December 3, 2010
Tick, tock, tick, tock.
I look over at the clock on the wall—three minutes have passed since the last time I looked at it. I glance around the classroom and notice no one else is really paying attention to Mrs. Bishop, our Calculus teacher, as she goes on and on about transcendental functions.
Who the hell is ever going to use this in the real world?
This is the last class before the big pep rally for the football championship game that is being held in Portland. We are set to play Lake Oswego High School and we are the favorite to win this game. There is so much excitement pumping in the air that no one is concentrating on much of anything. Everyone is dressed in our school colors to support our boys.
I glance back over to the clock again, five minutes have passed, though it feels like an eternity. Groaning, I sit in my chair and blow a piece of hair out of my face.
I sigh and Landon Hayes, my boyfriend, chuckles and raises an eyebrow at me, “One might think you were playing in the game tomorrow.”
I turn my head and smile, “I feel like I am.” Landon’s eyes have become an obsession of mine. All he needs to do is give me a look and I melt into a puddle. I shouldn’t because God knows that Landon uses those piercing blue eyes on every girl on this Earth to get what he wants. If it’s not his eyes, it’s his delicious body. He never has a shirt on. An eighteen-year-old should not have a body like Landon does. All the hours that he spends in the gym shows, he’s not huge but he’s got defined muscle in all the right places. Which gives him good reason to walk around without a shirt on.
Landon reaches into his pocket and pulls out a folded piece of paper. He looks up to make sure the teacher has her back towards us before slipping it into my hand. Yeah, he could have texted me but the chance of getting caught is greater and I secretly love the little notes. They’ve been our thing for years. I stare into his penetrating eyes wondering how I got so lucky with a boy like Landon. He’s everything I’ve ever dreamed of, and then some.
With a sly smile, I unfold the small piece of green paper and glance up to make sure I’m not going to get caught. When I know I’m in the clear, I look at the note that simply says, “I love you.”
Grateful now that I touched up my lipstick before class I bring the piece of paper to my lips and kiss it. Landon isn’t watching me, he’s looking straight ahead acting like every once in while he isn’t stealing glances my way. I fold the note back up and place it in his lap leaving my hand on top of his dick for a few extra seconds. He throws me a look, one I know well.
This has become a tradition between us this year. He slips me the piece of paper, I kiss it and then he tucks it into his pants right before game time. Canby is undefeated so far this year, Landon says it’s because of our notes.
Landon shifts his body towards mine but not enough to cause anyone to look his way but enough for me to know that I’m affecting him.
“Don’t start what you can’t finish, Macy.” His breathing is coming in faster. “I’ve warned you before.”
I squirm in my seat remembering just last week when I pushed him too far in gym class.
We were playing baseball out on the back field behind the high school and I was up to bat. I knew Landon was watching me, he always does. He gave me a few pointers on how to hit the ball that Mr. McCoy was throwing. I listened but I also didn’t like being told what to do. I had a few pointers of my own I was about to show him. Right before I was up to bat I rolled my shorts up just a little higher than I normally would have worn them before grabbing a helmet and bat. When I walked up I got into position and heard Landon yell, “Come on, Macy, I know you can do it.”
Oh, I could do it alright. I bent my knees and stuck my ass out knowing I was giving Landon a show as I glanced over my shoulder. Landon was standing there with his mouth hung open; I winked and faced Mr. McCoy. I hit a double on the first try.
Landon was quiet the rest of the game but he watched my every move with dark hooded eyes. When Mr. McCoy called the game and everyone headed for the locker room, Landon had other plans. He grabbed a hold of my arm and dashed behind the dugout.
“Landon,” I said. “What are you doing?”
“Showing you that two can play your game.” Then he slammed his mouth against mine and the rest of the world faded away. We were twenty minutes late for our next class.
Since Landon has a big game tomorrow I didn’t want to distract him anymore than necessary so I move my hand away and place it on my own lap.
Mrs. Bishop turns to look at the clock just as the bell rang. Everyone jumps up quickly as she yells about studying over the weekend for the test on Monday. It was useless really considering no one was paying attention in class. Besides, who the hell assigns homework over the championship football game weekend? She better plan on curving the grades for the majority of the class if she’s expecting any of us to actually crack a book this weekend.