Being With A Jock

Chapter 16

I feel as if a heavy force weighs me down on my bed. I’m unable to move any limbs. It’s just so comfortable on my bed and I’m heavily tired. My eyelids are glued tightly shut. They don’t open in this tiresome state I put myself through this morning. My ears don’t detect any sound wave manipulating into sounds because they’re being stupid. But I feel at peace. I’m faintly smiling at my relaxation.

My blanket covering me softly, heating the flow of my body through my veins. Breathing naturally, feeling at peace with my room. This is how I spend Saturday mornings. From now on, this is how I spend Valentine’s Day, only if I’m not busy, or if I happen to have a boyfriend, or Chance as my man again. But unless I’m single, then I’ll spend these days like this in the morning.

Valentine’s Day – allegedly the most romantic time of the year for couples across the world. Sadly, I never spend Valentine’s Day with a partner because I never had one, I’ve always been single before. But it’s okay, I’m never really about sad about it. I always find something else better to do. Hopefully, this time I’ll find something better to do besides my homework. Homework isn’t fun at all.

Maybe I should lay here for all of morning. It’ll be quite pleasant to sleep longer than usual. With the energy I have at the moment, I toss myself to the other side of my bed, cuddling up in my blanket. I enjoy the immediate warm sensation that surrounds me. It hugs me gently in it’s grasp.

I am rather hungry. I feel the thirst for my mother’s breakfast that she always makes on Saturday mornings. Usually I would wake up late and she would have saved some of the food for me. They always taste magnificent to my sense of taste. Any one would fall in love with my mother’s cooking. Literally, anyone would, and her personality if you ever met her.

Abruptly, I sweep my blanket off my body. I groan tiresomely as I sway my feet off my bed, landing me on the edge of my bed. Rubbing my eyes to weaken it’s heavy force and ears to lower it’s guard, I take my time lifting myself off my bed. I arch back a bit, spreading my arms straight in the air, stretching to undo my tense muscles.

A weary yawn escapes within my breath. Slouching towards the door, my feet glide across the door. Once I eat breakfast, I’ll the energy boost rush through my veins, pumping my heart with excitement. My hunger builds with each slow step I take. By the time I reach my door, I could be dying of starvation. That could probably give me a rush to race downstairs into the kitchen.

I reach for my doorknob, grasping it in my hand. Rotating it, I sway the door open to eventually be stunned. I believe I cringed slightly, but it was unnoticeable. Paralyzed, stiff, just standing here witnessing their smile towards me. An eyebrow of mine raises skeptically because of their unexpected arrival.

“Your mom let me in,” they say. It seems like they dressed to impress me on this occasion. A Dravus Detention Black Varsity Jacket covering their upper body with Khakis pants covering their lower body, and plain white socks with no brand. I know my fashion. Plus, Tori and I have fashion third period before gym, which is last period – obviously. Their hands were hidden in their jacket pockets. “May I come in?” They ask me.

Reluctant to do anything, it was a moment before I stood aside and gestured him in. I close the door, and before I knew it, it came all of a sudden, I was spun around swiftly and pinned to the wall. An intense rapid speed my heart is running at. I couldn’t calm it down. My lips may be parted, but I’m speechless inside.

He comes closer to me, keeping his hands grasped on my wrists. As close as he is, lips close to kissing each other, chests barely grazing together, feeling his light breath. Gazing deeply into his eyes, I witness as his blue eyes slowly altering its colour mystically. Altering into a deep shade of gold. Never before have I seen this, a person’s eye colour changing.