What About Loyalty

Chapter 5

Before I get into how I was accused of groping Hilary Hurston's breasts, I want to go over what happened before I heard about it.

The very same day I learned of a plot to have me not be part of the football team, I had one of the best nights of my life.

After I got off my bus and checked the mailbox, I saw a note on the front door that read.

Harvey,

Your father and I are going out tonight. You're in charge of the house. Please know that is doesn't mean you can trash it. You still have to follow the rules. See ya soon!

-Mom

I could nearly contain my excitement. This never happened to me before, and I was willing to take advantage of this situation because there's a good chance it might not happen again. The first thing I did was whip out my phone and call Ali. When the phone picked up, I told her the good news and asked her to come over. She immediately agreed.

As I awaited her arrival, I cooked my dream dinner - spaghetti with shrreeded cheese, croutons, sausage, and Prego sauce - while listening to hip-hop music on the radio. Fifteen minutes later, the doorbell rang. I answered the door and saw Ali standing there. I swear, in all my life, I've never seen her at her sexiest when wearing casual clothing. Her long brown hair was in a cute little ponytail, and she wore a pink t-shirt with blue jeans that reached just above her ankles. On her feet were these darling little red Cinderella-like flats (only they weren't made of glass). I felt like I fell in love with her the minute I saw her in that outfit.

"Are you done staring?" Ali teased.

"Sorry," I quickly apologized. "Won't you come in." Ali did just that. As soon as she walked through that door, our two-person part had officially begun.