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Photo Bomb:
Chapter 7
Only to have the trainer
barge in with another player on a stretcher before our lips could
meet. "Ugh fml." I mutter; Chris puts a finger to my
lips to quiet me. The trainer, his dad, the doctor and athletic
director all thought we were sleeping. We both stiffen up as we
heard their conversation focus on us.
"She’s cute." remarks Doctor Jaymes "what
can you tell me about her?" Joe mentions that I’m on
both the swim team and softball team was in all honors and I
maintained a solid 3.8 GPA. Dr. Voyght added that I had knee
problems and dealt with a dislocation which is what he thought
Chris had suffered with his ankle. Mr. Thomas the athletic
director mentioned that I was going to East on a softball
scholarship, and that I wanted to be either an orthopedic doctor
or an athletic trainer. Dr. Gary Jaymes smiled an approving smile
my way that I saw through the mask of hair that was hiding my
face from view.
"So how long before we should wake them up?" Joe was
looking at Doctor Jaymes for an answer.
"10 minutes let's get G back down to the game and by
then the game should be over. Honestly though this amazes me,
I've never seen Christian this- this, open about his feelings
for a girl before. He's mentioned her a lot lately, which is
different for him. I'm glad he chose to act like this with
her." They all quickly exited with G and left Chris and I
alone again. I felt him leaning in for a kiss but avoided it by
moving closer to him and resting my forehead on his shoulder. He
wraps his arms around me, but I feel him sigh so I look up with a
questioning look.
"I'm just sad that in a few minutes you're going to
leave and I'm going to have to go to the hospital without
you, and what if I'm not at school on Monday? I don't
know when I'm will get to see you again." I realized
what he was saying was true.
“You’re right we have no classes together. I think we
have one or two lunches together. But other than that with you
have football and I have swimming. We are barely going to see
each other and no offense but how can I be sure you aren't
going to ignore me in school and pretend nothing happened.”
I added the last part to see what his response would be.
"Look I'm going to be out for at least two weeks at the
next home game which is in two weeks instead of being on the
sidelines with the team I'll hang out with you. I've
always wanted to watch a high school football game, and not have
pads on. I already told you I'm not going anywhere. You heard
my dad I can't not show how much I like
you."
"Okay one last thing, where do we uhm stand you know like
status wise like what are we?"
"I don't know what do you want to
be?"
"Okay I hate to keep saying this but I don't really know
where you stand with me you just said you just broke up with your
girlfriend and I don't want to be just another rebound for
you. I mean look at you, your Christian Jaymes! Then look at me
I'm just another girl who goes to school with
you."
"Ok I see where you are coming from but still I have no idea
where that leaves us. Also just because my name is Christian
Jaymes doesn't mean I'm not an ordinary guy. I'm
going to like who I want and no one is going to change my
mind." He pulls me closer wraps his arms tightly around me
and kisses my forehead I smile as I realize that it was the first
time that he actually admitted out loud that he likes
me.
"I think we should just see how things go for awhile. Not
like pretend nothing happened because obviously there were at
least 200 witnesses. But let's just keep things low profile.
So nobody thinks that we are more than friends. Does sound okay
to you?"
"That sounds like a really good idea. Wait do you still want
me to hang out with you at the football
game?"
"Of course I want to hang out with you! Oh uhm yeah when I
say nobody thinks we are more that friends, I mean nobody. That
means no telling Omar, or Tucker, and definitely not Walker.
Okay?"
"Kay got it hahaha yeah Walker has the biggest mouth in our
school hands down." "Well I'm gunna be going now
because I got to get back to the field parking lot (We share a
field with a school next door to us) so my mom doesn't freak
out on me." "Okay, wait let me give you my number? So
we can talk you know? Like friends do.” He winks
at me, but I'm too busy thinking about what he just
said.
“Yeah sure, but don’t you want my number too?”
He looks down at his hands clearly testing my reaction to his
response.
“I never deleted your number Mari; remember last year when
we used to talk? Yeah well I never deleted it because I always
hoped you would talk to me again.” He was mumbling, this
was the first time I ever saw him act shy
before.
Photo Bomb Chapter
6:
I looked at him and rolled my eyes
and pressed my lips together to try and hide my smile.
"Ok fine where do you hurt?" my eyes widened as a sly
grin spread across his face
"everywhere"
"Well tell me where you hurt the most and we will go from
there"
"My legs are hurting for obvious reasons" I kissed him
on his mid calf sock on his right leg and very very gently on his
left injured leg.
"Ok now where?"
"My stomach since I haven't eaten since breakfast."
I had a bag of sour patch watermelons in my pocket so I gave them
to him and leaned down pausing for a second when I realized he
was still shirtless before kissing him. On his six pack abs.
"Still hurting?"
"Yeah my heart is hurting because my team is losing." I
place my lips right on his chest where I can hear his heart
beating.
"Any where else hurting?"
"Yeah my arms are aching to hug you." I grabbed his
hand and squeezed it, leaned down and kissed both his biceps, he
was flexing I could totally tell.
"Still hurting?"
"Yes my face." I kiss his nose, and then both his
cheeks, chin, and neck. Not kissing his lips on purpose.
"All better?"
"No you missed a spot." Chris pouted his lips at
me.
"Oh where?"
"You know where."
"No I don't tell me where so I can make you feel better.
I want you to feel better." I added the last part quietly, I
don't know why it was like Chris was making me shy.
"Actually no I feel a lot better. Is anything hurting you?
I'll make you feel better the same way you made me feel
better." he slid over on the bed and patted the empty space
on it. "Come and lie down Mariana everything will be
better... Once I fix things." I gave in and layer down.
Chris immediately wrapped his arm around me.
"My knees hurt."
"Why?"
"What do you mean why?"
"You have to give a reason just like I did."
"Ok fine." I sigh "my knees hurt because they
always do." he leans over and kisses both my knee caps.
"My stomach hurts because I gave you my sour patch." he
reaches into his bag and hands me a power bar. Leans down and
kisses my tank top covered stomach.
"Now where?"
"My head hurts because I'm worried about you." he
looks at me smiles and kisses me sweetly on the forehead.
"My neck hurts because I'm worried about what is going
to happen to us after today." Chris picks his head up and
looks into my eyes
"I'm not going anywhere no matter what happens the only
way I'm going to leave you is if you tell me to leave."
his voice had become so low and serious it was almost gruff. He
leaned over and kissed my neck, I sighed.
"What?" he picked his head up again with a look of
concern on his face.
"I'm just scared of what people are going to think and
how are we going to make this work."
"Look Mariana everything will work itself out. Don't
worry bout that, and as for what people think. So what? It's
none of their business. The only people whose business this is,
is ours. Now stop pouting your lips at me like that."
"Chris?"
"Yeah?" he rolls over on his side to face me and I do
the same thing.
"My lips hurt from pouting so much can you fix them?"
he looks at me, smiles, and rolls his eyes a little. He leans in
slowly he closes his eyes and I close mine.
Photo Bomb Chapter
4:
I look up and Chris’s best
friend Walker is standing next to the cart. I jump back but Chris
catches my hand and wraps his arm around my waist, and pulls me
closer in fact he was pulling me so close I thought he was going
to pull me into the cart with him. He reaches out and grabs
Walker's hand with his free hand. Walker was looking at Chris
like he lost his other half. I started to pull away so they could
be alone but Walker notices and his head snaps
up
"Nope you are staying right where you are." Chris looks
at me with this heart wrenching, pleading look and pulls me back
even tighter so that I am sitting on the edge of the cart. His
arm is so long that it wraps completely around my waist. Walker
eventually suggests that Chris should take off his pads so that
he wouldn't be so uncomfortable. I take a few steps back to
give Walker some room. I turn back to the game when I get smacked
in the face with a jersey; it was
Chris's.
“Uh wtf am I supposed to do with this? Walker looks at me
like I'm an idiot
"Put it on. Duh" I roll my eyes and throw it on over
the tank top I’m wearing. Chris looks over at me in his
jersey which easily resembles a dress on me, and smiles; it's
the first smile I’ve seen on him since he had gotten
injured. I smile back only to realize not only had he taken his
pads off but he had also taken his under armor shirt off. He
reaches his arms out clearly wanting me to come back over. I
hesitate wondering if I should.
"Please, I need you here." the way he says made me want
to run back over that very second but I needed some answers
first.
"Why me? Why not some other girl? There are at least 80 here
in the stands alone who are dying to be in my
position."
"Yeah I know." He smirks at the thought of
that.
“Wow ego much?”
“Hey! You pointed it out in the first
place.”
"Ok yeah you have a point but still why
me?"
"You seem to ignore the fact that everyone is staring, you
have been in this kind of pain before, and you look cute in my
jersey." I turn towards the game for a second to hide my
smile 'he thinks I’m cute' I think to myself. Then
I kind of shrug and walk over to him. The moment I get within his
reach his fingers hook into one of my belt loops and drags me as
close as he can get me to him. So now my chest is pressed against
Chris -who is shirtless- whose VERY muscular arm is wrapped
around my waist and hooked into my belt loop so that I
couldn't get away even if I wanted to. The first half had
just ended, but now everyone was focused on Chris and I and they
had nothing to distract them. Chris knew it; he was whispering
frantically in my ear.
"Just look at me and only me, please don't walk away,
please just stay here. Please don't leave, just look at me
and you won't see them." I wasn't planning on saying
no I mean what was I going to do if I did walk away? Face all
those people by myself I'm sorry but I have enough sense not
to do that. So I stayed and kept looking at him and
whispering
"It'll be okay don't worry everything will be
fine." sadly in a way I was saying these things more for
myself than for him I had to convince myself that nothing bad
would happen.
16 years ago
today,
I was
born, and I was adopted, my mother made the hardest decesion of
her life to give up this little girl whom she barely knrew, she
made the ultimate sacrifice of carrying around my weight and then
giving me up because she wanted a better life for
me
Mommy I love you whoever you are, I
thankyou for making the painful decesion to give me up because
you knew it would be best for me. And even though I have never
met you i respect you for your decesion.
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♥
Photo Bomb: chapter 3
"Oh sh** no it's going to be "Omar or Christen
next." I texted Joe and shot him my theory. His response
was: yeah ik let's hope neither of them gets hurt too
seriously. Chris and Omar were really connecting on their passes.
Every play made me more and more concerned for their safety.
After a few plays the inevitable happened next play changed
everything. Chris got the snap. It was a little high, Omar was
double covered, and Chris had no other options except to run with
the ball. Five guys from Burton chased him and tackled him. They
got up fast though. Too fast. Chris was screaming bloody hell.
Grabbing his left leg.
"Oh no oh no oh no oh no." I was about to throw myself
over the fence when Joe yelled to me
"Wait at the gate. We are going to need you to open it to
let the cart through." I held my ground. But I was bouncing
on my toes waiting to hear the diagnosis. Joe and the school
doctor, doctor Voyght drove Chris off the field and through the
gate on the cart and left him there to go check on
Janson.Voyght turned back and
looked at Chris
"If you want to know anything about leg injuries talk to
Mariana she is one of my most frequent patients." Vought
looked at me and motioned to go over to him. I shook my head. No
way was I going to go over there! Chris never talks to me. Ever.
Doc gave me a look that made his point clear- go over there and
comfort our only hope for getting into the state tournament. Now.
- I looked at Bianca for guidance; she just nudged me closer to
him. I sighed and walked over to the grimacing guy. I didn't
know what to say. So I decided to start with the
obvious.
"I saw the hit, it wasn't pretty." Chris looked up
and gave me look that was a mixture of agony and
shock
"What did doc mean when he said talk to you about leg
injuries?"
"I've had like six different ones. Some have healed
others still occasionally bother me. But yours looked like
it's going to be a short recovery." I gingerly patted
his shoulder.
"Thanks"
Chris’s voice was thick so I looked down and for the fist
time I realized he was crying. Christian then grabbed my hand off
his shoulder and proceeded to hold it. I heard Bianca choking on
her Dr. Pepper behind me. I was mentally screaming due to the
fact that the QB of the football team was holding my hand and not
to disregard the fact that he is super cute and Mr. Popular in my
school. I pulled away and turned around to face the field, but
stayed next to the cart. I thought Chris had grabbed my hand out
of pain, so I was shocked when he grabbed my hand again! I moved
a little closer so he didn't have to stretch so much and I
felt him rest his head on my arm. Just then I saw someone else go
down for East. Chris and I groaned, but I noticed no one else
seemed to. I gasped in horror as I looked to the stands to find
every single person in them was starring at Chris and I. Holding
hands. Interlocking finger style. I felt tears running down my
arm. I turned to look down at Chris he looked up at me and had
this odd look on his face and his eyes showed so much gratitude
for staying with him. I feel something inside of me change. I
feel compassion towards him, my heart takes over my reason and
ont caring that everyone is staring I bend down and hug him.
His head rests on my shoulder and I feel his free arm wrap around
my waist. We stay like that until I hear someone clearing their
throat.