couches with each chime of the doorbell. Kind of like Trick-or-Treat on Halloween night. Seeing the first few kids dressed up is always exiting and then.... not so much. Then you spend the rest of your time waiting for the dawdlers so you can get on with your night. First arrival, Dean Reynolds, a Junior on the basketball team. Before we can even get to the door to let him in, Dean has his face pressed to the glass and is peering in.
What. A. Weirdo . Didn't his mother teach him any manners?
I throw open the door unceremoniously.
"What's up Dean." More of a statement, less of a question.
"Not a whole lot, not a whole lot." He looks around nodding his head, taking in the foyer. "Start a new job this Thursday, so I guess I shouldn't say nothings up, right? Right?" His voice elbows me in the ribs. Like, 'yuck yuck let's share a chuckle.' Only I don't chuckle.
But Jenna does.
For real Jenna ?
Politely I ask "Oh yeah, where at?"
"I'll be flipping burgers at Bub's Grill. The pay is shit but I need a job that's flexible with my practice schedule." He shrugs.
"Yeah, I can imagine," Jenna says. "You guys are having a great year. I'm surprised you even have a job."
"My dad said he'd kick my ass if I sat around scratching my balls when I didn't have practice, so it's not like I had much of a choice." Dean's eyes are roaming around the room and it looks like he's casing the joint. Suddenly his phone beeps and he immediately pulls it out like his life depends on it, flips it open and begins texting.
Great. Weird and rude. What a pleasant combination.
We're spared from any further conversation by the arrival of Kayla McQueen: Volleyball star.
"Hey guys!" She bounds in thru the open door and greets us all enthusiastically. I stare at Dean and Kayla standing next to each other in the entry of my house. Wow they're tall. I mean, I'm no shorty myself, but they tower over me.
"Wow you guys are both so tall ," I blurt out. Crap, why would I say that outloud?
" Duh ...." This from Jenna (remind me to thank her later for that).
And now things just get awkward.
"Okay, so... let me just take you down the hall to my dad's office. He's been waiting." I lead them into my fathers' office, to which he's added an extra table and chairs in a temporary meeting spot. "Dad, first arrivals are here." I announce. My dad gets up from behind his massive desk and walks over with this arm extended, greeting Dean and Kayla with a shake of the hand before turning to me.
"Thanks sweetheart." My dad puts his arm around me then. "I'm only waiting on the boys from the hockey team, so once they get here you're off the hook." He kisses the top of my head, and shoe's me on my way.
Wait, what?
The boys from the hockey team?! Ugh, of course they're going to be here - they play in the sports complex almost all year long. Why didn't this occur to me before?!
Before I can let it sink in, the doorbell chimes again.
I race to the powder room in the hallway, flip on the light and stare into the mirror to assess the day's damage. After getting home from soccer practice, I didn't give much thought to my appearance and had tossed on gray Jenna's Secret PINK sweat pants with a purple tank top. My hair is still damp from the shower I took over an hour ago, and of course I have not a drop of make-up on.
Groaning, I make my way down the hall.
My angst skyrockets at the same time my spirits immediately deflate.
Because when I get to the foyer it's not who I'm expecting - and hoping - to see and I think my shoulders sag in disappointment. Yes, they actually sag. For the last arrivals from the hockey team are Derek Hanson and Adam (something-or-other), a couple of Sophomores I don't really know too much about and not Weston McGrath.
Jenna however, is neither phased nor disappointed and is flirting up a storm in the entry hall.
"Oooh Molly, come see who's here," she chirps in a flirtatious voice.
I saunter over as casually as I can. "So guys, you're the chosen ones,
What. A. Weirdo . Didn't his mother teach him any manners?
I throw open the door unceremoniously.
"What's up Dean." More of a statement, less of a question.
"Not a whole lot, not a whole lot." He looks around nodding his head, taking in the foyer. "Start a new job this Thursday, so I guess I shouldn't say nothings up, right? Right?" His voice elbows me in the ribs. Like, 'yuck yuck let's share a chuckle.' Only I don't chuckle.
But Jenna does.
For real Jenna ?
Politely I ask "Oh yeah, where at?"
"I'll be flipping burgers at Bub's Grill. The pay is shit but I need a job that's flexible with my practice schedule." He shrugs.
"Yeah, I can imagine," Jenna says. "You guys are having a great year. I'm surprised you even have a job."
"My dad said he'd kick my ass if I sat around scratching my balls when I didn't have practice, so it's not like I had much of a choice." Dean's eyes are roaming around the room and it looks like he's casing the joint. Suddenly his phone beeps and he immediately pulls it out like his life depends on it, flips it open and begins texting.
Great. Weird and rude. What a pleasant combination.
We're spared from any further conversation by the arrival of Kayla McQueen: Volleyball star.
"Hey guys!" She bounds in thru the open door and greets us all enthusiastically. I stare at Dean and Kayla standing next to each other in the entry of my house. Wow they're tall. I mean, I'm no shorty myself, but they tower over me.
"Wow you guys are both so tall ," I blurt out. Crap, why would I say that outloud?
" Duh ...." This from Jenna (remind me to thank her later for that).
And now things just get awkward.
"Okay, so... let me just take you down the hall to my dad's office. He's been waiting." I lead them into my fathers' office, to which he's added an extra table and chairs in a temporary meeting spot. "Dad, first arrivals are here." I announce. My dad gets up from behind his massive desk and walks over with this arm extended, greeting Dean and Kayla with a shake of the hand before turning to me.
"Thanks sweetheart." My dad puts his arm around me then. "I'm only waiting on the boys from the hockey team, so once they get here you're off the hook." He kisses the top of my head, and shoe's me on my way.
Wait, what?
The boys from the hockey team?! Ugh, of course they're going to be here - they play in the sports complex almost all year long. Why didn't this occur to me before?!
Before I can let it sink in, the doorbell chimes again.
I race to the powder room in the hallway, flip on the light and stare into the mirror to assess the day's damage. After getting home from soccer practice, I didn't give much thought to my appearance and had tossed on gray Jenna's Secret PINK sweat pants with a purple tank top. My hair is still damp from the shower I took over an hour ago, and of course I have not a drop of make-up on.
Groaning, I make my way down the hall.
My angst skyrockets at the same time my spirits immediately deflate.
Because when I get to the foyer it's not who I'm expecting - and hoping - to see and I think my shoulders sag in disappointment. Yes, they actually sag. For the last arrivals from the hockey team are Derek Hanson and Adam (something-or-other), a couple of Sophomores I don't really know too much about and not Weston McGrath.
Jenna however, is neither phased nor disappointed and is flirting up a storm in the entry hall.
"Oooh Molly, come see who's here," she chirps in a flirtatious voice.
I saunter over as casually as I can. "So guys, you're the chosen ones,
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