Standing In The Rain

The Boy From The Movies (Wednesday)

"Dearest Alexandra Leigh Rogers,
      
        We are absolutely delighted to have your answer. We will need to do some tests to measure your abilities, skills, strengths and weaknesses. Meet me tonight, 6 o'clock sharp at the abandoned baseball field at the outer eastern part of town. I will enjoy seeing you then.

-MUTTS-
MisUnderstood Teens Transaction System"

The rest of the day went by terribly slow.

World History: did a report on why the process of mummification worked with the Egyptians

Geometry: learned a hard formula, the quadratic formula

Art: attempted to draw a person, but it was awful. But it was fun talking to Riley and Elijah.

English 10: learned to diagram sentences backwards using compound sentences.

Spanish 2: learned that not all 'yo' form verbs end in 'o'

Study Hall: I reread the note over and over, while pretending to research History.

PE: lifted weights and laughed with my best friend since 5th grade, Meagan.

Biology: Learned that we apparently did NOT descend from apes. Good to know.

Cross Country practice ended late because the coach caught one of the girls walking. So we had 20 minutes extra of hills. It was torture after 50 push ups, 50 sit ups, and sprints.

But, I finally get to the baseball field. I stopped home first to switch out my clothes. I'm now wearing old baseball shorts, a tank top, and a warm yet runnable sweatshirt. Just 2 minutes until 6 o'clock an old, ugly green pick up truck pulled up. I felt my gym shorts to make sure my phone was there. Just in case. The door opens, and out comes the same boy from the movie theater. His blonde hair with brown underneath just as shaggy as I remember it. But in the warm sun he is wearing a stained cut-off white shirt so the top of his shoulders were exposed to the sun. But his shirt wasn't stained from something gross or from just being sweaty and never washed, but more like he was used to working in the dirt and sun. His arms were toned, and the skin at his shoulder all ready looked darker than his calves, which also were slender and showing below his basketball shorts. He pulled out some tires and some hunter orange cones. I grabbed for the pile of cones. I didn't try for anything heavier so that I wouldn't make a fool of myself before he even knew me. But it's not like he'd probably ever like me. He's too cute for that. But it didn't matter, I ended up helping him haul out more tires from the back of the truck. They weren't too bad.

My aching muscles from earlier were forgotten. My heart rushed and faltered. But my poker face never wavered. And I silently walked by his side as we took the equipment to the bases on the baseball field.