CHAPTER 6
PIERS NIVANS
Lunch is over, Global is next. Chris walks Jill to class. I'm walking a little behind them. "Come on Piers! Catch up," Jill waves her hand. I do as she said and watch as Chris kisses her. I can't say I wasn't jealous of Jill's relationship, but I was happy for her. "So, that was a hot outfit Chris," I tease. "Shut the fuck up Nivans," he threatens. "It was cute. Now where are those clothes," Jill asks. "Those were yours?! Even better," I laugh. "Shut up! Both of you. I'm leaving," Chris lets go of Jill and starts walking away. I watch as walks away, his hips were just so beautiful. "Stop staring at my boyfriend," Jill teases. "Sorry," I apologize. "You can check him out all you want, but as long as we're together, no making a move on him," she raises a finger. "Don't worry Jill! I wouldn't do that to my 'super cool' friend," I use air quotes. "Shut up," she punches me. "Ouch!" We go into global for another 40 minutes of boredom. I sit in my seat next to someone other than Jill for once. The teacher assigned new seats, I was next to Sheva and surprisingly Helena. "Hey Piers," Helena hugs me in her seat. "Hey," I reply as we hug. I take my seat and Sheva's just taking notes from the board. "Your party's going to be great," Helena smiled. "Will it really," I ask. "Definitely, I got the music planned and everything," she's all excited. It was good to see her like this. "You're coming, right Sheva," I ask. "Of course Piers," she smiles up from her notebook, then returns to her note. I notice Jill trying to get my attention from the other side of the room.
"What," I mouth. Helena looks at me like I'm crazy for a second but then notices Jill. I can barely make out what she's saying. "Are you" something "Busy after school," I think she asks. "No," I point to Helena, "And I are going to hang out. You're welcome to join us!" She shakes her head, "I have football. Wanted to see if you could come." I turn to Helena, "Wanna go to football practice? They have their first game's next saturday." "Sure," she shrugged, "Jill's on the team?" I shake my head, "No, she just practices with them. I don't know, she's weird." "I wanna go," she smiles. "Okay," I shrug. Helena didn't pay attention to class."You got a crush on anyone," she asks. "Don't wanna talk about it," I say as I write in my notebook. "I think I've got a clue," she bumps me with her shoulder. "Sure you do," I sigh as I continue. Sheva seems to lean closer, I'm not sure if she's trying to copy me or listen in to the conversation. "It's Chris," she says quietly. My hand suddenly twitches and I draw across the page. She laughs and Sheva tried to hold it in. "Take that as a yes," Helena smiles to herself. "Okay! Yes, fine," I say, "I don't care. He's not into me, he's with Jill, okay?!" "Gosh, calm down Piers. I understand why you like him, everyone likes him. He's the head jock at the school... except you know... doesn't hang out with them," she tilts her head. I shake my head as I furiously erase the scribble she made me draw. "It's okay Piers," Sheva puts her hand on my back, "Everyone has that one guy they can't be with." I smile over to her, "Thanks Sheva." She smiles and we continue with class.

2:15 and we're out of that school. "We still going to the practice," I ask Helena. "Yeah! Unless you don't want to," she says. "No! I do," I tell her and I lead her to the field. "You guys came," Jill ran over as we walked in. "Of course Jill," we exchange a hug. "Hey Helena," she gives her a hug to. "Oh okay," Helena hugs her a little awkwardly. "Didn't know we hugged yet," Helena says friendly. "I hug everyone," Jill shrugs. The two girls laugh. "Valentine," the coach calls. "See you two after," she calls as she runs to the field wearing her tight blue booty shorts and white tanktop. "Hey Piers," Chris calls from farther down the field. Helena looks over to me and smiles, making me blush. "Hi Chris!" "What," I ask her. "Nothing," she walks to the bleachers. We take a seat together. "They don't offer soccer here," she asks as the practice starts. "No... If they did I'd be doing it," I sigh. "Why don't you play something else," she asks. "Because soccer was my sport... Ya know?" She nods, "I miss you in Chicago." I smile over at her, "I miss you too, but they're doing great things for mom out here!" "Really," she asks, "I'll have to see her before I go." As the practice goes on, Helena leans against me wrapping her arms around mine as her head rests on my shoulder. "I love you my gay husband," she smiles up at me. "I love you too Helena," I smile like an idiot.

I see the coach pull Jill to the side. I can't tell why, but he doesn't seem angry. I see the rest lineup and one by one they run up trying to kick the ball through the goalposts. They suck, all of them. Finn Macaulay did the best, Chris was standing to the coaches left, Jill to the right. I guess they were trying to decide a kicker, but they were all terrible. "Come on! I can do better than that," Jill yells to some poor kid. It's funny I could hear her but not the coach. She takes the ball and sets it up, "Hold it," she directs Chris. He does and she runs and kicks it farther than anyone else, flying through the goalpost. I see her high five Chris. "You should try out," Helena sits up. "Nah, I wouldn't be good," I wave her away. "Shut up, you'd do great! Go," she pushes me out of my seat and over to the coach. "Hey Coach, I have someone who wants to try out for the kicker position," Helena says. "Do you even go to this school," he asks her. I laugh. "Yeah, foreign exchange from Chicago," she smiles. "Piers? You want to try out," Jill asks, "Didn't know you played any sports." "I played soccer," I shrug, "Helena thinks I'd be a good kicker, but honestly, I've never tried playing football." Chris shrugs, "Can't be worse than the rest of the team." Jill sets up the ball and I run, kicking the ball. Once my foot came in contact with the ball, I knew I'd kick it far. I watch as the ball flies through the goalpost and into the net. "Holy shit," I say. Jill looks at the ball, then back at me, then at the coach. Her mouth is wide open.

Chris also looks really surprised. "Wow," the coach goes from shock to a smile, "And you're in jeans! Imagine when you're in gym clothes! You're on the team!" I smile nervously. "See you next week, don't be late," the coach says. "Alright! Enough practice today, go get changed and head home. Drink plenty of water!" The three of us walk back to Helena. "I didn't expect that Piers," Jill smiled at me. I smile back, "Neither did I really!" Chris put his hand on my shoulder, "Welcome to the team!" I blush and Helena noticed, smiling back at me. "Everyone else sucked out there," Helena said, "But Jill that was a sexy kick!" "Thanks," Jill smiles. "So, what are you guys doing," Chris asked still in his tight green shorts and pale green t-shirt. "Nothing, we were going back to Piers' place. You two wanna come," Helena asks. "You still have that pool right," Chris asks me. "No I got rid of an inground pool! Of course I still have it," I yell. Jill laughs. "I'm in," Chris smiles. "I live next door so, what the hell," Jill smiles. "Cool! I'll drive," Chris smiled. Jill got into the passenger seat and Helena and I got in the back.
"I didn't bring clothes for the pool," Helena leaned closer to me. "Jill should have a spare," I say. "That's weird! I don't even know her," Helena said. "Then go in in your clothes," I tell her. She rolls her eyes. Chris and Jill whisper to each other, she rest her hand on his shoulder as he drives. We pull up to the houses and we get out of the car. "I'm going to get changed," Jill runs to her house. Chris stares at her as she goes. "Come on, she knows her way," I walk towards the house. Both of them follow as I unlock the door. "Tom? You home," I call as I open the door. "Yeah," he comes down the stairs, "Got scared there! Thought you were dad." "Oh hey Chris," Tom waves awkwardly. "Hey," Chris replies and the three of us head for the yard. "Where's Jill," Tom asks. "She's coming, she went to change. Can you tell her we're in the back," I ask. "Sure," he smiled, "Have fun!" The three of us went into the backyard. "Nice," Chris said as he observed the pool. Helena takes off her jacket and rests it on a chair. She's wearing a blue skirt and a white button down shirt underneath. "What is this," I ask referring to her clothes. "What? I wanted to make a good impression," she smiles. I shake my head and tackle her into the pool once I see she's taken her phone out of her pocket.

"Shit Piers," she yells as we resurface. "What," I ask. "It's a white shirt! Everyone's going to see my bra," she yelled. "It's only Chris, Jill, Tom and me," I try to calm her. She shakes her head, "I hate you!" I smile and notice Chris taking off his shirt next to the chairs. His head gets stuck on the neck hole. I can't help but to stare as he fights with his shirt. His head pops out and he runs to the edge and jumps in. He resurfaces, "It's a nice!" The pool was heated luckily, it was october and in Raccoon it was starting to get cold. We float for a while before we hear the door slid open. "You guys started without me," Jill asked. I smile up at her, Chris staring straight at her. "Sorry Jill," I tell her. She's in the same blue bikini she wore last time. Chris is still staring and I snap at him to bring him back to reality. "Thanks," he smiles over to me. Jill jumps in with a "Whoo!" A wave hits me in the face. Helena giggles. Jill comes up for air, Chris is underwater. Jill looks scared before she's lifted into the air. "Holy crap," she screams grabbing onto Chris' head, "You scared the shit out of me!"

He laughs and he walks around with her on his shoulders, she's almost completely out of the water. "Come on Piers! Let's play chicken," Helena yells trying to push me underwater. "Helena! Hel... Helena! Stop... St..." I gasp for breath, but she won and swings her legs over my head and is sitting on my shoulder. "Holy shit, that was crazy," I breathe heavily. "You're alive, you'll get over it! Now let's go," Helena yelled. I carry her over to the much larger man and his partner, and we begin our battle. "GO JILL," Chris yells. "Come on HELENA," I yell to her. She needs to step it up! We both keep yelling at our partners, who fought each other on our shoulders. I push forward, forcing Chris to move back. Jill and Helena continue their epic battle as we move. I finally get Chris far enough back that he slips down the slope that lead to the deeper side.

Jill falls back into the water. She resurfaces, "You guys totally cheated!" She's laughing, so I know she doesn't actually care. I go underwater and take off my annoying shirt that was sticking to my skin. I throw it to the side of the pool and we continue our game. It was a pattern, Chris would win, then I'd win. We just forced the other side to fight harder after every loss. After a few hours in the pool it started to get dark. "I better get going," Chris climbed up the latter. His shorts weren't swimming shorts, so the material clings to his muscled ass nicely. Helena follows him out, blocking my view, but I follow. Jill was right behind me. "So, I'll see you tomorrow," Chris pulled Jill into his arms. "Of course, I'll see you in Trig," they kiss. I throw Chris and Helena their towels, I grab my own. Jill had brought one from her house. After a few minutes of drying off and normal chatting, Chris left for his car and Jill went back home. Helena and I were left in my living room with Tom. "Hey Helena," Tom sits next to her. "Don't talk to me," she quickly responds. "Fine," he gets up and walks into the kitchen. He looked a little scared and I can't help but laugh.