I frowned, and took Christian's hand. "Look, it's not that I don't like you - this was fun! But my parents are heinous when it comes to me talking to boys." He looked disappointed, so I kissed his cheek hoping to cheer him up. "You're from Greenside. I'll come to the next game we play against you, okay? We'll meet you here after half time, me and Jessica - we'll wait for both of you."
And so, with a few long goodbyes, we parted ways - Junior and Christian went back to the game and Jessica and I skirted the field till we were off of school property and headed back to her house. We were giggly and giddy from the whole experience, and all night we talked and talked about the boys and what we would do when we saw them next. We even went so far as to pick out outfits to wear when we saw them next.
But when the time came to wear those outfits, they didn't show. We were disappointed, but we put it out of our minds easily enough. There were plenty of other boys, after all.
A few years later, during the summer between my Junior and Senior year, Jessica and I worked at a local canoe livery as office girls. The owner, Mike, was a drunk and lecherous old man who hired us, I'm sure, because we wore our bathing suits on slow days and sunned ourselves by the landing. It never bothered us, though, because he never made a pass at us. He was just old and drunk and divorced, and totally harmless.
One particularly scorching Saturday, it was to hot even to lay out and we sat in the office sweating despite the best efforts of the air conditioner. Jessica was on radio, and I had register duty, but it was dead as Good Friday (as Mike would have said) and we had nothing to do.
"I'm gonna go smoke. You got this?"
And so, with a few long goodbyes, we parted ways - Junior and Christian went back to the game and Jessica and I skirted the field till we were off of school property and headed back to her house. We were giggly and giddy from the whole experience, and all night we talked and talked about the boys and what we would do when we saw them next. We even went so far as to pick out outfits to wear when we saw them next.
But when the time came to wear those outfits, they didn't show. We were disappointed, but we put it out of our minds easily enough. There were plenty of other boys, after all.
A few years later, during the summer between my Junior and Senior year, Jessica and I worked at a local canoe livery as office girls. The owner, Mike, was a drunk and lecherous old man who hired us, I'm sure, because we wore our bathing suits on slow days and sunned ourselves by the landing. It never bothered us, though, because he never made a pass at us. He was just old and drunk and divorced, and totally harmless.
One particularly scorching Saturday, it was to hot even to lay out and we sat in the office sweating despite the best efforts of the air conditioner. Jessica was on radio, and I had register duty, but it was dead as Good Friday (as Mike would have said) and we had nothing to do.
"I'm gonna go smoke. You got this?"
