Sing to Me (13 page)

Marisol’s musical voice carried over the noise of the crowd, and it struck me how little we had in common. Marisol was like a brilliant color photograph, full of life and vibrancy. I was more of an underexposed picture, like someone forgot to turn on the flash. Most people didn’t even notice I was around unless I had a camera with me.

When she saw me coming, she ran to meet me. She moved so quickly, I didn’t see how she could possibly stop in time
.
I turned sharply to get
my camera bag out of the
way before she plowed into me, but she came to a graceful stop a few inches away. Her dark, glossy curls bounced forward with the momentum and she impatiently tossed them back over her shoulder.

“Do you have to drag that thing around with you everywhere?” she asked, momentarily distracted by my camera bag.

“No, but I’m not leaving it out on the field to be stolen or stomped on
.
What are you so excited about?”

“You aren’t going to believe this.” Her eyes were gleaming, so I wasn’t surprised that her accent was more pronounced than usual. She hadn’t lived in Guatemala since she was a toddler, and usually sounded very American, but when she was passionate about something, her perfect English often slipped. “A new guy just moved in!”

Not too impressed, I asked, “That’s not that unusual.
”

Knowing Marisol, I wasn’t surprised when she gushed, “Wait till you see this guy
.
The whole school is talking about him
.
He’s gorgeous, and I mean, totally gorgeous. Plus he’s supposed to be this, like, awesome basketball player.”

“I didn’t see him at school today.”

“He didn’t come today
.
He just came after school for practice to meet Coach Webb and the team
.
He’ll be there Monday though
.
I can’t wait!”

“How did you see him
?
Doesn’t the girls’ team practice
in the morning?”

“Yeah, but we were supposed to come in after school so they could get our sizes for uniforms and stuff
.
I swear I almost had a heart attack when he walked into the gym.”

“Mari, you’re in love with someone new almost every week.”

She laughed, knowing it was true, but said, “Yeah, but this guy is different
.
I bet you’ll even fall for him
.
Of course, Robin Gold was already throwing herself at him, and he didn’t seem to mind too much
.
And just wait until Jordan gets a look at him.”  Her enthusiasm deflated, Marisol sighed and said, “Well, anyway, it’ll be nice to have some new eye-candy around school, huh?”

“Sure. I can’t wait to see him,” I told her
.
While I didn’t usually go crazy for guys like Marisol did, I sure didn’t mind looking at them.
The only guy I ever hung out with though was my friend Parker, and I wouldn’t describe him as eye candy. This could be good.
“I wonder if we’ll have any classes with him.”
I noticed then that Marisol wasn’t listening to me anymore and that her eyes were the size of quarters.

“You won’t
freakin
’ believe this, but he’s at the concession stand.”

Not sure why I wouldn’t believe it, I turned to look for him. The lines were still pretty long, and I couldn’t make out Mari’s gorgeous new guy in the crowd. “Sorry, I don’t see him.”

“Are you hungry?”

“Starving,” I answered honestly.

“Well, come on then.”  She grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the concession stand
.
She got in the back of the longest line, and I was about to complain until I saw that we were right behind a group of boys from the basketball team
.
They shuffled around, and I finally saw him.

Right then, I absolved Marisol of exaggerating. My heart came to a complete stop as I looked up at him
.
And I had to look up pretty far. Even though I was 5’8”, he was a lot taller than me – definitely over six feet. His hair was dark and carelessly styled over a face that begged to be photographed. His high cheekbones led to a square jaw and strong chin.

Despite these masculine features, however, there was a suggestion of kindness and sensitivity in his expression. Perhaps it was something about the fullness of his lips or the crinkles at the corners of his eyes when he smiled that made him look friendly and oddly approachable. It was hard to pinpoint exactly what it was that gave this impression, but I knew it was just an illusion. Everything about this guy put him way
ou
t of my league.

His t-shirt was damp, like everyone else’s, and clung to his sculpted chest in a way that drew my eyes like a magnet
.
As he put his phone in the pocket of his designer jeans, I caught the gleam of a watch that certainly didn’t come from the local discount store.

Why was life
so unfair? I didn’t know people like this
really
existed
.
I could have appreciated him just as much if I’d seen him in a magazine ad, but no, he had to be standing right in front of me – tempting and real and impossible.
And just like that, I longed
to be the kind of girl who could get the attention of a guy like him.

For the next ten minutes, Marisol and I stood in the line, talking and pretending not to notice him while hoping that, by some miracle, he would notice us
.
I tried to convince myself that that wasn’t what I was doing, but deep down I kn
ew it
was.

Finally our
line moved up and the line next to us
disappeared completely.
The lady in the window leaned out and demanded, “
Who’s
next?”

My growling stomach made me realize how ridiculous it was to wait in this line just because of some stupid guy who didn’t know I existed
.
Besides, I had to get back out on the field
.
I stepped
towards
the open window
with only a couple of people beating me there. In a few minutes, I was able to
order a
hot dog and a bottle of water.

By the time I got my food, Marisol had disappeared, but I was in a hurry now and didn’t wait around to find her. I went around to the side of the concession stand to get some mustard.

Turning the corner, I stumbled to a stop. The new guy was there, doing battle with a squeeze bottle of sweet relish
.
He must have felt me watching him, because he looked over to where I was frozen next to him
.
He smiled and shook his head. “I hate these bottles,” he said. “You can’t ever get the stuff to come out.”

Finding my voice, I answered, “I wouldn’t know
.
I hate relish.”  Then I fumed at myself for saying something
so
stupid and wasting a chance to impress him.

He laughed though
.
“I may have to pass on it myself.” 

“Can I try?” I offered
.
He silently handed the bottle to me
.
I closed the lid and gave it a
hard
shake upside down, forcing the relish to move towards the lid
.
Handing it back, I said, “That should do it.”

“Thanks,” he said, taking it back
.

I felt the sweep of his warm, slightly callused skin against mine as our fingers accidently brushed each other. Our eyes met briefly before we both turned
away
.

I picked up a bottle of mustard and concentrated on squeezing it out in one long, perfectly straight line across my hotdog. Just as I sat the mustard down, I heard what was being said over the loud speakers.

“And here we go, folks
.
Luis Ramos, #31, will kick off for Haskins
.
It’s a good high kick and the Webster Warriors will take possession at the 15 yard line.”

“Oh, flip!” I said, forgetting that I was trying to look cool.
The third quarter had started.
I glanced at my hot dog, then down at my camera and realized that I could only manage one of them at a time
.
With my
bad
luck, I would probably miss the most important play of the game if I didn’t hurry. I hated to waste perfectly good food though. I held my hot dog out to the new guy and said, “I
gotta
go
.
You want this?”

“Uh, well….”

I didn’t wait for him to say more before I practically tossed it at him and hurried back to the field
.
I got set up again just in time to catch a great shot of an amazing interception that put Haskins in possession at their own 30 yard line
.
Within a few plays, they made a touchdown, and I’d been lucky enough to be in the perfect position to get a great shot of the running back as he crossed the goal line with a defender in hot pursuit.

I stepped back and relaxed as Haskins kicked off again. I was just regretting the loss of my dinner when I heard someone right behind me say, “Hey, do you want your hot dog back?”

Spinning around, I saw the new guy holding my hot dog and bottle of water over the fence. I couldn’t believe he’d followed me. “Uh, yeah, thanks
.
I think I have time to eat it now.”

“Great
.
I don’t really like mustard.”

He handed it to me over the fence and I asked, “Why didn’t you just throw it away?”
Then, k
nowing I needed to hurry and eat it, I took a bite.

“Well, I could tell you really wanted it. You must have been hungry.”

I swallowed and tried to decide if he was making fun of me. His expression showed only friendly interest, however, so I relaxed. “I was
starving
. Maybe I won’t faint on the sidelines now.”

He
laughed and I was spellbound by the deep masculine tones that danced over me like a symphony.
It was the greatest sound I’d ever heard. Realizing that I was grinning back at him and probably looking like
an idiot, I took another bite.

“My name’s Lee Franklin.
I just moved here this week.”

After awkwardly finishing my bite, I said, “Yeah I know. I mean, I knew you just moved here, not your name.”

We looked at each other silently for a moment before he prompted, “So what’s your name?”

Wanting to kick myself, I told him, “Sienna.” Then remembering that I had a last name, I added, “Whitfield.”

“Sienna?
That’s a cool name
.
Are you on the school paper or yearbook staff or something?”

I glanced at my camera, staring at it for a second before I remembered what it was.
“Oh, yeah.
Both.
I don’t do much writing though. Mostly I just cover the photography.”

“It looks like a hard job. Well, I’d better let you get back to it. I didn’t mean to distract you for so long
.
I’ll see you on Monday though?”

“Yeah.
Definitely.”

As he left, I turned back to the field and stared at the game without watching it. It was like he’d put my attention in his back pocket and walked away with it.

Since I wasn’t one of the “pretty people” who would be privileged enough to hang out with him at school, I doubted that he would notice me again
.
But still, I’d had a moment with him.

Marisol was going to have a cow when I told her
.
I laughed out loud at the thought. Thankfully, no one was close enough to hear me. I’d embarrassed myself enough tonight.

I took the last bite of my hotdog. How had I not noticed how cold it was until now
?
I chugged my water and went to toss my bottle and hotdog carton over the fence into a trash can.
Since I was facing the bleachers,
I couldn’t help looking around for Lee. I easily found him climbing up
to join
a large group of students near the top. I couldn’t be sure, but as he sat down, he seemed to look around until his eyes settled on me. But he probably just felt me staring at him.

And why was I staring at him anyway? I never acted this way over a cute guy. Feeling like a dork, I hurried back to the field and got to work.

Who knew a guy could cause so many problems? Forget about that stupid gate. Somebody should have warned me about
him
.

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