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    Keesh jogs up and flings her arms around Jon’s waist from behind to hug his back. “Great practice, huh. Feels good to be back.” He turns around and gives her a peck on the lips. Wow. What’s with the sudden change to public displays of affection? I thought last time was a fluke.
    “Oh yeah, feels great alright.” Jonathan lifts her up and kisses her again.
    “Okay, you guys, I’m right here. Thanks for the show,” I tease. “But can we keep it PG?”
    “PG is all Jon can handle,” Keesh says.
    He smacks her in the booty. “That’s what you think,” he responds.
    “Alright already. You guys are making me sick. Let’s go home.”
    “Well, you have to get up first. Is that possible?” Keesh asks, with a chuckle.
    “I guess I’m going to have to.” I roll over to all fours, and slowly stabilize myself to a standing position. Why do I subject myself to such torture? And it doesn’t get any easier either.
    “You guys want to come over for dinner?” Jon asks.
    “I’d love to, but we have a crap load of reading for Mr. Marino’s class due tomorrow,” I explain.
    “If that guy wasn’t so fine, I’d probably drop down to college prep. I’m barely keeping up,” Keesh tells us. I know what she means.
    “That’s whack. Can’t you guys just fake it? You read half and you read the other half and tell each other about it. Isn’t that what you guys did last year?” That was last year. I’m beginning to wish I was a freshman again.
    I take a Kit Kat out of my bag and rip it open. “Yeah, that doesn’t work for his class. He makes us debate everything. And you have to be able to really discuss the topics or else you get docked points. He sucks.” I can’t believe I just said that about the hottest teacher in the world.
    “Wouldn’t you both like to know?” Jonathan takes a jab at us.
    “Don’t be jealous, Jon Jon, you know I love ya,” Keesh tells him. Love? They are in love?
    “I hope I can stay awake long enough to get all of it done. I still need to do math too.” I’m complaining. I know.
    Keesh kicks a rock in her path. “Me too. Junior college is looking pretty good right now.”
     
    “Hey babe. What’s up?” Alex says. “How was your game?”
    “We won. Barely. I had to play the whole game. The only break I got was at halftime. I’m so tired.” I just walked in the door, so I start peeling off my clothes and unraveling the French braid from my hair.
    “You sound tired. Do you want me to let you go?”
    “No way, I want to talk to you.”
    “Okay,” he says, “good. Did you score any goals?”
    He always asks, and I always say no. But today is different. “Well, today…” I pause for dramatic effect. “Yes, I scored.” As tired as I am, I want to jump up and down.
    “What? You scored? How cool. Tell me about it. How did it happen?”
    I collapse on top of my bed and squeal into the phone. “Omigod. Kathy got hurt, so coach moved me up to center. I actually had really good ball control today and we were passing really good. I got a pass and started dribbling up the middle and I thought oh shit, I’m done. Their sweeper was huge and I was sure she was going to take me out. But I totally juked her and got a clear shot on goal. I kicked it with all my might. But I’m so freakin’ lame that I barely hit it. The goalie was expecting it to go full speed in the other direction and she dove. My sad kick sent the ball slowly into the corner of the goal. I’m still in shock that it went in. It totally looked like it was going to stop just short of the line. It was freakin’ hilarious but hey…a goal is a goal.”
    “You’re right, babe. A goal is a goal. Congrats.”
    “Thanks.”
    “So what are you up to tonight?” he asks.
    “Party. Dominic is gonna take all of us. I gotta get in the shower soon. They’re gonna be here in a couple of hours to pick me up.”
    “What about tomorrow?”
    “Tomorrow we’re gonna go shopping for homecoming dresses.