The morning of a Friday.I absolutely adore every single Friday.On Fridays when Ruth walked into school with me, it was the best day of the week by a factor of ten, fucking times better than any other Friday that had ever taken place in my life.After she exited my vehicle, I slung my arm across her shoulders and sneered at her as I led her inside the building. I did this while she was looking at me sideways. It seemed as though the huge number one that was painted on my chest was radiating like a blasted lighthouse beam as a number of people came up to me and wished me luck in the game that was being played tonight. The way in which it pulled people to me would lead you to believe that it was. It caused a pleasant tingling sensation all throughout my body, and the fact that Ruth was there to share it with me elevated the experience to an even higher level of awesomeness.When we stopped there, people flocked around my locker, and I pulled Sharon close to me while they chattered abou
I fumbled through the words, "I...um...borrowed the key," as I spoke. Okay, I admit that I didn't give much thought to the possibility of her moving in that path; but, what exactly was the big deal?She cried after him, "Borrowed the key?" Oh man, whenever she wanted to scream, she could do it. "Whose key did you borrow?"I began my sentence with, "There is a master key..." I went and fetched it from the office so that I could...um...repair your locker...Suddenly, the entire thing didn't seem as brilliant of a concept as it had when it was first proposed. "Oh my GOD!" The hands of Sharon went up into Sharon's hair. "I have no idea how you could have done it. Williams, how could you even think that? How could you possibly go through all of my belongings in such a careless manner? Without so much as a question? Seriously?”My entire body began to shiver, and I began to experience the eerie, tingling sensation that I occasionally had whenever my father was in one of his moods. I felt a
“Shutout! These jackasses don't deserve any fucking points! I yelled. I gestured in the direction of my defense team. "European defense tonight. You cretins force them to the sides, and then you drive right through the centre of the formation; there are no crossovers. I'll take care of things from that point on."Paul interjected, "You've got it," when the topic was brought up again.If Fred and Holder could just do their jobs, everything would be OK.Both of them shouted "Fucking A!" at the same time."Frankie, if you get called for offside one more time during this game, I will personally kick your ass in the locker room after the game is over." You hear what I'm saying, right? Don't throw away the motherfucking ball. Continue to support the defenders.""Whatever you say, captain," the ensign said. He smiled at me in a peculiar manner, but I paid no attention to it.“Ethan.” I looked up at the first-year student who was sitting on the ground next to the door to the changing rooms an
I stood there and watched him pull away from the parking lot before turning around and walking back to the field. The entire time, I was thinking about what the hell I was going to tell Sharon. I probably could have told her the truth because she already had some of the information, but I chose not to do so. It was important to me that she didn't find out what her father had to say about her.I gave my head a shake, and raindrops escaped from my hair and landed on the ground below.There was no question in my mind that I would not be ditching her tonight. Before my father was due to return, I had the full week to myself. In the event that my relationship with Ruth had to end before that point, I intended to make the most of the upcoming week.When I looked at my phone, there was a message from Maxwell asking where I had been. After jogging the remaining distance to the spectator stands, I hastily typed a response and then arrived there.When I arrived back to Sharon, I didn't feel lik
She smacked my arm, but all I could do was smirk because Ruth's warm little body was pressed up against mine on a teeny-tiny couch, so she had to be extra near. I didn't really give a fuck about it, but I did simply smirk anyhow. As I shut my eyes, my arm was encircling her torso, and I held it there.She mumbled something about it being inevitable. "Figures," "Mitts is going to be sitting on the bench anyway."During the course of our meal together, I grilled her with numerous inquiries concerning her mother and life in Minneapolis. I wasn't sure how I should feel about the fact that she missed her old house, but it was clear that she did. I still wanted to take the dicks off the two bastards who had done that shite to her, but at the same time, I was relieved that she was here with me now.Now.For the time being.Shit.My muscles were still incredibly painful, and I felt like absolute garbage, but I knew that I had to tell her about what my father had said the previous evening. I r
When I looked down, I saw that she was correct. I wasn't really paying attention, but it seemed like the rain was getting through my shirt. After I fell in the foyer, Sharon ordered me wait there while she went to the bathroom to get a towel. I had to do it because I was dripping wet. She questioned him by inquiring, "You want a shower or anything?" "Would you like to come with me?" I responded with a question mark above each eyebrow. My mouth kind of fell open when I made the remark, and I didn't even bother to discuss the topic with myself first. She questioned whether or not it was required of her that she behave like a young man. I reminded her, "I am an adolescent boy," she responded. After drying my hair with the towel, she pushed me up the stairs to her room so that she could get some privacy. I just kind of stood in the middle of the room and glanced around, noticing the little changes that had occurred since the last time I had been here. Sharon carried a handful of clothes i
I wanted to dispute with her and tell her that the only reason I could do that was because I had already taken care of the kids at school so that they wouldn't bother her again, but instead I was captivated by her gaze. I wanted to argue with her and tell her that the only reason I could do that was because I had already taken care of the kids at school. The way in which she was looking at me—so intently—it caused my heart to begin beating rapidly once more in my chest.It was only that glance that did it. The moment my eyes locked with hers, I had an instantaneous realization that it was game over for me. If she would just keep staring at me like that, I would gladly comply with everything she would ask of me. Was it all that was required? Simply being present for her would be enough? Even though I had no idea what she actually meant by those words, I knew at that very moment that she had won my complete and total commitment. I was aware of it not only in my head but also in every hu
I showed her into my room and did my best to maintain a steady gait while she perused the many items I had arranged there. She started by running her fingers over the edges of the CDs, then delicately removed one of them, and then returned it to its original position while I let out a breath of relief.She gave me a crooked smile and reassured me, "I won't mess anything up," as she spoke.I made an effort to laugh."Sorry," I said. "I just…There has never been anyone else in this room before.""No one?""Not outside of my family, no."She looked at me in a peculiar manner before returning her attention to her surveillance.She remarked, "You have a lot of trophies," which was a compliment. My name was traced with the tip of her finger on an MVP award I received during my freshman year. She continued to stare in all directions for a further minute before finally sitting down on the ledge of my couch. "Okay, but where exactly is the computer?"I reached into the closet and took the lapt