Wesley took a seat on the couch, biting his bottom lip. I sat on the floor across from him, my back leaning up against the wall.
“It started Friday night, when I dropped the damn pass. I’m still kicking myself for that. That could’ve saved us a lot of anxiety, that could’ve been a touchdown. Anyways, you blew it off like it was nothing, which kind of irked me. Any other guy you would’ve at least given then somewhat of a hard time, but you just let my potentially game-changing mistake go. But that wasn’t a big deal, I got over that by the beginning of the next play.”
I rolled my eyes. This was exactly like Wesley. Whenever he told a story, he told it from the very beginning, adding unnecessary details and explaining every aspect.
“But then you didn’t pass the ball to me for the rest of the game. You either passed it off or passed it to Luke. For the remainder of the game, I looked like an idiot. I had a scout at that game, and you know what he told me after the game? Better luck next time. That’s what he told me. I mean, I get that I dropped the ball, but Luke drops it a hell of a lot more than I do. And that was one of my Top 3 college choices, which I can now cross off the list.”
Anger was pouring out of Wesley’s words, pure emotion. I thought back to the night of the game. Why hadn’t I passed it to Wesley after that?
“Wes, I promise that’s not what I meant to happen.”
“Well, it did. But I told myself it would be okay. My dad always told me that one game doesn’t make or break your future. So I sucked it up and went to Homecoming. And when I was called as a candidate for Homecoming King with Erin as my Queen, I was excited. I mean, she’s smoking. So of course I turned on the charm, and pretty soon I had her exactly where I wanted her. I took her to the party after Homecoming, and we were really clicking. I could’ve banged her. But then Carly came along, and informed Erin that was I part of your group. I didn’t even know you had a well-known group? But apparently it consists of me, Luke, Jake, and Nathan. As soon as she found that out, she distanced herself from me, telling me some bullshit about how it wasn’t going to work.”
I raised my eyebrows. This wasn’t what I expecting at all. “I don’t understand how this ties in with the earlier story.”
“I haven’t gotten there yet.”
I nodded, pressing my lips together.
“You don’t understand how livid I was. First you ruin my shot at a scholarship, and then you ruin my shot at an actual relationship. I mean, yeah she could’ve been a good bang, but I actually liked her. Like, you know, relationship liked her.”
I felt my heart breaking. Wesley didn’t “relationship like” anyone, ever. He simply looked at girls the way the rest of the team did. So for him to like someone like that, it was big. And I’d just ruined it for him.
“So of course I blamed you for everything. And all weekend I was in a pissy mood, and I didn’t even congratulate you when you got your call from Transverse.”
“I’m real sorry. I never meant for any of that to happen Wes. You’re one of my best friends, I would never wish that on you, especially inflicted by me. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”
He gave me an odd look. “Look Sam, that’s nice and all, but I don’t do that mushy shit. And I’m over it. That’s why I’m here, ain’t it? So we’ll move on and pretend it never happened.” He handed me a Wii remote.
“I call the Broncos,” I called, plopping down on the couch.
“Tebow doesn’t play for them anymore.”
“I know, but I don’t have the 2013 version of Madden,” I said, sticking my tongue out at him.
“Smartass,” he muttered.
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One of the BoysTeen Fiction
Samantha Evans. A 17-year old girl in her Senior Year of High School. Stereotype says that she should be worrying about what outfit she's going to wear and what boy she's going to date, but Samantha has a different plan. For Samantha, her Senior Yea...