| �Okay we�ve got twenty minutes left till game time. Think we�re ready?� Chloe asked Regan, standing up and jogging in place for a second.
Regan stood up, stretched her arms out behind her, and nodded. �I think we�re definitely ready. What do you want to do now?� Their training, stretching, and talking was over. Now all they had to do was get into the mindset of the game, and get prepared for it. It was an exhausting task, as Regan had noticed greatly, but it was all worth it in the end. She and Chloe decided to jog around a little bit and then settle down again and talk before getting ready to leave for the field. It was exciting each game, getting pumped up, playing your hardest, and knowing whether you win or lose that you did your best. Regan loved soccer, and was now mentally prepared for whatever was going to hit her. �This is your soccer field?� Blake asked in complete astonishment as Maria�s car drove up into the parking lot. �Listen Mr. �I go to a private school that has tons of money,� we don�t have a lot of money to make anything. Plus I�m thinking that if it was any bigger, we would be playing in the street.� Blake rolled his eyes and got out of the car, only to watch Maria head toward the school. �Wait a second�� he called. She turned around quickly and laughed at his confusion. �Sorry about that, I was just going to go to the bathroom and get a pop. The bathrooms out here are disgusting. You can either follow me or go find a seat,� she said, turning around to walk away. He didn�t hesitate jogging to catch up with her. �You�re really confusing me, I�ve never been here, so don�t pull all this trying to escape from me crap to fool me. This school may be tiny compared to my school,� Maria scoffed, �but I still don�t know where the hell I�m going.� �Oh just trust me dear Turner,� Maria joked, patting his cheek softly. They walked into the lobby, and Maria got them both a pop. Afterward, she disappeared into the bathroom. Blake stood outside in the lobby awkwardly, playing with his bottle cap. He didn�t know what he was doing or where he was and he felt like a complete idiot standing around looking lost. He wandered into the gym, and whistled at how different it was from his schools�. It was fun to contrast and compare. He jumped a mile when the door to his left burst open, and a flood of girls came pouring out in white and red soccer uniforms. Their hair was all pulled up into ponytails, and their cleats squeaked loudly on the waxed gym floor. At the back of the crowd came two giggling girls, one tall and lean with wavy brown hair and pale eyes. She was cute, but didn�t look like his type by the way she was carrying herself. The other girl however, caught his attention. She was short, much shorter than the brunette, and looked as though she was full of life and spirit. In her 100-watt smile it showed, and her intense beauty captured him instantly. She had long, blonde hair and a pair of sparkling brown eyes, uncommon on a blonde. He knew right off she had to be special. He felt a weird twinge in his heart when he watched her smile and laugh with her friend, and dared to make a move. He stepped over to her and tapped her on the shoulder. Regan whirled around and looked up at him. She couldn�t believe how gorgeous he was, and couldn�t believe of all the people to talk to, someone this handsome was talking to her. Or getting her attention anyway. He had to be a foot and some odd inches taller than her, but staring up at her certainly wasn�t about to make her neck hurt. He had bright, curly blonde hair, and two blue eyes that just screamed of passion. She knew from the moment she looked up into his sapphires that he was special, and he was different. Her heart melted just staring at his big, soft pink lips, his adorable button nose, and watching him watch her was like a dream come true. It was like something she never thought she�d feel. �Yes?� she asked, shaking it off and regaining her composure. He was captivating her in every way, just by breathing. He was suddenly at a loss for words. What was he going to say to her? Hi, I thought you were really pretty and you make me feel the way no other woman has made me feel and I don�t even know your name. Can I have your number? �I-I was w-wondering�� he stammered, and he could tell she was getting impatient. �Um�� he sighed, looking down at now what appeared to him as awkwardly big and clumsy feet. �Do you know where the boy�s bathroom is?� She looked up at him expectedly, and grinned. He was too nervous to ask anything else, and it was adorable. �Yeah, it�s right out there,� she said, pointing behind him. As much as she didn�t want to turn around and leave, she knew she had to. �Wait,� he said, grabbing her arm before she could take another step. Regan�s heart fluttered in her chest. Something about the way he touched her, with such gentleness, made her want to feel that all up and down and all over her body. She wanted him to be the exact person making her feel that way. �What?� she asked. �That�s not what I was going to ask you,� he said, finally feeling confident again. She noticed that his hand did not move from her arm, but she was not going to complain about that anytime soon. �Oh yeah?� Regan asked, grinning again. He felt his knees go weak and he dared to smile back. This time it was her who felt her knees wobble. �Yeah. I wanted to know�� he stopped then, not knowing what to say at all. What was he going to ask her? �Can I talk to you after the game?� He didn�t even know her name, but his insides were telling him just to throw himself at the chance of getting to know her. Every bone in his body was making him go for it, and screaming for him to do something about the attraction he was beginning to have for this nameless girl. �I-I�� Regan stuttered, feeling his hand slide down slowly toward her own and then grasping it tightly. She made no move to pull her hand away, but remembered the promise she made to herself. No matter how much she liked him and how attracted she was, she couldn�t let herself be pulled in. �I don�t know, I�m pretty busy afterward. I�m meeting a friend�� �So? Meet me afterward? Give me five minutes, please. I just want to talk to you,� he pleaded. She couldn�t believe it. Her heart was screaming at her to throw away the foolish promise she had made, and give it another chance. Another part of her was telling her to stay back and not let herself get caught in a situation she wasn�t going to be able to handle again. �Why do you want to talk to me?� she asked, eyeing their clasped hands and then meeting his eyes again. �That�s the funniest part� I don�t know� that�s why I think I should trust it,� he said, smiling simply at her. She smiled back, and finally gave in. �Fine, but five minutes is all you get.� �Five minutes is perfect,� he told her with a grin. �I have to go,� she said, hating herself for leaving so hastily. �Don�t forget!� he called after her. She waved in consent and ran out of the gym quickly. His smile broadened at the prospect of getting to know� and then he realized that he hadn�t even asked her what her name was. How caught up in the moment he had been to forget to ask for a name. That wasn�t normally like him. He walked out into the lobby, watching as she and her friend ran to the soccer field. Maria walked out of the bathroom just then, and he didn�t even notice. �Hello? Blake? You alive?� she asked, poking him. He finally managed to tear his eyes away from the door and look down at Maria. �Hmm?� �What? What did I miss?� �Nothing,� Blake sighed, staring at the door again. �Just nothing.� Maria shrugged, making a mental note to herself to figure out what his deal was later. They walked over to the soccer field in silence, and he dove into Maria�s car for something just before they entered the gates. �What are you doing?� she asked unbelievably. �Getting my sketchbook,� he replied. �You brought it with you?� �Of course,� he said, pulling it out of the back of her car and bringing it to him closely. �I never leave home without it.� �You are something else,� she laughed, but knew not to make fun of him for it too much. To Blake, his artwork and his sketching of living things was his undying passion. Like writing to Regan, sketching to Blake was something he couldn�t live without. Like he had claimed, he never left the house without his sketchbook, a freshly sharpened pencil, and sometimes a piece of charcoal. Most of the time Blake either sketched because he was bored or saw something beautiful that had to be sketched. Maria figured that Blake was going to be bored out of his mind during the soccer game, and hadn�t suspected for a minute he would leave it behind. �You and those doodles,� she laughed, paying her way in. �What about my doodles? I love doodling,� he laughed, paying and entering as well. �I know, but are you really going to be that bored?� she asked. He looked at her, and realized that she was right. Whenever he was bored, he sketched. Ever since he saw� whoever she was� in the gym, he wanted to capture her beauty before it disappeared from him too quickly. �Um� maybe,� he said, nudging her jokingly. They made their way to the stands, and sat for another ten minutes before the game started. Maria watched Regan with pride, and was amazed at how well she had progressed in her talent in the last couple of years. She was getting very good, and Maria was easily able to see why Regan loved the sport so much. Occasionally she glanced over at Blake, only to see him with his head leaning down, rapidly sketching away. She didn�t move to bother him because whatever he was sketching looked to be a pretty big deal to him. She watched Regan until half time, when she finally sat back and gave her attention back to Blake. �What are you sketching? The way you look doing that makes it seem like you�re in some sort of mad contest.� �The most beautiful girl I have ever seen,� he sighed at her, blowing the paper, shadowing some parts of his drawing, and finally unveiling it to her. �The most beautiful�� Maria stopped and gasped to herself. That was it. That was why he had been so distant. He had obviously bumped into her without knowing, and just as she expected, there was an instant spark. The picture depicted Regan in every way possible, running down the field toward the ball. It was the best picture Blake had ever drawn, and without a doubt, Maria could tell Blake had drawn Regan in all her soccer glory. �What?� Blake asked. His eyes lit up. �Do you know her?� Maria continued to stare at the picture. �Y-You could say that.� �OH! You have to let me meet her! I made her promise to talk to me after the game and I want to meet her so bad! We only talked for a couple of minutes, but in that couple of minutes� I don�t know what came over me, but I felt so different. Looking at her took my breath away and I wanted to just get to know her so badly. It was really weird.� �That is really weird,� Maria commented. Now she couldn�t wait to see the sparks fly. She promised Blake that he would meet her best friend, and by God, he would meet her. �So can you introduce me?� Blake asked eagerly. �Oh Blake,� Maria said, throwing her arm around him. �You�ll meet her. I guarantee it.� |
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