"Julie, hey Jules, wake up." I open my eyes and realize that Luis has some
how rolled out from under me and is shaking my arm lightly.
Everyone else is gone, the movie is rewinding and there's what appears to be Bryon Riley's middle school hockey team sweatshirt under my head. I must have more then dozed off. Hanging out with the idiots can be tiring though. You have to give me credit for even staying awake through the previews.
"Hey you," Luis brushes a piece of hair out of my face, "I was starting to think you weren't going to wake up and you'd be sleeping in here on Bry's floor tonight."
The other boy smiles good heartedly. "Not that I'd mind the company, but I think my Dorm Supervisor may have a fit. Then the dean would call my dad, who would send Rick down to talk to me, it would just be a completely unnecessary hassle."
"Well I'm glad I spared you from such trauma then. Ugh." I groan pushing myself up off the floor. "You should think about putting in some carpeting in here, Bryon. A girl could hurt her back."
Luis blinks and I shrug, not knowing what he's looking at me like that for. Maybe I woke up with the waffle look on the side of my face. You know what I'm talking about, right? When you fall asleep with your head on your arm and wake up with the imprint of your sleeve on your cheek?
Bryon laughs. "I'll take that into consideration, Gaffney. Sorry my presence wasn't enough to keep you awake and entertained. I'll see you guys around tomorrow."
As Luis escorts me down the stairs from Bryon's room, he elbows me lightly in the side with a chuckle. "Look at you joking with Riley Jr. like you're friends."
I rob my eyes and sigh. "It's too late for me to come up with a clever retort to that, Mendoza. Besides there you're friends right, I have to be nice."
"Yeah, but you're kinda of going above and beyond. I know you didn't wanna go tonight, so thanks for coming."
"That's what friends are for." I pat his arm lightly.
"Yeah...hey, you wanna go for a walk real quick?"
Honestly, I would just like to go lay down, I'm tired and it's late, but the campus is pretty at night. Especially tonight, the moon is huge and there are more stars in the sky then I've ever seen. Even the air is beautiful, it smalls so clean and fresh. It feels moist against my face. I guess I can't pass up such a gorgeous night just to sleep. Besides there's not school tomorrow so I can sleep all day.
"Alright, yeah." I agree and he leads me off down one of the side paths.
I'd like to say this is the most romantic night of my life and I suppose it would be if Luis wasn't with me. Not to mean, but he kind of makes my skin crawl. Now don't get me wrong I love the guy, but as a friend, a teammate, maybe even as a brother. But as far as dating prospects go, I'd rather call up Rick Riley or Cole. At least with them you know where you stand.
After a short stroll through the grass, I discovered why he'd had the great idea. Angela Cooper is sitting out on blanket next to Andy Glass, staring at the stars. I've been set up.
"Sly, Mendoza." I whisper as he wraps his left arm around my waist. "Very sly."
He winks at me. "I thought so."
We wave as we walk past the happy couple then promptly let's go of me when we're in the clear. It's a good thing I'm aware of the stipulations in this relationship, or else this would be awfully insulting. It's funny the length the 'A Group' will go to, to hurt one another. Although, it's sad. Oh well, they're not worth it anyway. I hear they eat their young.
On the steps in front of my room, Luis and I stand there awkwardly for a moment, this is the point at most dates where you a have sweet goodbye kiss. This however is not a real date; I am not one of Luis's chippies ad he's certainly not my type. Not mention God only knows where that mouth of his has been. In fact I shutter to think.
"Well thanks, Jules. You did good." He leans in and deposit's a soft kiss on my nose, I instantly giggle and Luis looks wounded.
"Thanks for slobbering on my nose, Luis. Glad I didn't have to sneeze right then. It wouldn't have been too attractive of a kiss then. Now get going, I'm tired." I continue to laugh, turning into the lobby of my dorm.
In my room I sit on the edge of my bed and wonder if that sweet gentle kiss in the one he gives every girl on the first date, or was I just being treated differently because we're playing a game. If he is, if he's really that tender at a goodbye, he's really grown in the past couple of years and I never realized it. Though I guess I've never really been that interested in looking to see if he was still the flirty Latin Lover from the Good-Will Games. To me he's just Luis.
Everyone else is gone, the movie is rewinding and there's what appears to be Bryon Riley's middle school hockey team sweatshirt under my head. I must have more then dozed off. Hanging out with the idiots can be tiring though. You have to give me credit for even staying awake through the previews.
"Hey you," Luis brushes a piece of hair out of my face, "I was starting to think you weren't going to wake up and you'd be sleeping in here on Bry's floor tonight."
The other boy smiles good heartedly. "Not that I'd mind the company, but I think my Dorm Supervisor may have a fit. Then the dean would call my dad, who would send Rick down to talk to me, it would just be a completely unnecessary hassle."
"Well I'm glad I spared you from such trauma then. Ugh." I groan pushing myself up off the floor. "You should think about putting in some carpeting in here, Bryon. A girl could hurt her back."
Luis blinks and I shrug, not knowing what he's looking at me like that for. Maybe I woke up with the waffle look on the side of my face. You know what I'm talking about, right? When you fall asleep with your head on your arm and wake up with the imprint of your sleeve on your cheek?
Bryon laughs. "I'll take that into consideration, Gaffney. Sorry my presence wasn't enough to keep you awake and entertained. I'll see you guys around tomorrow."
As Luis escorts me down the stairs from Bryon's room, he elbows me lightly in the side with a chuckle. "Look at you joking with Riley Jr. like you're friends."
I rob my eyes and sigh. "It's too late for me to come up with a clever retort to that, Mendoza. Besides there you're friends right, I have to be nice."
"Yeah, but you're kinda of going above and beyond. I know you didn't wanna go tonight, so thanks for coming."
"That's what friends are for." I pat his arm lightly.
"Yeah...hey, you wanna go for a walk real quick?"
Honestly, I would just like to go lay down, I'm tired and it's late, but the campus is pretty at night. Especially tonight, the moon is huge and there are more stars in the sky then I've ever seen. Even the air is beautiful, it smalls so clean and fresh. It feels moist against my face. I guess I can't pass up such a gorgeous night just to sleep. Besides there's not school tomorrow so I can sleep all day.
"Alright, yeah." I agree and he leads me off down one of the side paths.
I'd like to say this is the most romantic night of my life and I suppose it would be if Luis wasn't with me. Not to mean, but he kind of makes my skin crawl. Now don't get me wrong I love the guy, but as a friend, a teammate, maybe even as a brother. But as far as dating prospects go, I'd rather call up Rick Riley or Cole. At least with them you know where you stand.
After a short stroll through the grass, I discovered why he'd had the great idea. Angela Cooper is sitting out on blanket next to Andy Glass, staring at the stars. I've been set up.
"Sly, Mendoza." I whisper as he wraps his left arm around my waist. "Very sly."
He winks at me. "I thought so."
We wave as we walk past the happy couple then promptly let's go of me when we're in the clear. It's a good thing I'm aware of the stipulations in this relationship, or else this would be awfully insulting. It's funny the length the 'A Group' will go to, to hurt one another. Although, it's sad. Oh well, they're not worth it anyway. I hear they eat their young.
On the steps in front of my room, Luis and I stand there awkwardly for a moment, this is the point at most dates where you a have sweet goodbye kiss. This however is not a real date; I am not one of Luis's chippies ad he's certainly not my type. Not mention God only knows where that mouth of his has been. In fact I shutter to think.
"Well thanks, Jules. You did good." He leans in and deposit's a soft kiss on my nose, I instantly giggle and Luis looks wounded.
"Thanks for slobbering on my nose, Luis. Glad I didn't have to sneeze right then. It wouldn't have been too attractive of a kiss then. Now get going, I'm tired." I continue to laugh, turning into the lobby of my dorm.
In my room I sit on the edge of my bed and wonder if that sweet gentle kiss in the one he gives every girl on the first date, or was I just being treated differently because we're playing a game. If he is, if he's really that tender at a goodbye, he's really grown in the past couple of years and I never realized it. Though I guess I've never really been that interested in looking to see if he was still the flirty Latin Lover from the Good-Will Games. To me he's just Luis.