he jogged over to the rest of his teammates.
"What are you doing here?" Gordo asked, sitting beside me. I shrugged. We hadn't talked for at least three weeks, ever since . my breakdown. "I'm here because of Lizzie, if you're wondering . and let me guess . Jacob brought you here." I blushed. "I told you that you can't hide anything from me."
"Where have you been? I haven't seen you around." I stated, kicking myself for actually talking to him. I was suppose to be mad, but Gordo had a way of making you forget why you hated him in the first place.
"I'm sorry about that." He apologized. "How'd I know you'd give me shit for that?"
"Because you know me that well."
"Are you going out with us tonight?" Gordo asked I as shook my head.
"I know it's rare that you invite people to come along with you and Lizzie, but I'm just a little busy and my parents basically have me on lock- down." I explained.
"Please, Randa. I know you can get out of it somehow."
"I wish I could, but boarding school does not sound too good to me . not during my senior year anyway." I replied. I knew that I could sweet- talk my parents into letting me go, but tagging along with Gordo and Lizzie, again, would give me a weird since of deja-vu.
"I'll see you around then." He said, disappointedly, giving me a hug. "And stop with the disappearing act."
"You're the one that's been hiding in deserted areas with Lizzie."
"How'd I do?" Jacob asked me after practice had ended.
"I don't know . good." I lied, as he wrapped his arm around my waist.
"Good? Please, I was the best out there."
"You wish." I mumbled as he gave me an evil stare. "What? You wanted honesty." I continued.
"You don't know anything about football."
"Actually, I do."
"And that is?" He challenged.
"That you suck at it." I joked as he let go of my waist and started to walk away. "What?" I asked, feeling guilty.
"Nothing." He replied as I shook my head. "You going out with us tonight?" He inquired, out of the blue.
"Who's us?"
"The football team, cheerleaders . Gordo will be there."
"I don't know. My parents have me on lock-down."
"So call them." He demanded. I took out my phone.
"She doesn't believe me." I whispered as he took the phone.
"Hello, Mrs. Sanchez . Yes this is Jacob . she can go?" I grinned. "Have her back anytime before twelve . sure . no thank you."
"I swear they love you."
"Who wouldn't?" He asked cockily.
"So basically, if I want to go anywhere, I'll just get you to talk to my parents. They think you're a saint."
"I am." He joked, hugging me.
"Eww! Get off. You're really sweaty." I screeched, mimicking Lizzie.
"You know you love it." He joked as I started to feel this weird tension between us.
Author's Notes:
So far, I've gotten five reviews!! Yah! That's not really a lot, but it's better than one, like three of my stories have . anyway, much thanks to everyone who actually read the story AND reviewed. I'm not quite sure where I'm going with this . never mind, I know what I'm going to do now. I just don't want to make it too predictable, you know? I'm a major sap, but all the love stories on this page are getting annoying. I mean the ones that don't have any other element. At first, I was cool with it and loved it, but now it's getting old. It's being over- used. How many different ways can you write about people falling in love . and be sure that someone else hasn't thought of any uncanny and/or similar if not identical story? I admit, I still write 'love stories' if you want to call them that, but my stories have three dimensions, not just one. In this story, as you know, Miranda tried to commit suicide, which begins a whole new life with new challenges. In "YOUSA BAD GIRL" . well that's a long story, but it's starts off, seeming like a typical love story, but evolves into something big. Last, the "And the World Becomes Flat Again" trilogies are all about living life to its fullest before the timer goes off and you're gone. Thanks again, and if you really like this story, please read another one of mine, or recommend it to someone else. By the way, I should have another chapter up before Monday.
Nicole Lopez
~Jacob~
"Miranda!" I shouted, through the hallway. She stopped and looked at me like I was crazy to be talking to her. "What?" I asked, confused.
"You're so gullible Jakey." She replied with a smile. "Where you headed?"
"Football practice."
"I managed to get everything out of your system but the jock stuff." She mumbled, hooking her arm in mine.
"Football is highly underrated."
"Football? Yeah right. You must've really hit your head hard." She said, referring to last weeks game.
"Whatever . so you wanna come to my practice?" I asked nervously. Miranda and I were cool now, but we were far from being best buddies . or anything more.
"Why?"
"Moral support."
"I don't know." She began to say, but I gave her the 'puppy dog' look. "K. You reeled me in." She admitted as I smiled. "Where do you practice?"
"At the practice field. Duh."
"I know that, but where exactly is the practice field?" She inquired. I told her where it was and explained it several times, but she still didn't know what I was talking about.
"Just meet me outside the boys locker room around three."
"Okay."
"You know where that is, right?" I joked as she hit my arm, playfully.
"Of course. Duh." She replied, mimicking me.
~Miranda~
"Hey Miranda." One of Jacob's teammates said to me, looking me up and down. I waved politely even though I wanted to kick him in the balls. He was at least the tenth football player, today, to look at me like that and I didn't like it. I'm not use to guys looking at me like that, especially if I barely know them.
"Jacob. Took you long enough." I whispered to him as soon as he came out of the locker room. He smiled apologetically. "Where the last one left or something?"
"No. Next to last." He retorted, seemingly proud.
"You seem proud of that."
"Yep. For once I'm not last." He uttered as I smiled.
"Good luck out there." I said, looking at all the other guys who were about three hundred pounds and Jacob was barely ninety.
"I'll be fine." He replied as he jogged over to the rest of his teammates.
"What are you doing here?" Gordo asked, sitting beside me. I shrugged. We hadn't talked for at least three weeks, ever since . my breakdown. "I'm here because of Lizzie, if you're wondering . and let me guess . Jacob brought you here." I blushed. "I told you that you can't hide anything from me."
"Where have you been? I haven't seen you around." I stated, kicking myself for actually talking to him. I was suppose to be mad, but Gordo had a way of making you forget why you hated him in the first place.
"I'm sorry about that." He apologized. "How'd I know you'd give me shit for that?"
"Because you know me that well."
"Are you going out with us tonight?" Gordo asked I as shook my head.
"I know it's rare that you invite people to come along with you and Lizzie, but I'm just a little busy and my parents basically have me on lock- down." I explained.
"Please, Randa. I know you can get out of it somehow."
"I wish I could, but boarding school does not sound too good to me . not during my senior year anyway." I replied. I knew that I could sweet- talk my parents into letting me go, but tagging along with Gordo and Lizzie, again, would give me a weird since of deja-vu.
"I'll see you around then." He said, disappointedly, giving me a hug. "And stop with the disappearing act."
"You're the one that's been hiding in deserted areas with Lizzie."
"How'd I do?" Jacob asked me after practice had ended.
"I don't know . good." I lied, as he wrapped his arm around my waist.
"Good? Please, I was the best out there."
"You wish." I mumbled as he gave me an evil stare. "What? You wanted honesty." I continued.
"You don't know anything about football."
"Actually, I do."
"And that is?" He challenged.
"That you suck at it." I joked as he let go of my waist and started to walk away. "What?" I asked, feeling guilty.
"Nothing." He replied as I shook my head. "You going out with us tonight?" He inquired, out of the blue.
"Who's us?"
"The football team, cheerleaders . Gordo will be there."
"I don't know. My parents have me on lock-down."
"So call them." He demanded. I took out my phone.
"She doesn't believe me." I whispered as he took the phone.
"Hello, Mrs. Sanchez . Yes this is Jacob . she can go?" I grinned. "Have her back anytime before twelve . sure . no thank you."
"I swear they love you."
"Who wouldn't?" He asked cockily.
"So basically, if I want to go anywhere, I'll just get you to talk to my parents. They think you're a saint."
"I am." He joked, hugging me.
"Eww! Get off. You're really sweaty." I screeched, mimicking Lizzie.
"You know you love it." He joked as I started to feel this weird tension between us.
Author's Notes:
So far, I've gotten five reviews!! Yah! That's not really a lot, but it's better than one, like three of my stories have . anyway, much thanks to everyone who actually read the story AND reviewed. I'm not quite sure where I'm going with this . never mind, I know what I'm going to do now. I just don't want to make it too predictable, you know? I'm a major sap, but all the love stories on this page are getting annoying. I mean the ones that don't have any other element. At first, I was cool with it and loved it, but now it's getting old. It's being over- used. How many different ways can you write about people falling in love . and be sure that someone else hasn't thought of any uncanny and/or similar if not identical story? I admit, I still write 'love stories' if you want to call them that, but my stories have three dimensions, not just one. In this story, as you know, Miranda tried to commit suicide, which begins a whole new life with new challenges. In "YOUSA BAD GIRL" . well that's a long story, but it's starts off, seeming like a typical love story, but evolves into something big. Last, the "And the World Becomes Flat Again" trilogies are all about living life to its fullest before the timer goes off and you're gone. Thanks again, and if you really like this story, please read another one of mine, or recommend it to someone else. By the way, I should have another chapter up before Monday.
Nicole Lopez