Adi Gallia1: Fulton just asked Portman what was on his mind and replied A.J. I didn't mean it like they had slept together. Sorry if I confused you.
Thanks for all the reviews)
"Love is always present, it is just a matter of feeling it or not" –Kimberly Kirberg
Portman's POV:
I paced back and forth in my dorm constantly running my hands through my hair. Fulton watched me as if I was cartoon character. My mind was racing and my heart pounding. My palms started to sweat and I could feel tiny butterflies fill up my stomach.
Fulton finally got tired of my pacing and yelled at me, "Dude, would you relax? You're driving me crazy with the pacing. I'm trying to study."
I was driving myself crazy. I plopped down on my bed and leaned against the wall. "Sorry, I'm thinking a little too much."
"You're thinking about A.J. again, aren't you? What's up with you?" Fulton put down his Hamlet book and leaned forward placing his hands on his knees.
I ran my hands through my hair again trying to clear my mind. "Yeah, I'm still thinking about A.J. I'm going out with her in a little while. We're going paint balling."
"You're taking her to the paint ball field?"
"Yeah, actually it was her idea. She can handle it. She's not like the rest of the girly-girls. She said she can kick my ass, which is impossible. No one can beat me at paint ball." I put a wide grin on my face as the thought of beating A.J. in paint ball crossed my mind.
"Don't beat her up too much. Those paint balls really hurt after a while," Fulton said picking up his book again.
I glanced over at the clock for the millionth time in the last hour. "Okay, well, then I'm out of here. I'll be back later tonight or tomorrow." I grabbed my leather jacket off the desk chair and walked out of the room. I sauntered down the hall smiling and not really caring what people might be thinking. I was going on a date with my dream girl. A.J. was in for a good fight. She thinks she could take me on; well she had another thing coming to her. But what really had my juices flowing was the thought of being near A.J. She was beautiful and so what I wanted. The main question in my head was do I really want to be a one woman kind of man? For now my answer was unknown. I was going to find out what was going on in my head.
I stopped in front of her room with the big 27(her jersey number) on it. I quickly checked my breath and knocked on the door. I waited patiently for A.J.'s beautiful face to appear. When it did, I was so happy to see her that I didn't even hear her say hello.
"Hi, you look great..." I mumbled as I watched her face light up with her smile. She wasn't even dressed nicely: a pair of blue jeans and a black tank top with rock star written across her chest. For a change she left her hair down!
She shook her head and turned into her room grabbing her jean jacket. "Right...and I'm not even dressed up. Are you feeling okay?" She pressed her hand up to my forehead as if she was going to take my temperature.
"I'm fine. Are you ready to get your ass kicked?"
"In your dreams, Portman. You've never seen me play before. You're in for it now."
When we got to the paintball field, we requested one just for us to use. We got our gear on and started on opposite sides of the playing field. I quietly creped up to find her back to me while she was turning some corner. I shot her directly hitting her ass. She turned around with a flash and shot me in the chest. We shot at each other for several minutes until she ducked behind one of the walls. I placed my gun on the ground and peeked around the side to see her peering over the other side. I tiptoed behind her and grabbed her around her waist. She shrieked loudly in my ear as I picked her up and tossed her into one of the ball pits. I took her gun and threw it off to the side. I laid in the ball pit trying to catch my breath as she started slapping my chest.
"You are such an asshole! I can't believe you did that. You scared the crap out of me!" I guess she wasn't to pleased about my surprise attack. I sat up and grabbed her hands so she would stop slapping. I brushed a piece of hair out of her eyes and she smiled meekly at me.
"Thanks for the compliment; I really appreciate it. I like your hair down, by the way," I said trying hard not to smile.
She turned her head away from me, "Thanks." I cautiously pulled her face to look at me. Her head was still down and wouldn't look at me. I lifted her chin and smiled at her. Her face at that moment just looked so perfect. The way the lights were shining off her eyes and how her lips looked so sexy as a smile played upon them. I leaned forward warily making sure she wouldn't pull away. Her eyes fluttered closed as did mine meeting in the middle. My lips swept across hers and the sweet taste of vanilla met my taste buds. She knew what I was up to, but she didn't know my motives. I was kissing her, but it wasn't my usual kiss. This kiss was full of passion; something I wasn't used to giving. I was falling for her and I hated to admit it. I just refocused on A.J.'s lips on mine and just lived in that moment for as long as I could.