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░Kasey Thompson░
🖤.❁.•°*”˜˜”*°•.❁ ░ 🎀🎈YA MENTAL HEALTH AWARENESS🎀🎈░ ❁.•°*”˜˜”*°•.❁.💔 Sarah Carter was your average teenager. She went to school, did her homework, and was an honor student. However, she battled daily with depression, anxiety, and bullying until she couldn’t handle it any longer.
Zeke suffers from memory loss and Sarah Carter plagues his nightmare ridden dreams, and he doesn’t understand why. He is in the hospital with severe amnesia due to a brain injury that no one will speak of. His doctor and parents decide letting him read Sarah’s journals will aid his amnesia recovery and speed it up. He doesn’t know what to expect as he cracks the spines of her journals and is taken on an emotional journey as he peels back the pages of the mind of the girl who haunts his every dream.
Surviving Sarah
Kasey Thompson
YA/Coming of age Drama
Coming soon to Amazon!
Warning: Strong language and triggering content
Sarah Carter was your average teenager. She went to school, did her homework, and was an honor student. However, she battled daily with depression, anxiety, and bullying until she couldn’t handle it any longer.
Zeke suffers from memory loss and Sarah Carter plagues his nightmare ridden dreams, and he doesn’t understand why. He is in the hospital with severe amnesia due to a brain injury that no one will speak of. His doctor and parents decide letting him read Sarah’s journals will aid his amnesia recovery and speed it up. He doesn’t know what to expect as he cracks the spines of her journals and is taken on an emotional journey as he peels back the pages of the mind of the girl who haunts his every dream.
(I started this novel in high school and now I believe it is time to finish it. The original is gone, so a rewrite is in progress. I still remember most of what was written. Let’s see where this will take me.)
My Dearest Zeke,
By the time you have read this, I am sure I will be dead.
My Zeke,
I’ve had a secret that I have hidden from you for years.
(I started this novel in high school and now I believe it is time to finish it. The original is gone, so a rewrite is in progress. I still remember most of what was written. Let’s see where this will take me.)
My Dearest Zeke,
By the time you have read this, I am sure I will be dead.
My Zeke,
I’ve had a secret that I have hidden from you for years.
Zeke,
How can I tell you I love you and I am dying all in one letter?
I pulled out my phone and jotted a text down instead.
Hey Zeke, I look forward to study group with you tonight. Pizza sound good for dinner? message sent 6:45 pm
Tonight had to be the night I told him everything. I had no clue if what I told him would affect him the way I thought it would. It was a lot to take in during one conversation, but I had to tell him. I had fallen madly in love with him, and it wasn’t fair. There were things my depressed and aching soul had hidden from the world for quite some time. I was already ridiculed in school for being different. From day one of sixth grade, Damien had pushed my buttons, trying to make me cry. I was so strong in front of them yelling rude remarks back at them. They had no clue that when I was alone, I cried my eyes out because of the seclusion they made me feel. Had they known the hidden secret of mine, would they still have pestered me with such undue duress? It’s in the past now and unchangeable.
Tonight was the usual study night. Zeke needed to bring his grades up to remain on the football team, and I was the lucky person chosen in class to become his tutor. I didn’t mind it at all, I mean, he’s gorgeous. I had the teaching capacity to bring his grades up, and to tell you the truth, I had had the hugest crush on him since the day we met. Of course, the circumstances we met under were more for torture than pleasure as he, the face of an angel, mocked me in front of all the guys in school pretending to like me. It was crushing when they found out I in fact did have a crush on him. As he matured, things did change, but I still never attained the holding hands while walking down the hall with status as I had wished.
Now, tonight, I was laying something heavy on him. Hell, heavy doesn’t even describe it. What I had planned was unimaginable to place on someone’s shoulders. We had grown so close in the past few months that it felt like everything was surreal. My parents had grown to trust us during our study sessions, so they had started planning a date night for our group study nights. Tonight when they left, I hugged them longer than normal and told them I loved them like a thousand times. They were confused, but told me they loved me as well. My last doctor’s appointment they didn’t attend with me, so no suspicion had grown over this bittersweet farewell.
I had everything planned out. A bottle of pain pills my doctor had prescribed me sat in my room as normal routine. I could swallow the whole bottle at the end of studying. After I told him how I truly felt about him. He had been there for me in ways he himself couldn’t see. By the time my parents would come home, he would be gone and I would have slipped into a blissful sleep.
A knock at the door broke me from my concentration of my farewell letter to my parents. I hid it underneath my math book and ran to answer the door.
“Hey, Sarah,” Zeke said smiling as he held up a pizza.
“I meant we could order one,” I replied smiling and shaking my head.
“Your parents have paid for every order of take-out in the last three months. It’s on me tonight,” he said walking through the door.
He walked past me and proceeded to the kitchen where he popped the pizza down on the counter. He grabbed two plates, two cups filling them with ice, and snagged two cans of soda from his backpack.
“I even brought your favorite drink.”
I was beyond elated that he knew what my favorite soda was. Melancholy couldn’t even describe the emotions tumbling about in my chest. It was a depressing, heavy, sick feeling mixed with euphoria and ecstasy. If anything had to be said tonight, it was now or never. He motioned for me to sit down at a plate as he plopped a piece of pizza with the works down on it. He even bought me my favorite pizza. My final meal would be exactly what I loved with the person I was in love with. I know what most people would think. I am only sixteen so I have no clue what love is. If you go a day without talking to someone, or seeing someone, and you feel like your heart has broken, you know you are in way over your head with feelings towards them.
I eyed my pizza and the normal nausea I experienced bubbled to the surface. It had been a week since my last treatment from my doctor. The side effects still hit me even after the medicine had processed through my system. I looked up to him frowning at me.
“What?” I asked shaking my head.
“Aren’t you hungry?” he asked.
I smiled and picked the pizza up forcing a bite of it down. He cracked a grin and took a seat in front of me. I glanced to his hands as he lifted his pizza from his plate and noticed they shook a tiny bit. I had never witnessed him jittery before and wondered over the excitement he was feeling.
“What’s with you today?” I asked forcing another bite of pizza down. “You seem kind of…nervous.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he replied wolfing down his slice of pizza.
“So, there’s nothing you want to get off your chest?” I asked still watching his jittery hands pick up another slice of pizza to eat.
He stopped midway to his mouth and stared at me.
“What?” I asked blushing slightly from his eyes on me.
“There is something rumbling through my mind,” he replied setting his pizza down.
“Well, what is it? You know you can tell me anything. I am a locked book,” I said locking down my mouth and tossing the figurative key.
I watched him swallow as he prepared to speak. “Well, there’s this girl in school I want to ask out, but I’m not sure what her answer would be,” he replied looking down at his plate.
“Oh,” I replied rethinking telling him about my feelings for him. “Well, I’m sure whoever she is, she will say yes.” I offered him a smile.
“What makes you say that,” he asked taking a sip from his glass of soda.
“You know the answer to that Zeke,” I replied rolling my eyes in irritation.
“Enlighten me,” he smiled leaning back in his chair.
“Football player, popular, cute, funny, smart; why wouldn’t they say yes to a date with you?” I asked and immediately turned red.
“If you were the girl, would you say yes if I were to ask you out on a date?” he asked placing his hands behind his head and leaning back in the chair.
He completely caught me off guard with that question. I stammered through the answer. “Well, I… uhm… err… maybe. I mean, if you genuinely wanted to go on a date, I would take you up on the offer,” I replied averting my eyes from his.
“Why can’t you answer the question while looking me in the eyes?” he asked. “Do you mean the answer or not?”
“You should know… I mean come on! Who was humiliated in front of everyone for admitting liking you,” I shot back harsher than I meant to.
“You still hold a grudge over that,” he asked shaking his head.
“Not a grudge, just more of a stepping stone into the teenage world of boys,” I retorted.
“Well, in all seriousness, if I asked you, your answer would be yes?” he asked again.
I became irritated with the questions and answers game. “Yes! Okay.” I proceeded to play with my slice of pizza on my plate.
“Well, then will you for real?” he asked.
I lifted my eyes to his quizzically. “What?” I asked shaking my head trying to wrap my thoughts around what he was asking.
“Will you go out on a date with me?” he asked more sternly and sincerely.
“The girl… you want to ask out… is me?” I asked furrowing my brows in confusion.
“Yes, Sarah. I want to go out on a date with you. Why is that so hard to believe?” he asked leaning forward over the table to speak to me directly.
“Because it’s me,” I replied. “I am a nobody. I tutor you. That’s the only reason why we even hang out. In school, you just pass me by like we don’t know each other.”
“That is incorrect. YOU walk past me without acknowledging me there. I would happily walk and talk with you through the halls. You stick to yourself and walk looking down through the halls. Why?”
I looked up at him from my plate wondering how I could answer this question. I avoided the answer with a question. “What would Damien think of us going out on a date? You don’t want to be a part of his mockery,” I stated sarcastically.
“This has nothing to do with him, nor does it concern him. This is about you and me. Why is it so hard to believe that someone likes you; that I like you?”
I was stunned silent for a moment. “You want to know the real reason?” He nodded to my question. “I have never stopped liking you and for three years, I have been the center of everyone’s joke. Ridiculed day after day over something from middle school while also dealing with my own personal issues.”
“What issues are those?” he snapped back.
I licked my lips in preparation of what I was going to tell him. I had rehearsed this speech so much, but I didn’t think it would come so soon during the night. I sighed and bowed my head.
“I have cancer, Zeke,” I replied quietly.
He slumped back in his chair and his face reddened. “You are just now telling me you have cancer? How long have you had it?”
“Since middle school. It went into remission, but it’s back now and the doctors say there is no chance of it going back into remission even after chemo treatments.” I watched his face for a response, but his face remained unchanged and mute of expression. “I had actually planned on telling you that tonight as well as telling you… I liked you.”
“Damnit, Sarah! You can’t drop all of that on someone in just one night!” He stood from the table and paced the floor. He grabbed his book bag and headed for the door.
“Where are you going?” I asked standing from my seat and following him.
“Study is canceled tonight. I need… to go,” he said opening the door and walking through it.
I stood at the door with my heart crashing in its cavity. “I understand,” I replied with the tears brimming behind my eyes. “Goodbye, Zeke. Have a great night!”
He whirled around and yelled at me, “Were you really planning to tell me all of this tonight?!”
A single tear slid down my cheek and I stood there and just stared at him. I couldn’t answer him. I just shut the door closing the open distance between us and shutting out the look he was giving me. I sat down on the bottom step of the stairs to the top floor and cried. I ruined everything tonight. We were past going back to the way things were before I told him my secret. I heard a knock on the door and it just made me wish I was already dead.
“Just, go home, Zeke. Have a great life,” I yelled through my tears.
“Sarah, let me in,” he replied.
“Just go!” I screamed through the shut door.
I started upstairs for my room. I had the answer I needed to actually go through with my plan. I opened my door and ran over to my dresser where I kept the pills. I struggled to get the child-proof cap off of the bottle succeeding by nearly dumping the bottle out in the process.
“Give me those,” a voice called out running up behind me.
Zeke wrestled the bottle from me and walked to the bathroom where he flushed them down the toiled.
“What the hell! Those are my pain pills!” I screamed at him.
“What were you going to do with them? Take the entire bottle? What the hell is wrong with you?!” he snapped at me.
“What does it matter, Zeke? You are the first person I tell about my curse and the first thing you do was bolt out the door,” I hissed back at him.
“I was angry! Hurt! Sarah, I have been your friend, your close friend for three months now! You should have told me!” he bellowed.
“Why? So you could talk everyone into taking pity on me? I don’t need anyone’s sympathy or pity at that damned school! If they weren’t sympathetic, they would be just as rude and obnoxious over the entire situation. ‘Oh, Sarah has cancer. Let’s egg her house!’” I pushed my books off my table in anger.
Zeke stooped down and picked the piece of paper up from the floor. It was the suicide letter I had been writing my parents.
“You were going to kill yourself after I left tonight…” he stammered.
He sat down and ran his hand through his hair as he read what I had written so far.
“The doctors gave me six months to live and I haven’t told my parents. This seemed like a better solution than slowly withering away and becoming a ghost of the person I used to be,” I replied sitting on my bed.
“You are so selfish!” he yelled at me.
“I am selfish? I am selfish! I am dying from cancer, Zeke. I stay in constant pain. I am miserable all the time. What should I live for?” I yelled back.
“Me,” he replied as a tear fell from his eyes. “Live for me,” he begged.
I broke down in tears. “This isn’t a Mandy Moore movie! This is real life! There is no happy ending for me.”
“Sarah, I love you. I have since that day I bumped into you in the cafeteria in middle school. When I am finally confessing my feelings for you, you are giving up on life. The doctors don’t know everything! You could live much longer than six months!” He stared at me red-eyed from the tears he held back.
“Alright maggots, today I will be cutting the most from the tryouts. If you make it past today, it doesn’t mean you’re on the team. It just means I liked what you brought to the field today,” Coach Miles bellowed walking back and forth in front of the students lined up to start tryouts. His eyes fell on Sarah at the end of the line. “There will be no special treatment for anyone. Each of you will…
“Alright maggots, today I will be cutting the most from the tryouts. If you make it past today, it doesn’t mean you’re on the team. It just means I liked what you brought to the field today,” Coach Miles bellowed walking back and forth in front of the students lined up to start tryouts. His eyes fell on Sarah at the end of the line. “There will be no special treatment for anyone. Each of you will be treated and judged as an equal. Now get out there and show me what you have!”
The line of students ran off onto the field. The team from last year was standing on the field and went through everyone choosing who will be on what team. Jared was the leader of one team. It got down to Sarah.
“You take her man,” one of the players chuckled to Jared. He groaned.
“Alright, Sarah, you’re with me,” he said placing his hand on his hip and staring into the sky with irritation.
The team gathered around Jared as he laid down the play and who had what position. Everyone had been given a position but Sarah.
“What about me?” she asked.
“Just stand there and look pretty,” one of the boys said mockingly, and they all laughed.
She walked up to the boy and grabbed him by the helmet, “Do you want to dance now or later?”
The boy was shocked, and Jared stepped in, “Alright, alright, Sarah, do you want to be quarterback or running back?” The guys laughed.
“Quarterback? Running back? You’re kidding?” they laughed and groaned simultaneously.
“Running back,” she said.
They went over the play and walked to the starting line. Jared looked over to Sarah before he gave the countdown for the play to begin. “Blue forty-two, blue forty-two, hut, hike!”
Jared caught the ball as it was thrust from the ground. He looked up for Sarah and was surprised to see her halfway down the field. He threw the ball to her and her hands met it with ease and grace. She dipped past one of the players that jumped to tackle her. He hit the ground missing. Another player came at her from the right, she swirled around him and he went falling to the ground as well. The last one came from in front of her. She tossed the ball in the air and slid under the guy like she was stealing home. She popped up on the other side of him, caught the ball, and finished in the end zone.
“That’s my girl,” Jared whispered smiling.
The coach was whooping with excitement. By the end of tryouts, there was only ten players left when they had started with over 20. Sarah was at the top of the line and everyone without a doubt knew she wasn’t going to be cut on any day of tryouts.
She looked to her right to the guy she grabbed earlier in tryouts, “Nice game,” she said.
“Same to you,” he said.
“Alright, maggots, hit the showers. Second day same time tomorrow,” he said as they all broke from the line. He pointed at Sarah, “You, come here.”
She walked over to him, “Yes, Coach?”
“Where did you learn to play like that? You were amazing! Just so you know you’re on the team; you don’t have to do tryouts tomorrow unless you want to show them boys up some more,” he said smiling at her.
“Thanks, Coach. Umm,” she said looking over to Jared as he walked with the other guys heading off to the showers, “I was taught by the one and only,” she said looking back to the Coach. He smiled in acknowledgement.
“You let me know if any of these boys try to mistreat you or manhandle you that goes against any type of football regulations. Their ass is grass if they do, you hear?” he asked making sure she understood what he meant.
“Sure thing, Coach,” she said smiling and walking off to the girls’ locker room.
Jared stopped her before she walked through the locker room doors, “So what did Coach say?” he asked leaning up against the wall beside the door.
“I made the team. I don’t even have to come in for tryouts the next few days. It’s a sealed deal,” she said crossing her arms and smiling.
Jared shook his head, “Wait ’til your mom hears about this…” and walked off smirking into the boys’ locker room.
She hadn’t even thought of her mom’s reaction to the situation. She bit her lip in panic. Will Jared beat me to her? she thought to herself as she walked into the locker room to shower.
The cheerleaders were all in their laughing and joking. They eyed her in her football gear and snickered to one another.
“So, Sarah,” Cindy, the head cheerleader spoke up, “Did you make the team?”
“Um, duh,” Sarah said sarcastically.
“Aw, how cute!” Cindy exclaimed laughing. The rest of the cheerleaders joined in.
Sarah turned to Cindy and said, “Out of all the years we have had classes together, do you honestly think your opinion of me or what I do actually means shit to me? I could care less what your bimbo-headed ass thinks.”
Cindy stepped forward as if she were going to punch her.
“Go ahead, hit me and see if I don’t kick your ass.”
Cindy backed off and then smirked, “Well since your ‘one of the guys’ now, I guess I can put my talons back in Jared.”
“Does it look like I care what you do with Jared?” Sarah asked rolling her eyes. “Besides, he’s always been attracted to the slutty ones,” she said grabbing her stuff to head for the showers.
Cindy grabbed her by the hair and pulled her backward. She whipped around, and without a moment’s hesitation, sucker punched her once in the mouth and once in the eye before she was pulled from her by the cheerleading coach.
“Break it up ladies! Cindy, go put some ice on your mouth,” she said and turned to Sarah, “You come with me.”
Sarah followed the coach into her office while the other girls whispered what they thought would happen. Sarah sit down in the chair in front of the desk and the cheerleading coach set behind it.
The coach took in a deep breath, “I know you didn’t start the confrontation. I’m not going to suspend you or anything of the sorts,” she said looking at Sarah.
“So…why did you bring me back here?” Sarah asked.
“You tried out for the football team, right?”
“Yes.”
“Did you make it?” the coach asked leaning in to hear her answer.
“Yes, coach said I didn’t even have to come back for the rest of the tryouts,” Sarah said a little uneasy as to why the coach of the cheerleading squad wanted to know.
The coach smiled, “Congratulations, you’re the first girl to ever impress him.”
“Thanks,” Sarah said smiling.
“Now, go shower. You smell like a man,” the coach laughed.
Sarah stood up and walked to the shower. Everyone had cleared out by the time she was finished. She got back to her locker in a towel and fished her cell phone out of her bag to shoot a text to Adam.
Sarah: Well, I’m officially on the team.
Adam: No way! It will be all over the news by tomorrow!! LOL
Sarah: I don’t know about that, but it will be all over the school tomorrow I knocked Cindy for a loop.
Adam: You are just full of surprises today aren’t ya? LOL
Sarah: You busy tonight?
Adam: No, just riding around the city looking for trouble. Why? You want to party =P
Sarah: LOL, I think some celebrating is in order.
Adam: Pick you up in front of the school in 10.
Sarah got dressed, dried her hair and put on a little makeup. She had brought a change of clothes with her to go out tonight. She was dressed in a strapless black and silver shirt and a black mini skirt to match with some cute little black high heels. Just as she was reaching the front of the school, Adam pulled up. Jared was already standing there and the two were talking. They looked up as she got closer to the car. Jared didn’t look too happy.
“What’s the occasion,” he asked motioning around his face to mean her makeup.
“Celebrating,” Sarah said putting her backpack in the backseat of Adam’s Kia.
“Where at?” Jared asked.
“Not sure yet. Where ever the night takes us I guess,” she said sliding into the front seat.
Adam couldn’t help but stare at her. She looked amazing. His eyes started at her face and slid down her body. He was distracted from his gazing when he heard Jared clear his throat. He snapped back into reality and his face grew red.
“Um, I’ll talk to you later, Jared,” Adam said avoiding looking in the passenger seat while Jared stared him down.
“Uh huh, you do that,” Jared said spicily and stepped away from the window.
Adam pulled away and no sooner had they left the parking lot he got a text message.
Jared: You better not do anything inappropriate to her or I swear to God I will beat your ass!
Adam: Don’t be silly. I would never….
Jared: I mean it Adam and keep an eye on her wherever you go.
Adam: Aye-aye captain!
“Who was that?” Sarah asked looking over at him while he stuffed his phone in his pocket.
“It was no-nobody, my mom, she’s crazy talking…off the wall… hey did you call your mom?” he said changing the subject.
“Yea, I let her know I’d be out with you tonight. She thinks it’s a date,” she said looking over at Adam. “I told her I’d let her know if it was or not.”
She smiled a flirtatious smile at Adam, and he gulped nearly running off the road. The outfit she wore clung to her body in all the right places. He felt the sudden urge to just pull over and touch her. “I will beat your ass” rang in his ears and he quickly put the thought aside.
“Adam?” Sarah asked impatiently.
“Huh?” he asked sheepishly trying to focus on driving.
“So, is it?”
“Is what?” he asked confused.
“Is it a date?” she said scooting over closer to him.
“Why do you want to date me? I’m…I’m not a cool…kid,” he said in breaths as she touched his arm and stroked his face.
She leaned into his ear and whispered, “Because you’re so easy to play with,” she said laughing as she moved back into her seat.
“You are so not cool,” Adam said breathing and chuckling to himself.
“All jokes aside though, I would like to have a nice dinner with you one night and see where it leads,” Sarah said tugging at what looked like a mini skirt down into a skirt that hit her knees.
“That’s better,” Adam said with relief, “I thought you were going to rape me while I was driving. What gives? Why you dressed up like that?”
“Personal conquest,” she said turning to look at the city they drove through.
“Uh huh, that tells me nothing,” he said confused
“To be so smart you’re so dumb sometimes, you know that?” Sarah said turning to him.
They pulled up to the local teen club. Adam put the car in park and looked over at Sarah.
“For you to be so smart, you’re dumb sometimes,” he said turning the switch off.
“What’s that supposed to mean,” she asked defiantly.
“Jared likes you. A lot.”
“Well, I don’t like him,” she said turning back to the window as the silence filled the car.
“Well, you could-“ Adam started but was cut off as she leaned over and kissed him. Adam would love to have Sarah but every guy in school knew she was off limits. It wasn’t an announced declaration but more of an unspoken one. Even with the thought bouncing around in his head, he couldn’t help but put his hands on the back of her head and back and pull her closer as the kiss intensified. Every ounce of resistance screamed in his head to stop, to put an end to the urge, but his body wouldn’t listen to him. She sealed their kiss with another small kiss and pulled back with her eyes closed. His heart thudded in his chest, and he was a little shaky from the excitement of what happened.
“I’ve wanted to do that for a while now,” Sarah said easing back into her seat.
“Trust me, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to,” he said trailing off and trying to gather his thoughts.
“Do you want to go in or do you want to go…talk?” she asked lifting an eyebrow signaling she meant more than just talking.
“Sarah, I would love to go and…talk…with you, it’s just,” he started and she interrupted.
“It’s just what?” she asked a little heated.
He closed his eyes and breathed in. He didn’t know what he could say. He can’t tell her the truth. He doesn’t want to hurt her.
“I’ve never…been with a girl,” he stammered.
It wasn’t a lie but wasn’t the real truth.
“So, I’ve never been with a guy before,” she said scooting closer. “I really like you, Adam.”
He looked up at her and shook his head wordless. He finally uttered, “I can’t.”
“Fine, whatever, take me home,” she said scooting back over to her seat up against the window.
“You don’t want to go in?” he asked.
“No, take me home,” she said and went silent.
He groaned on the inside. He started the car and pulled out of the parking space and headed for her house. They rode in silence. It was clear she didn’t want to talk. As they pulled into her driveway she unbuckled her seat belt and exploded.
“Not a single damn guy in this school will go out with me, or if they do go on a date with me, there is no intimacy what so ever. Why?! Is there something wrong with me?!” she yelled at him and didn’t even wait for him to answer back. She tore from the car and ran to her front door and went inside.
“What the hell is wrong with her?” Jared asked popping up out of nowhere.
Adam, grabbing his chest from fright, said, “Dude, you scared the hell out of me. You can’t just pop up out of nowhere.”
“What did you do to her? Why is she upset?” Jared asked leaning in the window closer to Adam.
“That’s the thing, I did nothing when she wanted more,” Adam said looking down at the steering wheel. “And trust me, I wanted more,” he said looking back up at Jared, “But friends first, huh?” he asked as he put the car in reverse.
“Look, Adam, if she wants to date…you…go for it,” Jared said looking from the car to the window upstairs. “It’s clear that she will never want me, and it’s unfair for me to keep others from her.”
“I think it’s too late for that. She’s pretty pissed. She was practically jumping my bones in the car when I told her no,” he told Jared.
Jared was silent.
“I got to go, dude. See ya tomorrow at school.”
He backed the car out of the driveway and headed out of the neighborhood. Jared stood at the fence that divided the two houses and stared up at her window. He pulled his phone from his pocket and searched through the contacts. Her name pulled up, and he opened a new message window.
Jared: Hey
Sarah: Who is this?
Jared: You deleted my number from your phone. Ouch that hurts.
Sarah: Jared really?
Jared: Look I been thinking
Sarah: Well that’s hard to believe but go on
Jared: Would you like to go on a date with me?
Sarah: What Cindy not enough woman for you now? Her black eye is unattractive.
Jared: This has nothing to do with her. This is you and me. I want to take you to dinner.
Sarah: Why?
Jared: I want to go on a date with you why does that need an elaboration?
Sarah: Alright, on one condition.
Jared: What’s that?
Sarah: Stop threatening to beat up guys when they want to date me!
Jared: I don’t know what you’re talking about =D
Sarah: Yea, yea.
Jared: How about the night before homecoming game? That sound good to you?
Sarah: Yea sounds delightful.
Sarah’s mom knocked on her door, “Hey, sweety, your home early. How did your date go with Adam?” she asked walking and sitting down on Sarah’s bed.
“It went how every date went,” Sarah said not glancing up from her homework.
“Aw, I’m sorry. I thought he was a keeper,” she said standing up from the bed.
“Mom, I have to tell you something,” Sarah said putting her pencil down and turning around in her chair.
“What’s that honey?” her mom asked turning around in her doorway.
“I tried out for the football team today,” she said waiting for her mom to answer.
“And, how’d it go?” she asked without hesitating.
“I made the team,” Sarah said waiting for her mom to explode.
“Honey, that’s wonderful!” Her mom exclaimed.
“It is? You’re not mad?” she asked confused.
“Why would I be mad? Now you can spend some catching up time with Jared,” she said and walked out the room.
Sarah whipped around just in time to back into the lockers as one of the jocks ran through the hall. He was tailed by four others. The one who yelled looked back at her for a split second grinned and kept running. A teacher popped out of a room telling them to slow down and quit running as they rounded the corner of the hall. Sarah rolled her eyes. She was used to this…
