�Alright let�s go!� I shouted.
�Ok. You first,� he offered.
�Ok.�
I stood up for a few seconds and then did a routine.
We were at a nearby park. A place that Keith and I often visited.
First I did a summersault, then did a dangerously very arched back bend, then stood back up and did a one handed cartwheel, a front flip, 3 back flips, spun 1 time in the air, landed then quickly did the splits.
I got back on my feet.
�Beat that.� I brushed off my pants.
�That was pretty good,� he admitted. �But not good enough.�
�What?�
In a flash JC did an Arabian roll, a round off, snapping his legs up in the air before doing 2 back flips, then 2 front flips, then finally jumping up into the air and doing the splits.
�Wow. That was amazing!� I applauded.
He smiled triumphantly. �Was it better than yours?�
�I guess. But you gotta do a backbend to prove it!�
�What?! No way! I can�t do a backbend! I�m not like those flimsy girls you�re talking about.�
�Ugh. So you really are a guy. I guess you�re not up to the challenge then,� I said, standing up and walking to the car.
�Wait! I�ll try it.�
It worked. I spun around. �Ok. Let�s see it.�
He stood uncertainly for a moment, then bent back, doing a perfect backbend.
�You said you couldn�t do a backbend!� I exclaimed.
�Doesn�t mean I couldn�t try,� he smirked.
�Fine. You win. Let�s try this. The faster runner,� I challenged.
�Ok. We start here, then run to over there,� he said, pointing to the far side of the field. It was just about 150 meters.
�Ok. You�re on,� I accepted.
We stood at the �start�.
�Ready, set, go!� I shouted.
We ran. I had always been a fast runner, my legs were longer, and I was an awesome short distance runner.
Almost effortlessly, I got a few meters ahead of JC. Then a few more�a couple more�finish line!
�Yes!� I shouted, jumping up and down.
�How do you run so fast?� he panted.
�Experience,� I said simply.
�Ok. You win this one.� He collapsed on the ground in mock defeat.
�I knew you�d admit it,� I said triumphantly as I lay down next to him.
I put my hands behind my head, my elbow just hitting his shoulder.
�I don�t admit it. It�s just the truth,� he corrected.
�And the truth is I won by a mile,� I smiled.
He sat up and looked down at me. �Not a mile. More like a couple feet.�
�Not feet. Meters,� I corrected him.
He gave me his little half smile I couldn�t help but think was adorable.
Then his head bent down lower.
I inhaled sharply as our lips made contact. His soft lips sent chills up my spine. My stomach twisted and churned. My head was spinning.
I gathered all my strength and pushed him away.
�What�s wrong? Was it me? I�m sorry if ��
Putting my fingers on his lips I said, �It�s not you. Believe me it�s not. It�s just�I have a boyfriend.�
He slouched a little. �Oh. You do?�
I instantly regretted my words. �Let me explain JC. Then you might understand a little more.�
He nodded.
�Well, his name is Keith. He�s on the basketball team. We�ve been going out for 2 years. Before you say anything, I want to say I don�t have any real feelings for him. I think of him more as a good friend instead of a boyfriend. Sometimes I think he likes me more than I like him. I have always wanted to break up with him, but never did. I don�t know why. But�when I met you�there was something about you�I don�t know�maybe it�s just attraction. But I really liked you,� I rushed.
His eyes widened.
�And when we went to look at moon, do you know what I saw?� I asked softly.
He shook his head. �What?�
�I saw you�� I whispered.
His face dissolved into disbelief and confusion. �You saw me?�
I nodded.
�Wow. That�s a lot of things. And a lot to think about. I don�t know what to say,� he said.
I sighed. �I don�t either.�
�You really like me?�
I smiled weakly. �Yeah. I did and I do.�
�I really like you too,� he whispered.
I paused.
�I�m gonna break up with Keith,� I announced.
His eyes widened for a little bit. �You are? Your boyfriend of 2 years?�
�Remember, I didn�t really have any feelings for him so I think this is the right decision.�
He thought for a moment. �Yeah. I guess you�re right.�
�Good. Now with that settled, what time is-�
�JESSIE!!�
I shot up. �What?�
�What are you doing?!� cried an angry voice.
My head snapped toward the voice.
It was Keith. He was walking-or should I say stomping-over to us.
Once he reached us, he jumped on JC.
�Oh my god! Let him go! Get off him!� I cried, trying to pull Keith off of JC.
Keith pulled his fist back for a punch.
�NO!� I cried, jumping in front of him.
�AH!� I groaned, crippling to the ground, clutching my stomach.
He hit me extremely hard-a punch I knew would�ve hurt even JC.
The pain was excruciating. It seared through my stomach like fire.
�JESSIE!� they shouted, getting down on either side of me.
�Oh my god I�m so sorry,� Keith apologized. �I didn�t mean to hit you.�
�You were gonna hit JC, Keith. I had to stop you,� I said through clenched teeth. The pain was unbearable.
�Why did you jump in Jessie? I could�ve taken it,� JC exclaimed.
�You would�ve gotten hurt for nothing.�
�You got hurt for doing nothing Jessie,� Keith interrupted.
�No. I deserved it. As a punishment.�
�What?� he asked, perplexed.
�For not breaking up with you before,� I said softly.
There was a warm feeling in my stomach I did NOT find comforting.
�What?� he asked again.
�Sorry Keith. But I have to. I don�t have the feelings to stay your girlfriend. I have to break up with you,� I whispered, seeing dots. The pain was practically blinding. I knew something was terribly wrong.
�Please don�t,� Keith begged.
�I�m sorry,� I wheezed.
I looked at JC. �JC�help me��