”
“ I ’ m sorry for the way my mom acted last night. ”
“ Brandon did you tell her all those things about me? ”
“ No. Amber did. ”
“ Amber? Why would Amber tell her all that? ”
“ Well Amber didn ’ t actually tell my mom, she told her mom, who told my mom. ”
“ But why? I don ’ t understand. ”
“ Chris I dated Amber a few times during the summer last year and she seemed to feel we were a couple. ”
“ Were you … ? ”
With his elbows on the desk Brandon rests his chin on his folded hands and smiles at her.
“ You were my first. ”
“ Really? But you were so good. ”
“ Are you making fun of me? ” He asks, smiling at her. Chris kisses him on the tip of his nose.
“ Nope ” Chris smiles and turns back around facing the front of the class as the other students start coming in.
Curling up next to Brandon on the porch swing Chris feels nervous and jittery. She ’ s looking at her hands while twiddling her fingers, clenching and unclenching her hands open style. Fingers straight out, and then tap them on the palm, kind of like a one-handed clap. Brandon reaches over and takes her hand in his to get her to stop.
“ Nervous? ” Still looking down at her hands, Chris smiles.
“ How can you tell? ”
“ Are we still going to the cabin on Wednesday? ”
Taking a deep breath Chris looks over at him.
“ Do you want to? ”
Brandon leans over and kisses her softly before answering.
“ Yes, but we won ’ t if you don ’ t want to. ”
Looking back down at her hands Chris whispers.
“ I want to. ”
Brandon smiles and kisses her again.
“ I ’ ve got to go. Are you coming to watch me practice tomorrow? ” Chris nods. Brandon stands up, pulls Chris into his arms, and kisses her again before letting her go. Walking to his car, he turns and looks back at her.
“ I love you. ”
Chris smiles and waves before going inside.
Getting to Brandon ’ s practice a little late, Chris sees the team is already on the field. She looks over at first base and sees Brandon watching her. Chris waves and sits down on the bench. They are in the outfield first, so she has to wait until they get the three outs, before he can come talk to her. Getting the outs rather quickly Brandon jogs over to her.
“ You ’ re late. ”
“ I know, I stopped and dropped off my roll of film to be developed, besides, I didn ’ t want to come watch you do all those sit ups with your shirt off, it gets me excited. ”
Brent comes jogging over and smiles at Chris before grabbing a batting helmet off the bench..
“ Hi Chris ”
“ Hi Brent, hit a homerun for me. ” He smiles at her and jogs off. Looking out across the field Chris remarks, “ I see the cheerleaders are practicing today also. ” One of the cheerleaders waves and waving back Chris sees Amber staring at her.
Brandon pulls Chris into his arms.
“ I hadn ’ t noticed. I was too busy watching for you. I was afraid you weren ’ t going to come. ”
Chris looks into his eyes and smiles. “ I told you I would. ”
Holding hands while walking home Chris squeezes Brandon ’ s hand.
“ What ’ s up? You ’ re being awful quiet. ”
He gives her a forced smile.
“ Nothing ” Chris stops and Brandon only gets an arm length away before her hand holding his, stops him. He looks back at her. Shaking his head he tells her, “ It ’ s nothing, really. ”
“ Brandon, I know you better then that. Are you mad at me? ” Brandon gives her a genuine smile this time, one that lights up his eyes with a mischievous twinkle.
“ I could never be mad at you. ”
“ Then what ’ s wrong? ”
“ It ’ s just something my mom said last night. ” Chris can see the light go out in his eyes and is replaced with a dark sadness. “ She told me she
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