I walked in stubbornly, 'Why did God put through this?' I raised my hand to shield my face from the boys changing room where Derek was switching outfits. I sat on the fourth bleacher up and took out my mp3 player. (8) Every time we touch I feel the static… (8) I sighed as I watched Derek limp out of the dressing room with his hockey stick tripping him.
"Luck." I whispered as he passed.
He heard me and looked at me and then kept on going.
My songs played over three times and I had drawn a hockey net with a boy protecting it in the corner of my history notebook.
I erased it and looked up to see who was in the goalie position… Great it was Sam and he had seen me look at him. Sam was weird now, he thought I was still in love with him. I wasn't. Derek grinned at me as I flicked my eyes toward the middle of the arena.
I waved and then he moved his mouth. I turned off my mp3 and put it in my purse along with the headphones.
"Pardon?" I asked scrunching my eyes.
"We can go early! Can we pick up something on the way home for food?" He asked and his eyelids fluttered.
"Fine." How could I resist his pleading.
"Yes!" He climbed out of the ice rink and strutted to the changing room hiding his pain.
I laughed and gathered all of my things. One paper caught my eyes on the ground, I thought it was my English poem, it was but on the back in pen it had Derek's name in hearts everywhere. I examined the paper carefully it looked like my writing and I had a pen identical to the one on the paper.
Could I be falling for Derek?