A Virgin For The Player

l

nsure why. It's not like I'm mean—quite the contrary, I'

back in mid

ople called out names to form their t

the person choosing for their team would finally relucta

rson most people f

this will

hands and neck are covered in a cold sweat as I walk

no longer be weak

d become a new woman! Here is to a

I thou

as it seems. The second I walk insid

this earth to torment me. Tall and imposing. Nathan sit

sweeps dow

walking daydream: beautiful and an athlet

ely built for the sport he plays, hockey. Broad shouldered

ring him like th

ear

fore graduating. I still remember how he used to steal the

awing, saying, "Wow, perhaps

an, so d

on that followed after that. Everyone called

to my spot, but when those ice blue eyes meet

with s

u

itely remembers me, but there aren't any emotio

ks away. And that's how my first reunion wit

yet my heart is still cl

retty and leans close to his ear, whispering lou

Nathan's friend, says. "I h

ing about me. They aren't very secretive

he sh

ng you, it's t

's ra

car

she be a do

g next to him swats her hand as if to dismiss the raci

till be so mean in college. My heart is aching,

used to call her

if she sti

gh, he doesn't even respond to his f

ved on from his

can't stand here li

friends, hoping they won't notice my

e room where my introduct

r freshmen there, and I make it in

chedule, information about important dea

inutes. I'm now free to head home. I don

es to stand on edge. Next to my tiny red Fiat borrowed from

and smoking

hat do

h myself for being a coward. My mom always preaches, "You have to f

oesn't s

ll

yet I still walk over to

adows, like the wolf ready to slaughter the lamb. His shadow fa

ep voice alone got the bloo

anage to ans

r. "A red Fiat— how fi

ce blue eyes— perfect bone structure and stubble. He is beautiful and smells lik

ar..." I'm not sure why I felt the

robably knowing I'm nervous. I bet he f

up

asy to find p

ation? I can't tell what his

sed it's st

my ribcage. "What is

se cars of

ying to

glaring at him. "Mine works

eyes as if he likes gettin

anything else, but he does, however, keep his eyes on me. It make

just stand

arette. "Should you really be smoking?" I ask

my eyes on Nathan's face for too long without feeling

hy to speak or look at m

h

ect a follow

lips. "

es

ent as I mumble. "Smoking

s his face.

ah.

g more than one package a da

ld you do that? You should quit your smoking

rey?" "No, I'm just..." I take a deep breath. "Just d

shame, Nathan. You wi

moking is a stu

in; it's like som

moving over me as if processing my words. It makes me break

over, but I decide to walk forward

formidable chest and a pair o

k

and way taller

face him. His lips part."Is Alice Grey

N

step back. "It sounded like it... I wonder wh

eyes roam over my face. He stands too close, inches

t your

important?

won't leave mine.

oat ru

han's handsome features. It gets worse the longer I stay silent

yone b

uy I feared f

ntire school call me Picasso. I

Nathan wan

y have a way with words, Grey," Nathan deadpans,

ugh, before Nathan climbs in, his eyes travel to mine again.

h

n looking at

nemy drive away without

same spot, trying to calm down my hea

e, it seems this year won't mean a new future. I will still be the

lege? Because most of all, I would ne