Date: Mon, 12 Jun 2000 12:21:29 -0400 From: author@suprax.net Subject: Taylor 1 I paid the old grumpy casher, and left the lunch line. I quickly spotted an empty table, and walked/ran to grab a seat. The upper classmen always asked me to sit with them. I didn't know if they wanted to sell me drugs or what. I sat down and made sure I was at the right angle to get a look at Blake. "Michael Blake Anderson", I wisperd, and stared at the beautiful jock. He looked up and caught my stare. I quickly looked away, and when I looked back he was smiling at me. I didn't know what to make of it, and concentrated more on my lunch. I looked back up to where Blake was, and got a moment's stare before the bell rang. I remembered that I needed to get a project that was due out of my locker. I suppose I will take this chance to describe myself. My name is Taylor, I'm very shy, and a lot of things scare me. At the time I was 5' 5" and was 13 years old. I have dark brown hair, with dark green eyes. I was pretty late getting back from my locker so I picked up the pace. I thought I dropped a paper and looked back, and I ran right into you know who, Blake. I fell backwards as I hit that big piece of meat, and landed on my butt hard. Blake tried to help me up, but I brushed away his hand, and got up and walked away. I didn't want to touch the person that I lusted over, I might have going crazy. I was having some trouble walking, and I started to fall over, and to my surprise Blake caught me. "I'll take you to the nurse", He said. He picked me up and I cuddled into him. I figured I would get as much of him as I could. I was scared of becoming hard, but my bottom hurt enough that I didn't think I would have a problem. All too soon we reached the nurse, and I was laid down on one of those wonderful school cots. The nurse checked me over, and said I probably just pulled a muscle, and that she would call my mom to have her pick me up. Then Blake came over. "I'm sorry", he said. I looked down at the floor and said, "No, no. Its ok". I was hoping he would leave but I didn't know why. He sat down next to me. "You think your gonna be ok", he asked. "Yeah, sure. I should be fine", I looked at him this time. His eyes were beautiful. Blake was the Middle School Quarterback. He was 5' 9' of pure solid meat. I figured I was staring too long and looked back at the floor. "So, do you like any sports?" I was really starting to wonder why he kept picking at me. I never had anyone talk to me, and I wasn't sure how to reply to his questions is a "cool" way. "I, I, I kind of like soccer", I stuttered. I hoped my mom would get here soon. I don't know where she was we only lived a block away from the school. "Oh, cool, maybe we could play sometime, would you like that?" I looked up and gave Blake a quick smile, and looked back down towards the floor. I was relieved to see my mother walk in, she smiled at the both of us and walked over. The nurse explained my dilemma, and told her to put some ice on my leg and behind. My mom than thanked Blake, and asked him for his phone number so that she could call Blake's mom and tell her how Blake helped me. Blake offered to carry me to my mother's car, and of course my mother accepted. I was again greeted by his jock musk, and did my best to conceal that I was enjoying it. Blake placed me in the car, and buckled me up. He waved bye as we drove off. My mom started talking about how nice it was of him to help me. I was happy cause I thought that I had finally made a friend, the coolest boy in eighth grade I must add. But I wasn't sure if he were just doing it so he wouldn't get in trouble. Tomorrow would tell. Email me at author@suprax.net