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good reason to get in Jason’s face. He stood face to face with him
a moment longer before he bent over, picked up the weight and began
lifting again. “Nothing,” he said between breaths. “She’s just
going to be more of a challenge than I had anticipated, that’s
all.”
“I hear ya,” Jason said, not wanting to add
to Kyan’s salty mood. “It wouldn’t be any fun if she just gave in
easily.”
“Exactly.”
“You almost done? I’m hungry.”
Kyan’s stomach was growling so loudly that it
seemed to be echoing throughout the entire workout room. But he
knew he still had more work to do. His stamina had weakened early
during yesterday’s game, so he was determined to work out longer to
build up more endurance and strength. “I’ve got more work to do
here.”
“All right,” said Jason. “Catch you later
then.”
Kyan began to work on stretches with his arms
and legs. Maybe he would even head over to the soccer field and
take a few shots on net. Though his legs ached, he pushed through
the pain. Something else was aching inside him, as well.
Though he had singled Kendal out as the girl
he most desperately wanted to be with during his last year at
Sampson Academy, he wasn’t even sure he liked her that much. Sure,
she was pretty and probably the best-looking girl on campus, but
there was something missing. Whenever he thought back to the list
of girls he dated, that seemed to be the prevailing issue—something
was always missing. But he also knew that it wasn’t the feelings he
was supposed to have for them. It was status.
Maybe one day he’d meet a girl he actually
cared for, one he’d want to get to know on a deeper level. With
that, he centered his thoughts on next weekend’s party, the
legendary invite-only soccer party. Each player was allowed to
invite one guest. And his guest was going to be Kendal McCarthy.
There’s no way she would turn him down. Invite-only was a gathering
of all the VIP students at Sampson. And Kendal had a reputation to
uphold. Kyan was confident that he would get another shot. And this
time he was going to convince her to give in to him.
CHAPTER 12
Kendal had done a good job of avoiding the
weekend soccer party scene. She had feigned sickness on Saturday
evening and spent the night watching reruns and MTV’s The Real
World. Christine got home late. She had stumbled into the room and
fallen onto the floor, simultaneously knocking over a stack of
books. Kendal had to help her into bed.
As a result, Christine spent the entire
morning and part of the afternoon wearing a blue-colored cold pack
with eye-holes cut out over her face. She looked like a female
version of a modern day Zorro.
In times past Kendal would have been right
there with Christine, both of them lying in agony, drinking
refillable bottles of water, popping Tylenol,and watching endless
hours of Lifetime television. But today, Kendal had gotten up early
and gone for a walk. Sometimes it amazed her how beautiful Sampson
Academy was, especially in fall when the leaves had begun to change
colors. Vibrant shades of red, orange and yellow were scattered
amongst the branches reaching high into the sky.
Built back in the 1800s, the campus consisted
of colonial buildings made of brick and grand white pillars. Bay
windows sat atop four-story buildings fronted by circular porches.
All of the buildings were named after local heroes and students who
had gone on to become “somebodies.” That was the school
motto—Sampson Academy, Be Somebody. Kendal always thought the
school motto should be—Sampson Academy, where everyone knows your
name and your business.
This was because of the small student
population and ensuring that all of the classes had at most fifteen
students to one teacher. It was hands-on learning, where every
student could get to know his or her teachers on a personal basis.
That, plus the beauty of the campus, was why Kendal had been
attracted to the school in the first
good reason to get in Jason’s face. He stood face to face with him
a moment longer before he bent over, picked up the weight and began
lifting again. “Nothing,” he said between breaths. “She’s just
going to be more of a challenge than I had anticipated, that’s
all.”
“I hear ya,” Jason said, not wanting to add
to Kyan’s salty mood. “It wouldn’t be any fun if she just gave in
easily.”
“Exactly.”
“You almost done? I’m hungry.”
Kyan’s stomach was growling so loudly that it
seemed to be echoing throughout the entire workout room. But he
knew he still had more work to do. His stamina had weakened early
during yesterday’s game, so he was determined to work out longer to
build up more endurance and strength. “I’ve got more work to do
here.”
“All right,” said Jason. “Catch you later
then.”
Kyan began to work on stretches with his arms
and legs. Maybe he would even head over to the soccer field and
take a few shots on net. Though his legs ached, he pushed through
the pain. Something else was aching inside him, as well.
Though he had singled Kendal out as the girl
he most desperately wanted to be with during his last year at
Sampson Academy, he wasn’t even sure he liked her that much. Sure,
she was pretty and probably the best-looking girl on campus, but
there was something missing. Whenever he thought back to the list
of girls he dated, that seemed to be the prevailing issue—something
was always missing. But he also knew that it wasn’t the feelings he
was supposed to have for them. It was status.
Maybe one day he’d meet a girl he actually
cared for, one he’d want to get to know on a deeper level. With
that, he centered his thoughts on next weekend’s party, the
legendary invite-only soccer party. Each player was allowed to
invite one guest. And his guest was going to be Kendal McCarthy.
There’s no way she would turn him down. Invite-only was a gathering
of all the VIP students at Sampson. And Kendal had a reputation to
uphold. Kyan was confident that he would get another shot. And this
time he was going to convince her to give in to him.
CHAPTER 12
Kendal had done a good job of avoiding the
weekend soccer party scene. She had feigned sickness on Saturday
evening and spent the night watching reruns and MTV’s The Real
World. Christine got home late. She had stumbled into the room and
fallen onto the floor, simultaneously knocking over a stack of
books. Kendal had to help her into bed.
As a result, Christine spent the entire
morning and part of the afternoon wearing a blue-colored cold pack
with eye-holes cut out over her face. She looked like a female
version of a modern day Zorro.
In times past Kendal would have been right
there with Christine, both of them lying in agony, drinking
refillable bottles of water, popping Tylenol,and watching endless
hours of Lifetime television. But today, Kendal had gotten up early
and gone for a walk. Sometimes it amazed her how beautiful Sampson
Academy was, especially in fall when the leaves had begun to change
colors. Vibrant shades of red, orange and yellow were scattered
amongst the branches reaching high into the sky.
Built back in the 1800s, the campus consisted
of colonial buildings made of brick and grand white pillars. Bay
windows sat atop four-story buildings fronted by circular porches.
All of the buildings were named after local heroes and students who
had gone on to become “somebodies.” That was the school
motto—Sampson Academy, Be Somebody. Kendal always thought the
school motto should be—Sampson Academy, where everyone knows your
name and your business.
This was because of the small student
population and ensuring that all of the classes had at most fifteen
students to one teacher. It was hands-on learning, where every
student could get to know his or her teachers on a personal basis.
That, plus the beauty of the campus, was why Kendal had been
attracted to the school in the first
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