|On the Bleachers
Author: wearingrosecoloredglasses PM
Jess runs into the star quarterback and they really hit it off. With a new friendship formed, can she trust that this is not just an act? And that maybe, for once, someone would take her down from the bleachers, and into the big field.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Friendship - Chapters: 7 - Words: 8,725 - Reviews: 8 - Favs: 10 - Follows: 11 - Updated: 07-29-11 - Published: 05-28-11 - id: 2918728
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New story! Thanks to all who reads and reviews! There will be more than one chapter, and I'm hoping I can rack out my brains for more than three!
"But Emma I don't want to!" I said while she tried to shove lipstick on my face.
I was just studying for my tests, and playing my guitar, like a usual Friday night until Emma bursts in my room, clad in party attire, trying to get me to go to a party with her.
"Come on Jess! You're no fun did you know that?"
"Just leave me alone! I can't stand parties!"
"But I like them so you're coming with me!"
"Okay, okay, fine." She pumped her fist in the air and I rolled my eyes.
"But only on one condition." I paused for dramatic effect.
"I get to choose what I'm going to wear." I loud groan escaped her lips as I readied myself for a long night.
I stepped out of the car and rolled at my eyes at the people who were already drunk, staggering all over the place. Loud music blasted out of the house, and drinks were being passed around. Good Lord it was the middle of winter and girls were dressed in short shorts and strapless shirts! I sure do hope that most clothing companies are given enough fabric to actually cover their costumers.
Emma dragged me into the crowed house while I kept my eye out for a secluded place where I could read my book.
"Jess! This is Tiffany!" I looked forward and found myself looking at Tiffany, the head cheerleader of our school. Blonde hair and everything.
"Omi God! I've like, never seen you before!" She flashed me a really wide grin, and I winced a little.
"Emma, you never told me about her!"
"Yeah I have... You probably weren't listening."
"Hmm yeah, maybe. OH MY GOSH did you hear about Chris?" Tiffany flipped her hair and hooked her arms through Emma's and walked away, chatting about the latest gossip.
I rolled my eyes for the umpteenth time this night and went to go find a place to sit.
As I walked through the house, twice, beer was shoved in my hands and I was pushed down three times.
I approached each door of the house and pressed my ears against it to make sure that no one was in it. Sadly, I found no such room.
After about ten minutes of walking, (Oh yeah, did I mention that this house is colossal?) I reached the last door of the whole house. I noticed that there was no one in this hallway. I wasn't shocked. I was so far away from the rest of civilization.
I pressed my ear against the door and I didn't hear anything. I almost screamed for joy!
I opened the door and my mouth immediately dropped down to the floor.
It was a library! Literally! There were shelves stocked with books on every wall.
I pinched myself to make sure that I wasn't dreaming. A fireplace roared on the other side of the room, and a big, cozy chair was seated next to it. I examined every self on the wall and on one of them, there was a big ladder that moved from side to side.
I gasped and dropped my bag and climbed on the ladder. I pushed off one the shelves and slid from one side of the room to another. I threw my head back and laughed out loud. This is one of the best times I've ever had. I have to thank Emma as soon as the party is over. But I wonder whe-
"AHHHHHHH!" I heard a scream by the door. It made me jump and let go of the ladder.
"AHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed as I braced myself for the hard floor to make contact.
But I didn't feel the hard floor. I just felt a strong pair of arms.
I opened one eye to see who it was and saw a guy looking deliriously at me.
He set me down and looked at me with piercing green eyes.
"What are you doing here? How did you find this room?" "Woahhh calm down there! I just had to get away from that party" I said pointing towards the door.
"Oh. But still, you must have had to walk forever to find this place." "Yeah, I did."
We stood there in an awkward silence.
"So, you like to read?" "How did you infer that?" He pointed to my bag on the floor. "Pride and Prejudice" was sticking out of it.
"Doesn't everyone carry around books?" I replied meekly.
"Not to a party!" He chuckled.
I studied him closely. He looked so familiar but I just couldn't put my finger on it...
"Dylan!" I gasped.
"Um. Yeah. Hi. And who are you?"
"You're the star quarter back!"
"Yes, I am. But why does that matter right now?"
"Because you're the star quarter back! You're supposed to be outside, partying and not in here!"
"And isn't this your house? Emma was telling me something about a quarter back in the car..."
"Yeah, this is my house, but not my party. It's my brother's. I was talking about it to a few friends and Tiffany over heard, and now, it turned out to be like this."
"But still, why are you in your library and not out there?"
"You think this is a library?"
"Well, yeah, I mean, look at all these books!"
"This is my room." He replied.
"THIS?" He laughed again. It was kind of infectious.
"But it doesn't look like a room..."
"That couch in the corner turns into a bed and there's a hidden door on that wall which is my closet."
"You don't really seem like the type-"
"To be a booknerd. Yeah, I get that a lot. Unlike most of the past football players, I'm not a dud."
"Oh! I didn't mean it like that! It's just kind of uncommon." I gestured his hand toward the fireplace and we sat down on the floor.
"I understand. I just don't like parties." he said with a shrug.
"And, I never got your name.?"
"Oh, it's Jess." I extended my hand and he shook it.
"I'm really sorry for not noticing who you were. I don't go out very much, hence, not knowing anybody."
"That's fine! I wish you didn't actually, everybody knows my name, and my title. I don't like being recognized."
"Well, at least you are recognized." I mumbled.
"Trust me, it's better that way."
After a few minutes of mundane chatting, I asked,
"Um. Do you mind if I go on that ladder again?" He laughed at me and I hopped on again.
For the rest of the night, we talked about books, music, annoying cheerleaders, and anything you can think of. He made me laugh, and feel like I belonged somewhere.
"It's getting really late." I said.
"Do you have to go? Are your parents like, super strict?"
"Well, I kind of have to go. Emma doesn't stay at parties for very long. My parents are out of town so they don't really know I'm here."
"Why can't you just stay for a bit more? I'll be forced to go out there!"
"I know, but I really should go."
"Let me walk you out."
As we walked out, I saw Emma waving furiously at me.
"THERE you are! I've been looking for you everywhere! Are you ready to go?"
"Yeah, sure." I turned to Dylan.
"Well, I guess this is goodbye."
"Yeah, I'll talk to you later okay?"
"HA! That's funny. You're probably not going to."
"Yes I will! You are the only person in this whole school that knows more about "The Odyssey" than me!"
"Good night Dylan!" I said as Emma dragged me off.