in show. Sharp defining features she hadn’t learned to relate to some type of carnivorous animal. Alarmingly blue eyes that seemed almost a frozen color when the sunlight shone on them just right and a well-toned physique that showed he cared just as much about appearances as she did.
It was in fact, the first day that Rachel met Ryan she had been trying very carefully to be noticed by a one Jefferson Williams. They had met the week prior and Rachel had tried not to spend most of her time thinking about him.
But when she found out he played Lacrosse for Phillips she couldn’t help rearrange her schedule to walk past the field at just the right moment.
Now, she was walking with Melody, her books held against her chest, her outfit carefully picked out for its hints of gold on a very soft lilac. She knew the colors would bring the best out of her complexion and in the mid-morning sunlight, she would look positively pristine.
Melody chattered on about something of little to importance and Rachel pretended as if she really cared when she was really just looking for the right moment to lift her head and look.
She could hear the players running down the field now, the shouting was getting closer, and Rachel recognized the commanding voice of Jefferson.
Looking back, Rachel would always wish that she had listened to what Melody was saying. If she had listened to her friend she might have heard something important that would have turned her away from her crusade of getting Jefferson’s attention, because, if she had never gotten his attention then maybe none of this might never had happened. But then again, it was Jefferson. He might have been working just as hard to get her attention as she was his.
Someone had shouted something about a head’s up and then all of the sudden a ball was rolling across the ground and stopping against Rachel’s heal. Naturally, Rachel bent down to pick up the ball, hoping this was her moment. Interestingly enough, it wasn’t Jefferson that greeted her but rather the beautiful sweaty Ryan Prescott with his charmingly sparkling eyes.
The sun had tanned his skin to a warm golden brown and the perspiration almost seemed to glitter. It was in fact, the perfect moment. Almost as if Ryan had planned it and not the other way around. Ryan and not Rachel who wanted to be noticed.
“I think you’ve lost something.” She smiled at him and handed the ball back through a hole in the fence.
“ I keep trying to tell it not to run off, but it just doesn’t listen.” Ryan responded, his charming tone of voice holding a hint of laughter. “I’m glad now though.”
Rachel raised an eyebrow, “Glad? How so?”
“Because now I get to talk to you.” Ryan winked at her.
“ Come on, Ryan, let’s go!” Jefferson shouted from further down the field and Rachel looked in his direction. He was scowling as the sweat ran down his face.
Ryan rolled his eyes, “Well the master calls.”
Rachel couldn’t help herself from giggling, “You better go then, before you get into any trouble.”
Ryan flashed her a sly grin, “I won’t so as long as you tell me your name.”
Rachel laughed, embarrassed and flattered, “Its Rachel.”
Then Ryan was off, running back to his teammates who were waiting on him.
Rachel caught Jefferson’s eyes and shivered, his face was a stone, not at all as welcoming as the day he had walked her to the main building. She turned away from him and continued on with Melody, assuming she would finish her story.
“ Ryan is such a dork.” Melody laughed and shook her head.
“ You know him?” Rachel’s head perked up, looking at her roommate.
“ Yeah, our families have been friends with each other for ages. I’ve seen him through every awkward stage, and trust me, that boy has had a lot.” Melody joked.
“ Well he looks all grown up now.” Rachel teased, looking back towards the lacrosse field.
“ Rachel Gunn!” Melody shouted in fake astonishment, “That’s
It was in fact, the first day that Rachel met Ryan she had been trying very carefully to be noticed by a one Jefferson Williams. They had met the week prior and Rachel had tried not to spend most of her time thinking about him.
But when she found out he played Lacrosse for Phillips she couldn’t help rearrange her schedule to walk past the field at just the right moment.
Now, she was walking with Melody, her books held against her chest, her outfit carefully picked out for its hints of gold on a very soft lilac. She knew the colors would bring the best out of her complexion and in the mid-morning sunlight, she would look positively pristine.
Melody chattered on about something of little to importance and Rachel pretended as if she really cared when she was really just looking for the right moment to lift her head and look.
She could hear the players running down the field now, the shouting was getting closer, and Rachel recognized the commanding voice of Jefferson.
Looking back, Rachel would always wish that she had listened to what Melody was saying. If she had listened to her friend she might have heard something important that would have turned her away from her crusade of getting Jefferson’s attention, because, if she had never gotten his attention then maybe none of this might never had happened. But then again, it was Jefferson. He might have been working just as hard to get her attention as she was his.
Someone had shouted something about a head’s up and then all of the sudden a ball was rolling across the ground and stopping against Rachel’s heal. Naturally, Rachel bent down to pick up the ball, hoping this was her moment. Interestingly enough, it wasn’t Jefferson that greeted her but rather the beautiful sweaty Ryan Prescott with his charmingly sparkling eyes.
The sun had tanned his skin to a warm golden brown and the perspiration almost seemed to glitter. It was in fact, the perfect moment. Almost as if Ryan had planned it and not the other way around. Ryan and not Rachel who wanted to be noticed.
“I think you’ve lost something.” She smiled at him and handed the ball back through a hole in the fence.
“ I keep trying to tell it not to run off, but it just doesn’t listen.” Ryan responded, his charming tone of voice holding a hint of laughter. “I’m glad now though.”
Rachel raised an eyebrow, “Glad? How so?”
“Because now I get to talk to you.” Ryan winked at her.
“ Come on, Ryan, let’s go!” Jefferson shouted from further down the field and Rachel looked in his direction. He was scowling as the sweat ran down his face.
Ryan rolled his eyes, “Well the master calls.”
Rachel couldn’t help herself from giggling, “You better go then, before you get into any trouble.”
Ryan flashed her a sly grin, “I won’t so as long as you tell me your name.”
Rachel laughed, embarrassed and flattered, “Its Rachel.”
Then Ryan was off, running back to his teammates who were waiting on him.
Rachel caught Jefferson’s eyes and shivered, his face was a stone, not at all as welcoming as the day he had walked her to the main building. She turned away from him and continued on with Melody, assuming she would finish her story.
“ Ryan is such a dork.” Melody laughed and shook her head.
“ You know him?” Rachel’s head perked up, looking at her roommate.
“ Yeah, our families have been friends with each other for ages. I’ve seen him through every awkward stage, and trust me, that boy has had a lot.” Melody joked.
“ Well he looks all grown up now.” Rachel teased, looking back towards the lacrosse field.
“ Rachel Gunn!” Melody shouted in fake astonishment, “That’s
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