A Virgin For The Player
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nsure why. It's not like I'm mean-quite the contrary, I'
back in mid
ople called out names to form their t
the person choosing for their team would finally relucta
rson most people f
this will
hands and neck are covered in a cold sweat as I walk
no longer be weak
d become a new woman! Here is to a
I thou
as it seems. The second I walk insid
this earth to torment me. Tall and imposing. Nathan sit
sweeps dow
walking daydream: beautiful and an athlet
ely built for the sport he plays, hockey. Broad shouldered
ring him like th
ear
fore graduating. I still remember how he used to steal the
awing, saying, "Wow, perhaps
an, so d
on that followed after that. Everyone called
to my spot, but when those ice blue eyes meet
with s
u
itely remembers me, but there aren't any emotio
ks away. And that's how my first reunion wit
yet my heart is still cl
retty and leans close to his ear, whispering lou
Nathan's friend, says. "I h
ing about me. They aren't very secretive
he sh
ng you, it's t
's ra
car
she be a do
g next to him swats her hand as if to dismiss the raci
till be so mean in college. My heart is aching,
used to call her
if she sti
gh, he doesn't even respond to his f
ved on from his
can't stand here li
friends, hoping they won't notice my
e room where my introduct
r freshmen there, and I make it in
chedule, information about important dea
inutes. I'm now free to head home. I don
es to stand on edge. Next to my tiny red Fiat borrowed from
and smoking
hat do
h myself for being a coward. My mom always preaches, "You have to f
oesn't s
ll
yet I still walk over to
adows, like the wolf ready to slaughter the lamb. His shadow fa
ep voice alone got the bloo
anage to ans
r. "A red Fiat- how fi
ce blue eyes- perfect bone structure and stubble. He is beautiful and smells lik
ar..." I'm not sure why I felt the
robably knowing I'm nervous. I bet he f
up
asy to find p
ation? I can't tell what his
sed it's st
my ribcage. "What is
se cars of
ying to
glaring at him. "Mine works
eyes as if he likes gettin
anything else, but he does, however, keep his eyes on me. It make
just stand
arette. "Should you really be smoking?" I ask
my eyes on Nathan's face for too long without feeling
hy to speak or look at m
h
ect a follow
lips. "
es
ent as I mumble. "Smoking
s his face.
ah.
g more than one package a da
ld you do that? You should quit your smoking
rey?" "No, I'm just..." I take a deep breath. "Just d
shame, Nathan. You wi
moking is a stu
in; it's like som
moving over me as if processing my words. It makes me break
over, but I decide to walk forward
formidable chest and a pair o
k
and way taller
face him. His lips part."Is Alice Grey
N
step back. "It sounded like it... I wonder wh
eyes roam over my face. He stands too close, inches
t your
important?
won't leave mine.
oat ru
han's handsome features. It gets worse the longer I stay silent
yone b
uy I feared f
ntire school call me Picasso. I
Nathan wan
y have a way with words, Grey," Nathan deadpans,
ugh, before Nathan climbs in, his eyes travel to mine again.
h
n looking at
nemy drive away without
same spot, trying to calm down my hea
e, it seems this year won't mean a new future. I will still be the
lege? Because most of all, I would ne