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Chapter 4: Jack
OC showed up the next night and the next and the next, in fact he showed up every night for two weeks. At first we would just run around the track in silence; no hellos or goodbyes; but after a few days we started to talk. Nothing major, just stuff about hockey or the Olympics or things that happened that day. It is weird; I have had guy friends most of my life, but it was never like this. Even with Mac and Buzzy there was always that sense that even though we got along so well we were different. It was like a wall between us. There were just some things we never talked about. That wall isn't there with OC. I feel like I could tell him anything.
"What are you thinking about?"
"What?"
"I lost you there for a second."
"Sorry, I was just thinking how far we have come."
"We have only been jogging for 5 minutes."
He laughs. He knows full well what I mean.
"You are such a jerk, OC"
All of a sudden he stops and gets serious.
"I hate it when you call me that."
I turn to face him. I think he is still fooling around. His face tells me different.
"I'm sorry. If it bothers you that much I won't call you a jerk anymore."
"No, not jerk....you can call me a jerk anytime you want."
He looks up at me and smiles. I am really starting to love that smile. Now I am really confused.
"OC. I hate it when you call me OC."
"But everyone calls you OC."
"Yeah. The guys call me OC. It's my nickname. I don't know, maybe I'm just being stupid."
"No, I understand. Your friends call you OC and I'm not one of your friends."
I start to head for my car. I can't believe I was stupid enough to think we were friends. What made me think he was a good guy? He just so...ugh. I hate him. What a jerk! I must be running because I can hear the jerk behind me telling me to slow down. But I won't turn around. I just want to go home and go to bed. I am almost at my car when he turns me around.
"Will you just slow down for a minute. Let me talk to you."
"There is nothing to say. It's ok, really. It's not like we were...."
"Would you just shut up. You're so stubborn. If you had let me finish back there I would have told you that I wanted you to call me Jack."
"Fine, Jack. Can I go now?'
"Sometimes I honestly don't know what to think about you. I want you to call me Jack because we are different from me and the guys. I feel like I can tell you anything; if you would let me talk. Look I like you, probably more than I should considering your father is my coach. But somewhere in the middle of all the Herbies and the running...."
I interrupt him with a kiss. A short peck at first. When I pull back I look straight into his eyes for a second and then we kiss again. This time longer, deeper.
"I guess that means you like me too."
The smile. He must know that it makes me melt.
"Yeah. I like you too Jack.
We smile. We kiss.