<Insert Creative Title Here...> Pt. 3
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The Good, the Bad, and the Honorable?
“Girl. Demand respect.”
Reese
Why him? Why did he have to plop onto my table? I was almost done. I just can’t. Luckily Harper wiggled her way into working the rotations too; otherwise I would have been stuck with the Giant Wall of Douche.
As soon as Harper saw whom I had, she eagerly switched with me, since she was working on a freshman. I felt more comfortable working on someone’s ankle that I knew. Since we have been in class with Hunter since middle school, you could say I knew him.
“Hey Hunt, how are you?” I needed to start a conversation with Hunter to help me forget of the Giant Wall of Douche to my right.
“Hey PB, I’m doing good. I was just talking to Harper about the dance.” Then he whispers, “Think she will go with me?” Ah, the Fall Festival Dance. It is a time honored tradition her at the college. Held on the day of Homecoming, the football players each get to invite a date to the private dance held after the game.
Shaking my head I say, “Sorry Hunt. I doubt it; she has her sights on a senior this year. Try again in three years?” I know that makes my friend sound shallow, but she kind of is. One day she will realize that a person is more than their age and social standing, but until then she will be the shallow one she is.
Hunter looks sad. I hate that this is the way it has to be. Hunter has liked Harper since ninth grade. But Harper just won’t give him the time of day, no matter what I say.
He gives me a sad smile, “Thanks PB, I didn’t think so. But it never hurts to ask…” Then he gets up and walks to the exit.
I should probably explain the PB thing, shouldn’t I? Well, my name is Reese. Which looks like a certain peanut butter candy, right? Well, football players at my high school thought so. When they actually connected my name to the candy, I was instantly Peanut Butter to them. However, Peanut Butter is a long nickname. So the brilliant football players shortened it down to PB. And the name has stuck.
Anyway, since Hunter left my table I had room for another. However, all of the footballers were gone. That meant I needed to clean. The team doctor on call, Dr. Needy, told us that if we were without patient, we were to clean. So I started cleaning Harper’s station.
Halfway done cleaning, I heard Harper’s flirting giggle. I hate that giggle. That means Harper has officially forgotten she is a functioning member of society. Great.
I peak a look over at Harper and realize she is still with the Great Wall of Douche. I chance a quick look at him, because come on! He is one good-looking specimen of man. Since I’m not sitting on the ground staring at him, I can see his features better.
He has one of those haircuts that David Beckham got in 2017, long on top with shaved sides. His blue eyes are shining with delight at whatever Harper is saying. His lashes are longer than Harper’s, which is impressive since her’s are fake. His football jersey is stretched against some shoulder pads but somehow you can still make out the natural build of his frame. The number on his jersey is 21, which happens to be my favorite number. His jaw is still able to cut glass, I swear! The stubble on his jaw has gotten thicker since I saw him this morning.
He really is a spectacular piece of male meat.
Since I am staring at the Great Wall of Douche, I don’t notice someone is in my vicinity until I feel the pinch. “Ow, daggumit.” I swing around; ready to lay into the pincher when I see my stupid big brother on my table.
“Hey, PB, stop slacking on the job and wrap my ankle for me. Would ya?” My big brother, Levi, in all his boyish charm, is flashing one of his infamous smiles at me.
Big turd.
“Sorry Lev, I can’t. I don’t have enough tape to go around your monstrous kankles. Maybe get here earlier next time so I know I have enough material.” I duck halfway through material because Levi is swinging his big receiver hands at me.
Levi is a junior this year. He is starting receiver for the college football team. Which means he got a full ride scholarship. Which is why I am the one working and he is playing football. He is my favorite person in the whole world. But he can be a giant brat when he wants to be.
“Hey now, watch them paws. I can’t risk a concussion if you connect.” I smile and grab a roll of tape; because of course I am going to wrap his ankle.
“Can’t help it PB. Hands like this are a blessing and a curse.” Its true, we have to special order his receiver gloves since the stores don’t carry his size. “PB, is that my shirt?” He grabs the front of my shirt to inspect it.
Before I can respond, I am picked up and Levi’s hands are removed from my shirt. Next thing I know, Levi is on the ground and the Great Wall of Douche has his knee in Levi’s chest.
“Don’t EVER touch a girl that way, Davidson. Girls require respect always.” I am shocked. I don’t know what to do. But leave it to Levi to have a snarky comment.
“No dip, Sherlock. But that’s my sister, you arse. Get the hell off of me before one of the coaches sees.” Levi is already shoving the Wall off of him.
What the hell just happened? Did the Great Wall of Douche just stand up for my honor?
Weird.......
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age 22. 11.1.2018
