ChapterTwo
1023 Words
WILL RODRIGUEZ
The guys were talking about the Freshman girls and how hot they were. It was always a conversation that they tried to include me and it was not any different this time.
"Seen the girl named Janet?" Cain asked suddenly, his question directed at me.
"Oh. What's with her?" I asked, looking curious.
He looked around at the other guys and they laughed.
"What's funny about her? Is she a clown?" I asked again, unable to make sense of their latest action.
"No, she is not." Cain said.
"She has the biggest booty I've seen on an eighteen year old American girl."
A guy named Rock said and there was another bout of laughter. It was funny and I laughed too.
"So who is thinking of taking a shot at her? Is it you, Cain?" I asked. He shrugged.
"Three guys from the football club would die to have her. They are currently having a fight over her and we are not about to go add to the number of guys who want her, right?" Cain asked.
"Don't be funny." Rock chided mildly. "Until she decides who she wants, they are all fighting in vain. Someone from the basketball club could be the lucky guy."
"Maybe that is going to be you." I said grimly.
He shook his head.
"She's not exactly the chic I want.. There is this drop dead gorgeous girl with freckles. She wears large glasses and carries a fancy pink backpack. She's the girl.. "
There was a general chorus of agreement from the other guys as we started to change into our kit for the day's tournament.
"She is pretty as hell. Drop dead gorgeous." Someone said in a small voice.
"Heard she does not have any friends yet." Rock said, "well I could be her friend!" He exclaimed with delight.
Everyone laughed and murmured in agreement.
I felt my stomach tighten into a knot. I had seen the girl under the description earlier that day at the cafeteria. She had been talking with a black girl in dreadlocks and they had seemed so absorbed in the conversation that the small stir my presence had caused had not distracted them. I did not like not being noticed. Especially not by beauties like her. I had looked at her only briefly, but I had not succeeded in keeping her oval face and large blue eyes off my mind.
She was as beautiful as the guys said she was.
"I want the girl. I'm going to have her." I said suddenly. The other guys exchanged looks.
"Don't be like that, Will. You don't have to take the prettiest girl every year." Rock said.
"You're right. I don't have to. She has to choose me. See? There is a difference."
"She is not going to have you."
Jason, who had been listening all along said with a small smile tugging at the sides of his lips.
"You think so?" Cain asked in my stead, amused.
"Well, yeah. She seems to be turning down everyone and she doesn't even have friends."
"She turned you down?" Rock asked. "Maybe you went for her too fast." He added.
The conversation ended then. The basketball match was in one hour and we needed to prepare ourselves for it.
Most of the freshman girls loved to turn up for games and I was certain the girl with large glasses and pink backpack would come too.
"I'm going to have the freshman girl." I whispered to Cain as we began filing out of the dressing room.
"What if you don't?" He asked.
"Well, let's make a bet. She is going to notice me and fall for me like it always happens." I said with aplomb.
He made the bet with me, grinning.
"I'll be getting a hundred bucks off you if she doesn't!"
He called as he ran off to join the spectators. I sighed. It was another time to show the audience I had just how good I had grown to be with the basketball game. It attracted the ladies like ants to sugar and it got me what I wanted most times.
My dexterity with the ball stemmed from a place of passion for the game and I had not for once thought of giving up playing for any reason.
"The b*tch said yes to someone on the football team." Martin whispered bitterly to me twenty minutes later.
I turned around to look at him. My heart skipped two beats at a time. He was not one of the guys that always gave the chase. He was reserved in many ways and I had never heard him call a woman names, but it did not stop me from hoping it was not Liz he was talking about.
"Who?" I asked dryly.
"The girl with big booty."
He looked like he would cry so I rested a hand on his shoulder.
"Are you having fantasies about her too?" I asked, careful not to sound mocking. He nodded.
"I never liked a girl that much. She is with Oscar and it hurts." He said.
He was pathetic but he needed some truth.
"Are you sure you truly like her or you want to see how those cheeks can sit on your face sometime soon."
He opened his mouth to say something in his defense but the words did not come out. I laughed and he stepped back from me. The whistle sounded and Coach Forest came running towards us. He was a burly man in his mid forties with a strength and swiftness that usually left many in doubt of his actual age.
"Boys, the other team is here."
He said when he reached us, but he was not anxious about how the game would turn out. He had enough confidence in us and we had never Lost a game. Ever.
Spectators were trooping into the hall in their numbers and I prayed silently that Liz was one in the multitude of girls who were excitedly squealing and calling out the names of their favorite players, My name being called more often than other names.
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