Confusion
settled into my expression as I gave a small wave back as I sped up to get to
the end of town. I wasn't sure if I was suppose to know this guy, but he sure
seemed to act like he knew me.
I shrugged
it off, as I made my way into the local market, buying up at least four-dozen
flowers. I knew I had been quite a pain in my grandparent's rears as of late,
and I knew flowers wouldn't make it all better, but it was a good start in the
right direction.
As I came
barreling out of the market, I practically ran right into the same guy I had
been stalking as I drove. Just before my face and bags of things hit the
ground, his strong muscular arm shot straight out, catching me and pulling me
up into his hard chest. I had my eyes squeezed tightly shut and was afraid to
open them, until I heard him clear his throat.
I peered up
through my long dark lashes and caught a sight of his piercing blue eyes
staring down at me.
"Are
you okay?"
The words
sat on the tip of my tongue, willing me to say them, but absolutely nothin'
came out of my mouth.
"The
strong silent type huh?"
A small
smile formed across my mouth before I realized just how closely he was still
holding me. I pushed off of his chest and scrambled to my feet. I felt off
balance and a little light headed, so I tried to keep my distance. I quickly
grabbed my keys out of my purse and started makin' my way over to my truck.
"You're
welcome." I heard him shout as I pulled open the door.
I waved and
drove home as fast as my truck would allow. A million different emotions were
raging through me and I was having a hard time sortin' out each of them. Part
of me felt guilty for letting another guy hold me that way, but another part of
me felt safe and wanted when he had his arms around me. Which in turn, made me
feel extremely uncomfortable and a little scared. A guy hadn’t touched me since
the incident with Wren, and I wasn't exactly sure how comfortable I felt having any guy touch me.
Chapter 9
Madison
"Glenn!"
I shouted across the field as loud as I could, but he was engrossed in some
stupid ass conversation with the other guys. "GLENN!"
He finally
heard me and came runnin' in my direction. "What's up?"
"I need
you to tell Coach I gotta go."
"Dude,
you know he's gonna want to know why. What's going on?"
"Just
cover for me please. I have to get to the admissions building before they close
for the day."
"Alright.
Call me when you're done."
"Will
do." I ran off the field, gathering up my bag as I passed it and made my
way to my truck. I threw my stuff in the back and pulled out of the parking lot
before Coach could have a chance to spot me. As I made my way around the
opposite side of campus where the admissions building sat, I could feel my
heart practically pounding out of my chest. I wasn't sure if what I was about
to do was the right thing, but I was doin' what my grandma had always told me.
I was followin' my heart. And my heart was back in Texas.
When I went
running in to the building, I had totally forgotten that I was still in my
practice uniform, cleats and all. I made my way over to the small glass window,
but saw no one on the other side. I paced back and forth for a few minutes,
willing someone to come out and help me. After what felt like an eternity, I
finally walked over and knocked on the door on the other side of the window.
"Hello?
Is anyone still here?"
"Hello?"
A small voice rang through the window next to me.
"Hi, I
need to find out how to transfer schools?"
"I'm
sorry, you need to what?"
Was this
girl stupid? She looked to be in her late thirties, and I couldn't imagine that
she could be that dumb as to not understand what I was saying.
"I need
to find out how to transfer schools." I made sure I said the sentence nice
and slow, so she could better understand me. It wasn't rocket science for
cryin' out loud.
"Ok,
but are you sure about that?"
Ugh, was
this girl gonna give me a break or what? "Look, I need to get back to
Texas, and I
settled into my expression as I gave a small wave back as I sped up to get to
the end of town. I wasn't sure if I was suppose to know this guy, but he sure
seemed to act like he knew me.
I shrugged
it off, as I made my way into the local market, buying up at least four-dozen
flowers. I knew I had been quite a pain in my grandparent's rears as of late,
and I knew flowers wouldn't make it all better, but it was a good start in the
right direction.
As I came
barreling out of the market, I practically ran right into the same guy I had
been stalking as I drove. Just before my face and bags of things hit the
ground, his strong muscular arm shot straight out, catching me and pulling me
up into his hard chest. I had my eyes squeezed tightly shut and was afraid to
open them, until I heard him clear his throat.
I peered up
through my long dark lashes and caught a sight of his piercing blue eyes
staring down at me.
"Are
you okay?"
The words
sat on the tip of my tongue, willing me to say them, but absolutely nothin'
came out of my mouth.
"The
strong silent type huh?"
A small
smile formed across my mouth before I realized just how closely he was still
holding me. I pushed off of his chest and scrambled to my feet. I felt off
balance and a little light headed, so I tried to keep my distance. I quickly
grabbed my keys out of my purse and started makin' my way over to my truck.
"You're
welcome." I heard him shout as I pulled open the door.
I waved and
drove home as fast as my truck would allow. A million different emotions were
raging through me and I was having a hard time sortin' out each of them. Part
of me felt guilty for letting another guy hold me that way, but another part of
me felt safe and wanted when he had his arms around me. Which in turn, made me
feel extremely uncomfortable and a little scared. A guy hadn’t touched me since
the incident with Wren, and I wasn't exactly sure how comfortable I felt having any guy touch me.
Chapter 9
Madison
"Glenn!"
I shouted across the field as loud as I could, but he was engrossed in some
stupid ass conversation with the other guys. "GLENN!"
He finally
heard me and came runnin' in my direction. "What's up?"
"I need
you to tell Coach I gotta go."
"Dude,
you know he's gonna want to know why. What's going on?"
"Just
cover for me please. I have to get to the admissions building before they close
for the day."
"Alright.
Call me when you're done."
"Will
do." I ran off the field, gathering up my bag as I passed it and made my
way to my truck. I threw my stuff in the back and pulled out of the parking lot
before Coach could have a chance to spot me. As I made my way around the
opposite side of campus where the admissions building sat, I could feel my
heart practically pounding out of my chest. I wasn't sure if what I was about
to do was the right thing, but I was doin' what my grandma had always told me.
I was followin' my heart. And my heart was back in Texas.
When I went
running in to the building, I had totally forgotten that I was still in my
practice uniform, cleats and all. I made my way over to the small glass window,
but saw no one on the other side. I paced back and forth for a few minutes,
willing someone to come out and help me. After what felt like an eternity, I
finally walked over and knocked on the door on the other side of the window.
"Hello?
Is anyone still here?"
"Hello?"
A small voice rang through the window next to me.
"Hi, I
need to find out how to transfer schools?"
"I'm
sorry, you need to what?"
Was this
girl stupid? She looked to be in her late thirties, and I couldn't imagine that
she could be that dumb as to not understand what I was saying.
"I need
to find out how to transfer schools." I made sure I said the sentence nice
and slow, so she could better understand me. It wasn't rocket science for
cryin' out loud.
"Ok,
but are you sure about that?"
Ugh, was
this girl gonna give me a break or what? "Look, I need to get back to
Texas, and I
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