September 9th, 2012
Sigh... English is so boring..., I thought to myself. I my eyes began to feel heavy, and my head was gravitating toward my desk. I rested my head in my hands, and began to doze off.
"Mr. Griffin, wake up..."
"Huh, what?
Foreshadowing?!?"
"Very funny, Braeden. But if you doze off one more time then I'll have you in detention for a week."
"Sorry, Mr. Graham."
"Now, Braeden, can you tell me where the mistake in the sentence is?"
"Yeah," I said disinterestedly,"the guy used the wrong form of the word past. He wrote passed P-A-S-S-E-D instead of P-A-S-T."
"Very good." Mr. Graham said.
The class was really a waste of time for me. I find myself almost bored with my own intelligence in that class because its so simple. Oh well, at least I don't have to try hard, and I can put more effort into my other courses and in sports.
The bell rang, finally, and I was on my way out when Mr. Graham interrupted me.
"Meeting your girlfriend for lunch can wait, Mr. Griffin." He teased, just as my mother did last night. I let it go. Even though everyone in the god d*mn school knows I don't have a girlfriend.
"What's up Mr. G?" I asked.
"Well, I'm running the Homecoming Week this year, and I need you to do me a favor."
I groaned. "What do you need?"
"Actually, its two favors. First of all, we lack funds, and I was wondering if you could get the football team to do a fundraiser."
"Ok, sure, I'm sure the guys are up to that, I mean, it means a day off from practice."
"Alright thank you."
"What's the other favor?"
"Well, this one is a little more, complicated."
"Just spit it out, teach."
"Alright, Alright. Look, I hate to do this, but, my daughter is obviously also a senior here."
"Yes..." I responded hesitantly, half-sure I knew where this was going, and 100 percent sure I didn't like it.
"Well, she doesn't have a date..."
"Oh boy..." I interrupted.
"Please, just hear me out. Can you just take her to the dance, please?"
"Oh, Mr. G, I don't know."
"C'mon, man, please, I beg of you." He implored.
"Teach..."
"Look, I didn't want to do this, but I guess I have too. You know that 89 you have in this class, that you believe should be higher because of that assignment you swear you turned it that was never found?"
"Yeah."
"Well, let's put it this way, you go with my daughter, and that 89 may 'magically' pop up to a 91."
"Teach, I..." I hesistated. I really needed straight A's this semester, and the semester was almost over and this might just be my only opportunity to bring it up. My mom said I can get a new phone if I get all A's, and I'm sick of my little flip phone.
"Well," he questioned, "What do ya say?"
I groaned again, "Fine, I will
ASK,keyword ASK, her. If she says no there is nothing I can do."
"Oh she won't say no, she's absolutely smitten with you." He said, chuckling.
"Wonderful..." I said sarcastically.
"Now, come on, cheer up, let's put it this way, your girl problems are solved now?"
"Teach, man, just, no..." I stalked out angrily.
----At the courtyard for lunch----
"Hey, your names Jamie, right? Jamie Graham?"
"Yeah..." She said shyly.
I admit it, she certainly wasn't
unattractive, but I mean, he had his eyes on this other girl, but that was down the drain now.
"So, I hear you don't have a date for homecoming, I was wondering if you wanted to go with me?"
"OH MY GOD YES!!!" She squealed joyfully.
"Alright," I responded, trying my hardest to sound excited, "So, uhh, I'll pick you up on Saturday night, where somethin' pretty alright." I joked.
She giggled. "Okay. See ya Saturday!" She exclaimed.
I told her my number, so if she needed to we could keep in touch, and then I left.
"Man, this is, sooooooo, weird. I'm annoyed, but happy, but pissed off, but, ohh I don't even know how I feel..." I thought, exasperated with my own confusion. It was only intensified by the proceeding events.
"Hey, Braeden?"
"Yeah?" I said, before realizing who it was. I turned and I saw. It was Bella, the girl who I have been into since my junior year.
"Oh... Uhh, Bella? What's up" I said nervously, and cursed inwardly at how stupid I must have looked stammering through a simple sentence.
"So Braeden, I've sort of been waiting for you to ask me, but I don't think your gonna gather the courage any time soon, so, whatever. I know how you feel about me, Braeden, and I want you to know I feel the same way. Si, will you go to homecoming with me?"
F*CK ME!!!!! I cursed internally at myself, repeatedly, as i paused, came to my senses, and tried to form a thought that could be used to respond.
But before that came, the darkness did.
I blacked out.
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I hope you liked this update. It was fun writing. Now this series, as this post reveals, is not just a sports thing, it's "the life of an athlete" meaning his WHOLE life, off the field and on. This the off the field part. It will contribute back to on the field, as you will see.