homerun part #132 after hanging out in his room a little, he

homerun
part #132

 

after hanging out in his room a little, he decided to drive me home. well my mom more demanded me home, so he was forced.  but i still kept his clothes on.
"when do you want these back?" i asked.
"i don't." he smiled.
"okay good." i laughed, as i walked out the front door.  when we got to my house, he got out of the car.
"you know i really don't need to be walked in.  i'm a big girl."
"i wanted to say bye." he frowned. "seeya tomorrow i guess." he turned around, but i stepped in front of him and our lips met, and we shared a passionate kiss for a moment.
"bye." i smiled, breathlessly.
"that's what i call a goodbye." he smiled, and pecked my lips before he walked to his car. i laughed and went inside, and said hi to my parents and went upstairs and showered.  i logged on facebook and i was tagged in a new album.  it was one of blake's from the beach, it was one of me and pat on the beach.  he had already liked it, of course, and there were a few comments.  a few random girls from our grade saying "cute" and stuff like that. i had my glasses in my hair, and pat was holding me tight.  i decided to prof pic it, and then i fell asleep studying.  i woke up the next morning with the same routine, and i put on our soccer rugby shirts and a pair of jeans and flip flops.  i put my hair in a ponytail and left some pieces hanging, and went downstairs to make toast with nutella.  i was running late and delaney had already left. i grabbed pat a yogurt and a plastic spoon, and walked out to the driveway, where he pulled up his silver volvo.
"morning." i smiled, as i got in the passengers seat.
"morning." he smiled, and pecked my lips.
"yogurt okay?"
"yea thanks babe." he said and reversed out of my driveway.  we had a game today, one of the last of the season, but we already knew our seed in the playoffs, because we'd done considerably well in the season.  it should be an easy win.
"hey babe, i'll stop by your game after practice today." pat volunteered.
"you don't have to, they're not that good."
"but i wanna watch you." he joked.
"of course you do. i play defense, it's not that interesting." i said, this was my argument several times to get him not to watch.
"yes, it is.  because you're playing it." he said.
"you make me nervous, like i'm gonna wiff it, or someone will run by me."
"but i know you wont."
"but i make mistakes." i argued.
"devon.'' he looked at me, and i did the same. "i am coming to your game today, whether you like it or not." i smiled.
"whatever." i said, and he pulled into his spot at school.  on the way to the lockerroom he ate his yogurt, and i put my stuff away.  school was boringly, uneventful, and the day passed somewhat quickly, and we were already warming up for our game. 
"white" marwood yelled, and signaled me over.
"yea?" i asked when i ran over.
"how are you feeling?" he asked. rosta was standing right behind him.
"i'm good.  not really anymore headaches." i said, and looked between the two of them. "i have my concussion guard on, i'll be fine."
"i just don't want you to hurt yourself." he said, and pulled his glasses up.  "listen white, i know what happened.  blake filled me in on everything.  this is serious.  you had memory loss, you must've hit your head hard." he said, and i looked down.
"yea, i know."
"i want you for the pack valley game.  no doubt in my mind.  but i don't want you to get hurt at a trivial one like this." he said, and looked at me.
"i understand." i said.
"it's nothing against you.  you work hard.  i just don't want anything to happen today that would jeopardize that."
"no i get it.  i agree."
"you can go finish warming up, but i don't wanna overwork you." he said.
"thanks marwood." i smiled.
"no problem." he said, and i ran over to finish warming up