His former high school was shutdown from the inside of the school parish six weeks before the semester started, so he was very angry, lonely and confused because his best friend went to a different school than his.
He met her in his first period English class on the first day of classes. He didn’t know who anyone was in the class except one person who went to his old school. She asked his name and he gave it to her, and he did the same.
He was about 6'3 230 pounds, deep voice, dazzling blue eyes and a pretty sick beard. He was very self confident and very positive. She was about 5'9, 130 pounds, in great shape with a great pair of legs (except from the bruises from soccer), and soft, sweet green eyes. She was very giggly and had a voice that could calm a beast down.
They talked every so often outside of class, but not much was really said that meant anything. He had a small crush on her but she didn’t feel the same way, but thought it was really sweet and was flattered. He went to a couple of her soccer games to cheer her and some of his new friends on. As homecoming was coming up, he wasn't planning on going until she asked if he was going to go.
He thought she didn’t have a date and asked her if she would go with him. She said no because she had a tournament up state the same night and couldn’t make it. He felt a little crushed inside but it quickly changed the next day at the first lacrosse meeting. The meeting had got him all pumped up and exited for the season that was still four months away.
Homecoming, Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New year's all went by with the same small talk but it made him want her more. Lacrosse season had finally come around and they started the season off slow with a 1-3 record. As a defenseman this was very frustrating for him, he had a hard time finding pride for the new colors he wore instead of the old ones he loved so much.
He paced on the field for two hours after a tough-to-swallow 19-2 slaughter from a team that was going to win, but it still hurt. He thought everyone had left as he let a slow tear drip from his eye. It slightly smeared his already messy eye black as it ran down his cheek. He heard his name called and new the voice instantly. It had calmed the beast inside of him for only a moment for her to give him a hug. They talked for an hour until it got dark and they walked to their separate cars.
The next game came and she was there. He wanted to put on a show for her but the game took a turn for the worse. One of his teammates was cheap shot and had to be carried off the field. This unleashed a monster inside of him and he went off. He had found his pride, not for the name on the front of the jersey, but the love for a friend.
The game was tied with 30 seconds left. The other team had a fast break and as one of them threw the ball, he landed a bone crushing hit that knocked the other team's middy on his ass. All of the sudden he saw the ball in front of him and he scooped it up and high tailed it. He shot the game winning goal, and won the cheers and praises of his team. He wondered if she saw it and when he looked up into the bleachers, she was nowhere to be found. He went home a little crushed, but happy at the same time.
Lacrosse season was going great with them 12-3 with the number two overall seed. He was as cocky as ever. So cocky that it pissed off the coaches and some of the team. The team coasted through the playoffs and the normal school day was getting shorter and shorter. As the championship game rolled around, the school was in a frenzy. The news came out with the all conference players and he was one of them. She came up and gave him a hug for the big news. She asked him if she could wear his away jersey since the number one team lost. She looked amazing at the game, so good it was almost distracting. She was wearing a short jean skirt, a pair of flip-flops and his jersey tied in a knot to show off her amazing lower torso.
As the game went on, she cheered and he played until he made another bone crushing hit. The whole stadium was in awe as he went off for the penalty. As the other teams player limped off, all he could hear was, " HEY, 29, YOU FUCKED HIM UP".
He couldn’t help but laugh. They won the championship and he was so happy he had tears in his eyes. He jumped the gate to meet the cheering fans and got hugs and high fives from many people. He looked for her but found her friend with his jersey saying she had to leave. He felt crushed after a big win, yet again.
As prom was rolling around, he had no date yet and asked her friend if she had a date yet. She said they where both going together because she had just recently broken up with her boyfriend (the team's all conference goalie). He could see the honesty in her eye, so he excepted it like a man.
Prom night, what a night. Everyone was dressed up and looked damn good. He had a black shirt, black vest, black pants, white tie, and a white jacket with a red rose. He and his friends went with the 'Godfather' look and pulled it off very well. As her limo pulled up, she was the last to get out. She looked stunning. She had a yellow strapless dress that hugged her body very well. They both hugged and she said sorry for missing the last bit of the game. She played for an indoor soccer team and had to leave for Rhode Island for a tournament (he knew it was legit because he watched her play a couple games for the team).
Prom went on and he sat through the slow dances because he had no date.