I do apologize for my lengthy absence. I don't have any excuse other than I just needed a break. We all need those every once and a while, yeah? Anyways, I trust you'll forgive me. I hope people are still interested in this story. This chapter is kinda short as im just getting back into it. Enjoy.
Emily's POV
It was our first soccer game of the year. Our opponent challenged us, but not too much. Coach played me the entire first half, and benched me for the entirety of the second. It was frustrating when he did this. We were up by two goals halfway through the second half when he took Ali out. She was happy with the way the game was going. After talking with our assistant coach for some time, she walked past me to grab a blanket. The nights were starting to get chillier as Fall approached. She stepped in front of me and, with the blanket wrapped around her back, held out one arm and asked if I wanted to share the warmth. I looked up at her, holding my un-clothed arms, and gently shook my head no.
I think a big part of the reason I never get to have nice moments with a person I like is because I personally prevent them from happening. I could have been snuggled up in a blanket with Ali right now, but no. I had to be awkward and detached.
The reasoning I had in my head was that if I kept my distance she would never guess my true feelings. So instead I chose to act like a cold-hearted bitch who just wants to be left alone.
Senior year would go by and I would go to college far away and never see these people again. So I suppose it's justifiable that I don't attempt to make any new connections.
The game ended and we won, as usual. The team was all laughs and smiles as we paraded onto the bus. The whole ride home everyone sang all the new and popular songs and our coach gave a brief speech of how proud he was. I sat alone in a seat on the edge of where everyone was crowded. I was always there, but as an outsider; on the edge peering in.
The previous night I had met with Ali so she could tell me more about what kind of help she needs as a captain. We really didn't do anything. I technically wasn't a captain and Ali and Samara still had things under control despite their feud. We pretty much talked about everything except soccer. I almost had myself thinking she just wanted to spend time with me.
Spencer's POV
The weirdest thing happened today. During my lunch period I stayed in my room to finish up some work. Ten minutes into the period Mike Montgomery walked in with his notebook in hand.
"What up Ms. H!"
I had smiled and waved him on over to my desk. He put the notebook on my desk and looked me in the eye. He said nothing, and I grew confused.
"Can I help you with something, Mike?"
"You know," He sneered, "Your name sounds really familiar. Your first name wouldn't happen to be Spencer, would it?"
He knew. It wasn't a question, he was letting me know that he knew. Of course he would know though. How could I let myself hope that he might not know? Of course his sister would have said something to him about me. Who knows what, though? That thought scares me.
He continued to look at me as if he was hanging something over my head.
"Look, Mike. I don't know what you're thinking or feeling, but these matters need to stay outside of school and between your sister and I."
He held his hands up. "I'm not saying anything." I waited for him to say 'yet'. For him to give me some sort of blackmail. But no, he just wanted me to know that he knew.
He left the room as if he had just won some imaginary argument. If he thought he had something over me he was wrong.
Now, several hours later, this encounter still bothers me. So I've decided to go for a run. I zipped up my hoodie, tied my shoelace tight, and headed out to pound some pavement.
Emily's POV
I sat against a tree with my copy of The Lord of the Flies for English class. I was actually enjoying this particular novel. As far as English class books go, this was tolerable. Easy to read, at least. I liked to come to the park to read. Too many distractions at my house, and too much noise at the coffee shop for reading.
I had just finished the second chapter when I looked up and saw her. Ms. Hastings was jogging towards me with her head down. She was wearing a light grey hoodie with a black tank-top underneath. Just as she was about to pass me she stopped at a bench and bent over to re-tie her shoe. As she bent over I discovered that it wasn't a black tank-top she was wearing, but her black sports bra. Her stomach was visible as she was bent over. I swallowed and tried to look back down at my book, but couldn't. I watched her stand up again to continue her run. The only thing between me and that view again was a zipper. That thought sent heat up the sides of my neck.
I will try to write more often. Im getting back into it right now and im kinda excited. So you can expect to see some more