Summers & Winters: 2013

"You're just a mystery I'm trying to figure out. Like a little puzzle. Except I only get one piece at a time. The wait in between every piece just makes me want the next one even more."

- Mitch

When we get to the creek I jump out of the car and run into the water. I’m so excited I almost forget to take off my clothes. My hair flows with the wind and I feel like Pocahontas singing under the willow tree. The only difference is that I’m not singing and I’m wearing a sexy bikini. Mitch has never seen me like this before and I am determined to burn the image of me in this bikini into his head. He is driving me insane with his clothes on so hopefully this will even up the playing field. Nothing says sexy like a bikini. I usually only wear bikini's at all girl parties because I'm somewhat uncomfortable wearing one in front of boys. I always think they're staring at me. Today that is the point, to get Mitch to notice me. And this, I’m sure will do the trick.

- Heather's thoughts

"Yes, all of it," I continue to look up towards the sky, "the nature, the beauty of it all, you." Oh no did I just say that out loud? Great! Now he's going to know am into him and run like I'm the plague.

- Heather

"Well all this food is sure to solve the hunger problem," Mitch states turning his attention from the grill to me. I’m not sure if he saw me get into the water earlier, but I know that he’s seeing me now. I walk slowly enough that the sunlight reflects off of every water droplet that’s trickling down my smooth, tan skin. I can feel his eyes on me, but it doesn't freak me out. I have a strange sense of confidence around him that I don't have with anyone else. I’m not even worried about Sammy or Brian looking at me because all I have on my mind is Mitch. And in this moment I know that I’m the only thing on his mind and it feels amazing. I slowly scrunch my dripping wet hair as I begin walking towards him. He doesn't move, just stares. I look down at the ground every once in a while to ease the sexual tension that’s building between us.

Sydney is different, but in a good way, like me and my friends back home. She’s very eccentric slash Goth, but preppy and sweet at the same time. She reminds me of Amy Lee from Evanescence in the way she dresses with a dark black tutu, but more like Avril Lavigne with her bright, punk top. Her voice and attitude is upbeat and perky. Her “weirdness” is really cool. She is definitely original. She is herself and she won’t change for anyone. All of this I can tell within minutes. I guess that makes me a good judge of character, or a really good stereotype-r.

Sydney demonstrates some moves and everyone begins to practice them. I can instantly tell who has experience and who does not. Some of the girls catch on quickly while others struggled the whole afternoon. I’m bored. I already know all of the moves. I practice along with everyone else so that I don’t seem conceited. During breaks I help some of the girls that struggle. Christine is my favorite. She is a slightly bigger girl, but has an amazing smile. She stands out to me not because of her size but because of her beauty and personality. She is so happy that it’s contagious to everyone around her. I want her to be on the team. She would be so kind and inspirational. The only thing that worries me is that she struggles. She isn’t bad; she just isn’t very good either. But I can see that she really wants to be on the team and that she will try her best if given the chance.

People start to look nervous again when Kayla shouts, “That means get in ranks.” Kayla reminds me of a wannabe. She wants people to think she’s in charge but she isn’t. She seems bossy. I don’t mind the thought of her not being on the team. Contrary to the way I would have things she is second in command. Great and the drama begins!

“And just who made you the judge?” Kayla criticizes. “No one needs you to act like you run this thing. Sydney and I can take care of that, and what makes you even think you’re guaranteed a spot.” Kayla says pointing her skinny little finger in my face. I want to smack it out of my face, but I’m not giving her the satisfaction of knowing that she’s annoying me. “There are 7 girls who were on the team last year and there are 15 girls trying out, and only 10 spots. What makes you think you’re going to get one?”

“Not to step all on your turf, Kayla,” I say defensively taking a dominant step forward to show her who can really be a threat, “but I never did say I was going to make it. Everyone’s fighting for their spot, even you and I’m not trying to run anything.”

“Yeah well we’ll see about that,” says Kayla with a sassy attitude that makes me want to punch her as we go our separate ways. Drama! Drama! Drama! Where’s the theatre?!

I make my way up the hill and see a football helmet come into view. His movements are heavy and slow. Parts of his practice jersey are sticking to him. Mud is on his knees and various parts of his uniform though it hasn’t rained for days. He removes his helmet as the sun highlights his sweat beaten face and unkempt hair. It feel like I’m in a movie when I looked at him; he, being the main character and me the one pawning after him. But unlike the movies I get the guy without the competition.

“Ladies, ladies, I’d like to introduce an addition, Stacey Overstreet.” Sydney announces as Stacey stands at her side with a purple practice flag wearing itty bitty cheerleading shorts and a form fitting tank top that makes her boobs look like they’re suffocating and longing for air. I feel sorry for the women in the 1800’s that had to wear corsets they could hardly breathe in, but Stacey has a choice. I’m suffocating just looking at them. Let them breathe for crying out loud. They look like they’re about to burst out of her shirt. Some of the football players, on their way to the practice field, watch in anticipation for such a thing to happen and whistle as they walk. Stacey gives a polite wave and the boys continue on, but not before one of them trips on a crack in the sidewalk. I guess that will teach him to focus on where he’s going instead of at Stacey boobs. I can’t say I blame him though they’re so out there that they’re hard to miss. It’s like noticing someone’s fly in unzipped and not being able to focus on anything else. “For those of you that don’t know,” Sydney continues clearly agitated at everyone’s attention being shifted to the boy that had tripped. “Stacey was on the team with me our freshman year. Now she’s decided to tryout this year. With that being said, let’s start marching,” Sydney commands and order is reestablished amongst the group.

“Well aren’t you the male expert,” comments Roxy with a snide expression.

“Well I am a guy.” James declares.

“Yeah, but isn’t it a little different with gay guys?” Roxy asks.

“I wouldn’t know. I’ve never been gay.” We all give him questioning glances. We all just assumed he was gay since he was on the flag team.

“It’s ok, we’ll accept you,” nudges Roxy.

“Really, I’m not gay. I just like flag.” James tries to convince us.

“Prove it,” Chelsea demands.

“Ok!” entertained by the notion, he turns to Roxy and kisses her - like really kisses her. It takes us all by surprise. She goes to slap him, but winds up indulging him instead. Afterward she is breathless.

“Wow, definitely not gay!” Roxy confirms letting out a deep breath.

“So now that that’s settled, Roxy do you wanna go to the Halloween dance with me?” Everyone looks at them in wonderment. James is not gay, and apparently he’s into Roxy. This comes as a shock to all of us.

“After that kiss? How could I say no?” She grins as he leans back with victory - classic.

If I'm going to do something, I'm going to be sincere about it.

- Heather

"I wouldn't worry Kayla. It's not like she can screw it up anymore than you normally do."

- Heather

"Well, aren't you the know it all?" Kayla says grimly.

"According to my report card, I wouldn't say that's too far from the truth." I repute.

“We have come a long way since tryouts guys. We’ve come together as a team. We’re a team that doesn’t give up, not on ourselves, and not on each other. We have all learned how to forgive each other for our mistakes.” I look over to Stacey. “And we know how to bring it. So let’s bring it! Forrest has won first place in every competition this year, but they’re not like us. They’re not a family like we are. Let’s show them what it’s really like to be on a team! Let’s win this thing!” I shout with a fist pump.

- Heather

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