Chapter 4

Despite the fact that the need to touch her once more was present, I refrained from doing so. I maintained a spacing of approximately three inches between our legs by moving my foot in response to her movements so that I could keep the distance consistent.

I could tell that she had some muscle on her long, slender legs, but other than that, they were quite delicate. I was fighting the impulse to rise up from my chair and run my hand over her thigh as soon as she walked in the room. There was no reason to rush things with a hen that was plainly inexperienced. Perhaps even a test of your mettle.

I could see that she was a little anxious, and I'm not sure if it was because I was so close to her or just because I kept leaning forward to stare at her the entire time we were in class. Bucher made many additional attempts to catch up to me, going so far as to question me about why I didn't have a pencil and where my book was located. I responded that I didn't require them and then noticed the female in front of me giving me a little bit of a dirty look.

I merely gave her a kind grin and a wink. She showed a knowing smirk.

Yes...this is most obviously a test.

As class was over, I remained seated at my desk while she hurriedly gathered her belongings and stuffed them into her backpack.

“So…

Ruth's tilt skin," I remarked. Where in the world are you from?

As she rose to her feet, her response was "Very hilarious." “Minneapolis.”

I looked at her with a pleasant smile and remarked, "You must adore the nice weather here."

"Not really," you say. Absolutely nonchalant response. She did not provide any other information either. I went with her as she left the classroom and proceeded down the hallway.

I continued, "Enjoy it while you can, for the wet season is just around the corner." Because she did not respond to me, I continued. "Which of your classes do you have after that?"

“Calculus.”

"Are you familiar with the location of the math hall?"

She came to a halt in the hallway and turned her gaze towards me.

"Is there some specific reason you are being good to me?" she questioned. "I really appreciate it."

Damn.

"You're not too complicated, are you?"

"What a complete and total jerk you were on Friday."

The response I gave was, "You caught me at a horrible time." At the very least, that much of it was accurate. She gave me a stern look before turning her back on me and beginning to walk away. "What's up, Ruth?"

She gave me the evil eye in return.

"The math hall is located in this direction." I turned around and pointed behind me in the other direction that she was heading. She came to a complete halt and let out a long sigh. "C'mon, now. I'll demonstrate to you"

Before she began to eventually follow me, there was a little pause during which she appeared to deliberate.

While she was stuffing a piece of paper into her book bag, she whispered, "This map is useless."

I merely gave her a friendly grin and guided her down the corridor.

I asked Ruth, "So, why weren't you here for the first week of school?" since I was curious about her absence.

"I recently moved here," was her response to my question. "It was somewhat of a spur of the moment decision."

"What brought you here in the first place?"

"Here is where my dad lives," she said.

"A little more info?" I prodded. I rounded the corner and headed down the next hallway, continuing to keep an eye on her the entire time. She let out one more audible sigh at that point.

"My mother just obtained a new profession as a writer, and it requires a significant amount of travel on her part. Coming here was the only option that made any kind of sense for me. She is very focused on her professional life."

"Sounds like a blast." The art of sarcasm is a thing of great beauty. It was totally unintentional, but I unintentionally brushed my hand against her arm.

She went on to say, "I couldn't be happier for her." It's a perfect fit for what she had in mind.

I remarked, "Yes, I can definitely tell how excited you are." I could see by the look on her face that I was correct.

"It will only be for the next 12 months." She gave a shrug in response, and then we turned the next bend. Once more, my arm brushed against hers. The first bell rung, and she looked around as she heard other children rushing into their respective classrooms after hearing the ringing. "Aren't you supposed to be at class right now?"

I informed her that I had practice after the last bell of the day.

"Are you going to be late?"

“Maybe.?

? I couldn't help but grin as I watched her lip slide back in between her teeth. Holy hell, that was sizzling. I had the idea in my head that there might be some other uses for that lip.

She said, "What the heck happened to your eye?"

I brought my hand up to my forehead and delicately brushed it across the wound that was situated directly above my right eye. That wasn't a terrible one, but it was unmistakable nonetheless.

I answered with a smile that was only half there, "Run into a door."

She responded by saying "That's a lame story."

"How about we hold these fights in underground cages then?" I recommended. She did not stop glaring at me the whole time. It wasn't as if I was going to tell her what had actually taken place, so I just made something up that was completely stupid. "In reality, I was taking on bears in a wrestling match."

"You are such a lying piece of garbage."

As we rounded another corner, I changed the subject of the conversation to something else and started asking her questions, and then we headed back in the direction of the math building. She cast a hurried glance in every direction, and her eyes became wild.

She yelled out in excitement, "Here is where we started!"

"Yes, I guess that would be the case." As the second bell rang, I stifled a laugh despite my best efforts. I indicated the exit by pointing to the far wall. The calculator is sitting right there.

"What the hell is going on?" she shrieked. "I'm so behind schedule!"

I looked at her with a questioning eyebrow rise and added, "Just tell Ms Jones you were with me." As she looked up at me, the fire in her eyes did not seem to have subsided.

She yelled at him, "You are a jerk!" before turning on her heel and running into the room where mathematics was taught.

After a brief giggle, I got up and went out to the field.

There is nothing quite like a good workout in the pouring rain.

I gave a vigorous shake of my head, which caused water to fly in every direction, but it had no effect. Both Holder Jerry and Coach Wagner were shooting shots at the goal while Tripp Fred was getting yelled at by Coach Wagner. He wasn't really making an effort to the degree that he should have been, and I hadn't forgotten any of them.

"You suck!" I couldn't hold it in any longer and yelled at him through the pouring rain. "Why don't you give it a shot at least?"

It worked, and he came dangerously close to sneaking one by me. After having a conversation with Wagner, the new guy, who we later found out was named Ethan, ran up.

He told Jerry, "Coach wants you," and Jerry nodded. While Holder made his escape, Ethan kept a wary eye on me.

I told him to "Quit with the freak out" and he listened. You didn't swallow my cock, so you're still going to mature into a man even though you were a baby when I gave it to you. Now, all you have to do is fucking kick the ball, all right?

After a moment of silence, he nodded. He took a few shots to warm up, and I had to agree that the kid did have a great leg on him. He took a couple of shots. In a few years, he'll have improved quite a bit and be an asset. I watched the movement of his legs as he kicked, paying attention to the angles and the tension in the muscles of his thighs and calves.

I beckoned for you to approach. Ethan took a brief pause before proceeding to gently approach the target area on foot. You are compromising your leverage because your knee is bending just before you make contact with the ball.

After I explained what I meant to him and had him practice a couple of shots, he nodded his head and acknowledged that he was generating greater power these days. Before calling it a day, Coach Wagner gathered us all together for a speedy scrimmage that was our last activity of the day. Riana approached me before I could make it to the locker rooms, so I went back to the main area instead.

"What's up, Tom?" She smiled broadly.

I responded by saying, "It's Williams." The abbreviated form of my name was something I didn't particularly like, and I especially disliked it when women thought it made me seem cute or cutesy in some way. I kept walking.

"Well, I take it you're aware that the dance after this one is the Sadie Hawkins dance, right?"

“Is it?”

In order for her to keep up with me, she literally had to run in the rain. She chortled and then instructed me to calm down. I inhaled a long, slow breath, and then moved my head to gaze at her. She continued to smile up at me despite the raindrops that were falling off her face, her hair, and the mascara that was pouring under her eyes. She had the appearance of a zombie who had just stepped off the set.

“Well?” She flitted her eyelids at me in a flirtatious manner.

"All right, and what?"

"Would you like to join us at the dance tonight?"

"Whom do you speak?"

"Well...how are you?" Her tone changed, and I felt compelled to give my head a slight shake. How unfortunate. She genuinely did not have a clue. It baffles me how she could have spent her whole life in this area and attended this school for more than a decade without gaining a grasp of how things function in this community. I am listening to what you have to say. You put out. I find someone else. The end of the tale. In most cases, yes. Since I hadn't truly seen her without clothes on, there was still some promise there, and perhaps that was what she was really offering—a chance to really screw her.