The Player

Brielle

12:32pm

Hurry up!

Football practice was supposed to be out twenty minutes ago, and I had been waiting outside the boy's locker room for them to come in from the football field. My eyes glanced to my watch as my foot began to tap, growing impatient with the team's tardiness.

Now I know how instructor Riley feels.

My ears perked up in attention, hearing the familiar sound of laughing and stomping associated with a football team. Trying to catch Christopher's attention in the crowd, I began waving at him.

"Christopher!" I yelled, before finally making eye contact with him. His eyes grew wide as he looked side to side at his teammates, then began to run towards me.

"Christopher, I need to talk to you about the balle- "

Before I could finish, he cut me off by placing his hand over my mouth. My eyes grew wide as I let out muffled protests into his hand. The hallway got quieter as the football players stared at us, confused at what was happening.

"Why would you talk about ballet in front of my team," he harshly whispered. My protests grew louder as I began to make a scene. "For the love of God Brielle, be quiet!"

"No!" I tried to get out against his hand. "Let me go!"

Panic showed in his eyes as the hallway grew dead silent, all eyes on us. What he did next, I would have never imagined in a million years.

He kissed me.

on mine. The sound of claps and wolf whistles could

his lips off mine, running his hands through his

I lifted my hand and slapped him

what the heck Brielle!" he clutched his cheek, a

I should be asking you, jerk.

it's just a kiss." He shifted his weight onto the door, suddenly becoming bored

tucking a loose piece of hair

me, as his brows knitted in confusion.

down, breaking eye contact as my face grew hot. Apparently, that was

your welcome," he said. "Few people are able to have such a

of himself? His ego might as well have been a balloon

you're sixteen and have never been kissed?

don't want to talk about it!" I shouted, becoming defensive. I tried to regain myself before continuing, not wanting him to have

responded, turning around to

leave. "If you don't do the showcase then you

rolling his

have all the necessary credits from each year, then you can't participate in sports. So, if you don't do the duet with me you'll fail your dance class, and won't be able to play." I crossed my arms, finally feeling

not play then run around with a tutu onstage." He responded, getting ready to leave. "But if you ever need someone to