Prompted by: Anna
“No way I’m doing THAT!”
“You know I’m too shy.”
“I dare you.”
“Are you being serious?”
I glare at my best friend. “What are you? Five?”
“I double dare you.”
“You’re five,” I mutter, rolling my eyes. “I’m an adult.”
“You’re not an adult. You’re chicken shit.”
“Adult chicken shit.”
“Baby chicken shit.”
She’s right. It’s true. I AM chicken shit. Not the adult kind either.
“And you’re gonna regret it if you don’t.”
She’s right about that too. I’m the queen of regret. I rule the kingdom of regret. With an iron fist.
But not today.
Today, I grit my teeth. Wipe my hands on my jeans. Because, yes, my palms are clammy. Stand up from the bleachers. Wobble slightly. Because, yes, my knees are shaky. Take a deep breath. Then another. Because, yes, I might pass out. Make my way toward the track field. Slow as molasses. Because, yes, I’m still chicken shit. BABY chicken shit.
He’s sitting on the grass.
I stop in front of him.
His bronzed skin glistens with sweat.
I lick my lips – I’d much rather lick him – and open my mouth to speak…
He beats me to it. “Sure took you long enough.”
His voice is low. “You’ve been staring at me.”
His gaze remains downcast. “The entire practice.”
He pauses for a second. “Because of my leg.”
His hands slide the prosthetic limb off. “Right?”
He finally looks up at me. With the world’s most beautiful eyes. “Why, then?”
I smile and say, “Because you have the world’s most beautiful eyes.”
Slowly, he smiles back…
And you know what?
He has the world’s most beautiful smile too.
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