Family Parties part 2: The games

Note: This is a continuation of the story of Jake and I, I will continue School these days after…. Enjoy

When I left the locker room I was beaming, this was just what I needed. Someone I could be with, someone that I could talk to that was real, not one of the many people that were talking to me because of my previous relationship with Aimes. An hour after I had gotten home, I whipped out my phone, hit in his number, sent a text and pressed send.

I remember the agony of the whole 12 minutes that went buy, every thirty seconds I was pulling out my phone and pressing unlock, trying to see if he had texted back, even though I would hear if he had. After this time I heard the infamous three bells, and picked up my phone, seeing a message from “Jake ” the message read:

From: Jake
Received: 7:56 P.M

Jeremy today was amazing. Whatever came over me was great, because if I never would’ve taken that step, I wouldn’t have ever, ever, found you and have these amazing feelings for anybody else. Remember to come eat with me and my friends tomorrow!!
Love, Jake

I was so happy. I immediately planned what I was going to wear the next day. I had everything planed out. The minute the fourth period bell would ring, I would nonchalantly walk to my locker and slowly walk over, because I didn’t want to seem over excited, I mean he is a senior and would most likely be seated with them.

That night I had a very restless, dreamless sleep. My mind kept flashing to the next day and the endless possibilities ahead of me. I kept thinking of the happiness I could have, the restart from Aimes, and the future I could possibly have.

The second that alarm clock went off; I hopped out of bed and showered. I shaved my pubes (why, I did not know), and lathered up with body wash, which is something I did not normally do. When I got out and put lotion on and got dressed, put deodorant on and cologne. I got into my parents suburban, which would be mine in two months, and they took forever to come out.

The time before lunch dragged on, with the clock ticking slower and slower than usual, and classes becoming longer and longer. My heart was beating every which way and when fourth period was almost over, I was itching to get out. Many people were talking to me, but I couldn’t hear them, my heart was in my head and I was just ecstatic.

The minute the bell rang, I shot out of my desk but quickly remembered I was supposed to be nonchalant, so I quickly corrected the problem. I strolled to my locker and then across the quad to senior lawn. I began to walk in the direction of the lawn thinking that I am not a senior and that this was risky on my part.

I hesitated at the edged of the lawn and thought about turning away, but I went against it because this was the day I had been so worked up about, so I took the step, and little than 20 steps in, a huge football jock stepped in front of me and said, “Hold it sophomore, you cant be here, this is senior lawn” I stammered that I was meeting someone, but he didn’t care. He put me in a headlock and began tackling me; I couldn’t breathe and began to panic. I then heard the voice of an angel, “Hey, woah woah Jude, calm it down he’s with me!” Then the animal on me said “Sorry Harding, I didn’t know”. Harding. Jake was here. My heart fell and I was so happy.

He helped me up and I brushed off. “Thanks” I said. “No problem babe” he said. I smiled. He sat me down at his table and at the table was several water polo boys squeezed in, they were all dressed with their gorgeous mops of hair, tans, and all wearing cut off tank tops that showed their muscles perfectly. But there were two in particular that stuck out to me, James Boehner and Matt Kelter, the two junior boys, now seniors, that were celebrating in the yearbook photo with Jake. I looked at them in a better perspective.

James was huge, not fat, but built!