My Favorite Time Of The Year

The smell of fresh cut grass radiated through the air as friends began our last trot onto the field as teammates. The season seemed like it would never end, but none of us would have traded it for anything in the world. Early mornings and upsettingly late nights had all culminated in this one moment. It had been four years since we had first taken the field together as one unit, but as “all good things,” it had to come to an end. A light summer breeze blew across the field, kicking up small dust tornados that danced with ferocity and then vanished.

Girls perch on the tables like exotic birds gossiping and giggling, a football fly’s above their heads between two jocks in varsity jackets parading their toned muscles. Groups of high schoolers sit around the room laughing. Weekend has arrived and the hallways of the school were filled with tons of kids ready to go home. Every ear filled with the sound of multiple conversations going off at once, lockers opening and closing, music blasting without. I had managed to push past the constant stream of children and to the school field. The grass was damp and covered in a thin layer of frost. As I walked my footprints were embedded, leaving a piece of me in the cold ground. I saw my friends faraway chattering and fooling around. I was stuck in the wrong crowd; they are nothing like me but somehow I am still friends with them. I slowly made my way up to my “so called friends”.

The game would start promptly at seven and for the first time in our school history there was going to be a packed house. Alumni returned home for the big event and people took the day off from work to through tailgating parties and had most of the school busses canceled. There was little need with parents already at the school and dinner would be a group activity. I wasn’t left out of the festivities and had helped Mrs. McGuire prepared enough food that had me drooling and losing my appetite at the same time. I had hoped my parents would show up, but I knew that was impossible. There was one thing above all that gave me the biggest hint how wonderful that Friday was going to

I glanced to my left and caught my reflection in the mirror. He was smiling. I was smiling. I felt a tingle go down my back and closed my eyes. The guy pulled out of me and came in my hair.

My arms snaked their way around his back, and I fell asleep to the sound of his voice, and the feeling of his hand tangled in my hair.

"Still! Stop!" You wrapped the towel around you and he put his around his hips. He leaned in and kissed you chastely. His lips took you to what you think heaven probably feels like, his fingers running absent mindedly across your jaw and you both feel like you're in the clouds. He leaned out and smiled really big.

Then, as the last girl passed through, everyone went back to their places. I sucked in a rasped breath as I pushed the red, thick steel lunch room doors. With my hair covering the front of my face like a funeral veil, I examined the hard, smooth marble floors as I shuffled through the sea of shoes until I reached the wall. A hush fell over the crowd as the principal came strolling in. He started giving a speech about the school dance this Friday, yet I drowned him out. Today was January twenty-seventh, Stella’s birthday. I could not hold it in anymore as I sank against the wall, silently letting all the sorrow and despair flow out of me. Two pink sneakers came to rest on the glazed marble floors. “Well, do you not want to join us?” questioned a clipped, sickly sweet voice. Willing myself to raise my head, I slowly brought my eyes up. She was wearing a short checkered skirt with a navy blue collared shirt. I met the girl’s eyes. A shocking electric blue. “Well, are you going to answer me or not?” she asked again. “Um...sure…” I replied, mesmerized by the amount of makeup the girl had on. I felt hands on my shoulders as her crew pulled me to my feet. I stared at the floor the whole time until I reached the designated “popular”

He’s a real man, I thought to myself. He had on some black and navy shoes that match his outfit, so in all he was handsome. His chocolate skin that were cover in tattoos had me licking my lips every second, as my lips kept getting dry. His muscles had my legs going weak as I wanted to go over to him and let him have his way with me. I accidently lick my lips letting him see in the process and that form a smirk on his

Every part of my body was oozing with a hot sense of lust. Just the mere feeling of a fingertip sliding down my abdomen caused an amatory sensation that made my heart pound, my breath sharp, and my nerves tingle in excitement.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?Have we met before?” he said looking at me very confused.

It was a cool, beautiful October night, and the air smelled like freshly burned leaves. I just got done filming the Saydel @ East Marshall game, and boy was it a game! The Saydel Eagles Football team just defeated East Marshall 21-12 to finish out their season. The game was over, and all of the players and fans were having a blast celebrating the win. Hands were flying, and voices were roaring. The football players headed back to the locker room to change. Once they were done changing, they all loaded the bus, and we started to head back to Saydel High School. This was an unusual night for me, because I rode the pep bus home rather than riding in the school van with the coaches. I didn’t think too much about it, and I just got on the bus

The first thing I noticed when I entered into the now cloudy light outside was how cold it was; too cold to be May. I was brought out my thoughts by soft sobs and remembered the task at hand: getting Sally back to her dorm. The first challenge was getting past the frisbee team practicing on the quad, so grabbing Sally by the hand, I pulled her over to the back of Straus and sat behind a tree in the damp grass in excruciating silence. I finally asked, “Hey, Sal? Could you tell me what’s going on?” She screamed, which in the wide open quad inducing some of the frisbee players to glance over, curious as to what was going on. I immediately grabbed Sally’s hand and made her take deep breaths. She leaned back on the tree and sighed, calming down a bit. Eventually we walked down the long path past the flagpole and the chapel, through the Hallowell passage, and to Sally’s dorm. She opened the door of her dorm, and we walked down the long hallway to her room. I made Sally sit down on her bed and take three deep breaths while I got a glass of water. We sat in silence for what seemed like an eternity.

“What is your name?” he asked, causing me to look at him once more. My eyes were, yet again, drawn straight to his.

Walking in quietly I saw him trying to pick outfits. With his dirty blond hair and his beautiful blue eyes I could stair at him all day. "What can I do for you my sir?" I said realizing that I had been staring.

I can see my reflection in the dark lenses of his sunglasses. My eyes wider than wide. He waits, the corners of his mouth fighting a smirk. And when I see that smile – that smirk – I remember.