Adam

Stupid Jason. Stupid emotions. Stupid, stupid, stupid! The moment in the bathroom was so horrible. I can't believe I let that guy get close to me. Now he's gonna bug me, or flirt with me or something until I give into dating him. But I know his type, cause as soon as I fulfill being his lover, to he loses interest he's going to dump me, leave me on the side of the road with a broken heart.

I hated lunch today. My brothers wouldn't stop bugging me, constantly asking the same questions like, "Are you ok?" or "What happened?" Eventually I got so fed up that I left the table, and headed to the library. I wasn't hungry so I stuffed my lunch bag back in to my backpack as I walked to the library.

I just needed to escape for a while. I can always skip my last two classes. It was only gym and art that I was missing, and we had a sub in art for the week so I wouldn't be missing anything important.

I collapsed in one of the bean bag chairs almost immediately upon my arrival in the library. I grabbed some of my work from previous classes and started to do it, trying to keep my mind off of everything that happened only an hour before. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't forget how I felt when Jason came in and took care of me.

I was a mess, an emotional mess. I was crying, I was blushing, my heart was pounding so loud I could have sworn that Jason could hear it but, then again, he didn't which was a relief. After leaving the bathroom, I couldn't get over the fact that he held me in his arms, and I fucking liked it. I felt safe in his arms. What the hell was wrong with me?

Jason is a playboy. He wins hearts just to break them. He thinks love is just a game, not caring how much it hurts when one's heart is broken. I told myself at the first sight of him, that I would never fall in love with him. I can't if I want to survive without a broken heart.

The school day passed rather quickly, and soon I was running to the gym for basketball tryouts. My brothers convinced me to try out for the game again, since they knew I was a really good player, even if I haven't been on a team for three years. There were a bunch of other guys there, seniors, juniors, maybe a small few of freshmen, and some sophomores. It was a small crowd, but all of these guys were much taller than me.

Let me make this clear. I am not a lucky kid, so in my family, my parents are both tall, and so are my brothers. But when it came to me, I was thrown into the shorter side of the gene pool. My height is about 5'4, while my family is 5'9 and taller, my mother being the 5'9. It's a pain in the butt. Seriously, I can't reach the top shelf at the grocery store without having to climb the shelves. I hate it so much.

"Alright Athletes, line up by grade right in front of me!" The coach shouted blowing his silver whistle. Us athletes did as he said, Seniors on the far left, freshmen on the far right. I got in line with all the other Juniors. There were a few guys in the group I reconsized from some of my classes, or me bumping into them in the hallways here and there. What made me look twice, was the fact the Jason was in our group. He spotted me looking at him and smiled waving. Damn innocent smile.

The coach walked past out lines, looking us all over, and walked back to his place pulling a clipboard from out of nowhere. He wrote something down, everything being quiet for a long time before he looked up.

"McFarland, step forward." I didn't hesitate to do as ordered and looked around. I was the only one to have stepped forward. Weird, what was the coach gonna do?

"Heneze, go to the left side, McFarland, to the right." Oh, one on one matches. I wonder who this Hene- HOLY SHIT HE'S TALL! I took my spot on the right court and stared at my opponent with wide eyes. He was at least 6'3, maybe even taller. I was so doomed.

You know those short guys on the sports teams that always seem to warm the benches, and then your mind wanders to the thought of them playing, and how funny that was gonna be. Well if you don't you should, cause then you will completely understand what was going on with me and Heneze at tryouts when we were doing the One on One matches.

It was maybe half way through my match, and I was surprisingly winning. It was 3-0, and I only have 2 more minutes to go. I was dribbling down the middle of the court and was making my way towards Heneze. He was crouched down a bit to my level and was in his spot. He was trying to predict my movement, which meant I need to make something up fast so that I can score and he won't be able to get the ball out of my hand before I score.

I had a feeling that Heneze was gonna lung at me as I passed so as soon as he did, I spun around and went the opposite direction and tossed the ball swishing it. The other players cheers rooting me on. I guess I wasn't all that rusty after all. In the end I won 15-0, and man did it feel good to have won that.

Tryouts went on and on and soon it was 5:30 pm. Tryouts continued the next day so the coach let us go to the locker rooms to change and head home for the day. I was messing around with my own bag a bit trying to find my sweatshirt when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Looking for this?" A voice that was like honey asked. I turned around and was face to face with Jason, again. I swear fate it just trying to make my life miserable. I made a grab for my jacket and took it from Jason's hands.

"Yeah." I said taking off my shirt and throwing on my tank top, pulling the jacket over it. "But next time you want my attention don't steal my stuff." Jason laughed and walked over to his bag. We were the only two left in the room, everyone else had since left.

"I didn't steal your jacket. You left it in the gym, I thought I would return it to you and save you a trip." Jason replied changing out of this shorts, not even caring that I could be looking at him when he was in his boxers.

"Whatever." I muttered, my face red as I peaked over at him. And no I wasn't checking him out, kinda. I grabbed my bag slinging it over my shoulder and walk out of the locker rooms heading to the main entrance where JAck was waiting to take me home. He had this stupide cat grin on his face. I raised an eyebrow at him.

"What's got you grinning from ear to ear?" I asked, kind of scared of the answer I would have been given. He shrugged, the grin still plastered on his face, and walked to the car, me walking behind him. I had a feeling that something was gonna happen, and it was gonna be all his fault.

Walking into a silent house is unnerving. Walking into my house, that is silent, is plain out freaky. My house is rarely dead silent. Jack just walked in like everything was normal. I walked in after him, dropping off my sports bag in the main hallway.

"Where is everyone?" I asked chasing after Jack. He shrugged and headed up to my room. I frowned and did the same heading up to my own room and locked myself in it. I had no homework because it was the end of the term so in all my classes we were taking a bunch of tests and getting ready for the midterms.

Around dinner time I was called down, into a pitch black kitchen. Something was definitely going on. I went to go turn on the lights and screamed when they suddenly flickers on and my brothers, mother and step dad suddenly popped up yelling "HAPPY BIRTHDAY." I stared at all of them for a moment. I had completely forgotten it was my birthday. A smile spread across my face.

"I completely forgot." I admitted my hand still over my heart because moments ago I thought I was gonna have a heart attack. My mother laughed softly and walked over to me ruffling my hair with a warm smile dawning on her face.

"That's alright. It's our job to help you remember." I snickered and batted her hand away thanking them. America wasn't gonna be that bad, I think I might just like it here.