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Ms. Sharon can you catch Damion up on everything?”
“Yes Ms.Kortright.” thankful she finally came to my rescue. “Come on.” I tell Damion to follow me to the back room to get him a laptop to use outside of class.
Flipping on the lights I hear Damion whistle at all the computer. It’s not that impressive to me, but still we have the best computer classes in the entire district. Since Damion’s last name is in the M’s I give him the thirteenth laptop. He take the computer and examines it and then shrugs. I turn to leave the room, but he grabs my arm and pulls me into a kiss. Really?! Two in ten minutes can I have a break? The warmth that spreads is the first thing I feel before the soft tingle of his lips. Almost instinctively I put my hands up to push him away, but instead wrap my arms around his neck and pull myself up to him. It feels like we melt together, like we were meant to do this; sort of like a lost puzzle pieces coming together.
Finally gathering enough strength, I push away. Damion gives me a satisfied smug look and I roll my eyes. He has this way of getting under my skin making me want to kiss him and never let go then the other half wants to choke the very last breathe from his body. I begin the debriefing on what we have done so far to make it look like we were just talking as we walk out of the closet. Only a couple of eyes watch us make our way to our seats. Times flies faster than I expect and the bell rings in the middle of ingenious idea, I quickly type it out before I lose it.
The painful trek to PE drags out with the fact that no matter where I go he will be there. I can hear from the entrance of the locker room Lindsey and her posse are already changing. We have a loose dress code when it comes to PE gear. You must have proper running shoes and school colors which are black, red, and/or white. My PE clothes consist of black under armor basketball skort that are (they actually don’t look that bad), unfortunately, like my spanks and come just under my butt; and a red form fitting under armor workout tank top (I like under armor). Lindsey and her friends have sort of the same thing, but their shirts barley cover their bell buttons and they wear shorts instead. “Freedom to express” the coaches call it, but they are just a bunch of horny old men whose wives don’t put out anymore.
Coach Narghety (Nar-get-y), yeah weird right, blows the whistle telling us to head into the gym. Zania, Caitlin, Bryce, Heather, and I find each other then pile into the gym. I rant to them how Damion is in every class and driving me nuts with his bi-polar attitude. One minute he is all over the cheerleader group and then he won’t leave me alone. “Oh telling your friends how awesome I am are we?” an overly self-confident voice breathes at the back of my neck.
In my ranting I hadn’t even noticed I walked into him until my hands carefully examine the wall of muscles behind me. Slowly I turned around to find Damion grinning and my face was turning red, don’t need a mirror to tell me that. Heather and Bryce burst out laughing at my carelessness and I smile awkwardly. Damion wraps his long arm around my shoulder. “Well I do have that effect on people. It’s not your fault for being so over whelmed that you just have to tell everyone.” The smug is practically flowing off him like falling water that it suffocates me.
“You wish.” I retort using two finger to peel his arm from my shoulder as if it were a dead rat. “Can you turn down your ego you might choke a tiger. They are endangered you know.”
He puts his arm right back into place as if were magnetized. The annoyance is clearly written across my face that make all my friends laugh again. Traitors I think. Finally Zania comes to my rescue and pulls me over to her to ask a “secret question”, but Heather, obviously enjoying this too much, pushed me right back at him.
“I’m not a rag doll to be tossed around.” I scold at her, but it’s too late. Damion wraps his arms securely around my waist to prevent my escape again. A small growl escapes my mouth as I give Heather my famous death glare. She flinches in return, but those are what “death” glares are for to scare people.
“Awe I think I made our little Sharon angry.” She teases in a baby voice.
I attempt to lunge at her to punch her, but Damion steal like biceps hold me in place. Shocked I look down at his arms and squeeze them. He flexes and smiles cockily at me, and I punch him in the arm which hurt me more than it did him most likely. Coach calls row then we break into partners for our “trust” segment (completely unnecessary). Half the class flocks to Damion, but he is insistent I be his partner. I struggle against him like a cat in a bath, but with no luck I eventually give in and agree to be his partner. A couple of girls give me dirty looks I return with an equally vicious scowl.
“First trust exercise is the trust fall.” Coach Narghety yells over all the other side conversations. People grumble but get into position.
“You better not let me fall.” I warn.
Leaning back, I don’t hold back like I normally do with Heather. Closing my eyes doesn’t help with the anxiety of being dropped, but I do it anyway. Just when I feel I’m going to hit the floor, a pair of strong hands catches me by my side. I keep my eyes closed tight afraid of what I will see when I open them. “Never.” Damion softly whispers in my ear and I open my eyes in surprise. Turning to look at him, all traces of his earlier playfulness have vanished.
Involuntarily a small smile crosses my lips, but I quickly catch myself and hide it. I stand back up and continue falling until the buzzer sounds telling us to switch. It occurs to me when I stand behind Damion how short I am compared to him. What if I can’t catch him? I panic. Damion falls back with no hesitation and I reach out to catch him. Strangely he feels light and I can catch him with no problem. He looks at me and it’s obvious I’m confused, then the full effect of his weight hits me and I fall with him falling on top.
“Flowers” Coach yells. “,don’t drop your partner!”
“Sorry coach just misjudged his size.” I apologize while climbing out from under Damion
“Don’t apologize to me, apologize to your partner.” A couple of kids snicker at her retort.
“Sorry.” I mumble to Damion.
“It’s cool.” He laughs dusting himself off.
We both readjust ourselves and do a couple more falls, and I don’t drop him anymore. The buzzer sounds and coach explains the next task. Blind folds are required and I already don’t like it. Ever since I was small I didn’t like not being able to see where I was going, but I’m not afraid of the dark. I look back and forth from Damion to the blind fold slowly approaching my eyes hoping he will take the hint. Caitlin came up to me and asked if I was okay and I just gave a quick nod of the head; only she knew of this weird fear. She called Damion over to the corner and explained it to him. I wasn’t comfortable with him knowing but he just looked at me concerned then smiled knowingly.
“Don’t worry it will be fine.” He soothes and for some reason I believe him.
An anxious sigh escapes my lips as he finishes tying on the blind fold. Just five minutes I mentally encourage. Damion puts both hands on my shoulders and gives a slight push urging me to walk. We walk aimlessly around the gym until we come to a stop. The smell of dust and stale chips hits my nose. Are we under the bleachers? I reach for my blind fold, but Damion’s hand stops me. “Five minutes aren’t up yet.” He whispers close enough to my face I can feel the heat of his breathe.
The pleasant warmth that is so familiar to me today surprises me. Instinctively I wrap my arms around Damion’s neck and pull him closer. He slides his hands from my shoulders to my waist. The warmth slowly makes its way down my neck. It feels like hot chocolate flowing down your throat on a cold winter day, and you can feel it even in your stomach. My hand slides up and down the back of his neck earning a satisfied growl. The loud shrill sound of the buzzer scares me out of our kissing daze. I take off the blind fold and look at Damion who is smiling smugly; I roll my eyes and pull him down to tie the blind fold on him. Carefully I lead us out from under the bleachers back into the crowd of students unnoticed.
We did a couple more exercises then went back into the locker room to change. As I am pulling on my shirt, a light tap on my shoulder beckons me to turn around. Lindsey’s unpleasant face is scowling at me when I turn around. “Can I help you?” I ask not really planning on continuing this conversation.
“What were you doing under the bleachers with the new kid, huh?”
“Not what you’re thinking, because that’s you beloved job.” I say annoyance level rising. She gives a quick fake smile then continues to scowl at me. “Is there something wrong with your face?” I ask turning back around to finish changing, and I hear her walk away with a huff.
When I finish I find everyone and we head out to the gym to wait for the bell to dismiss us to our lunch period. Heather and I are in the middle of a heated conversation about the best flavor of beef jerky is (teriyaki) when the smell of artificial strawberries too close for comfort makes me turn around. Lindsey has her hand stretched out ready to tap on my shoulder with her overly manicured finger. My face immediately turns to disgust on force of habit, but I quickly fix it; not before she has time to see it though.
“Okay I want to settle this now.” She begins with her voice so snobby and self-confident it makes me want to vomit. “Just so you know Damion likes me he just wants to make a good impression on his first day, and if that means making friends with the school’s creepy Goth girl and her weirdo friends then fine by me. We are going to go up to him so he can tell you himself that he only kissed you so I would think he is worthy enough for me.” She orders with a toss of her hair strides over to him.
I look to Caitlin and Zania to make sure that that conversation just happened. They are just as stunned as I was, so I shrugged at them as reluctantly followed her. “I’ve got to see this.” I hear Heather as she follows me.
“Hi Damion” she greets in a high pitched and even more annoying voice.
Damion turns around from the group of football jocks he was talking to. He looks at me confused, and I just roll my eyes at her and shrug.
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