That Boy

Lisa shows up with Katie. The two of them are dressed like they are going to some posh ski resort in Aspen or somewhere. Katie has on trendy furry boots, and Lisa has some sort of sparkly stuff on her cheeks. I swear they are such girly girls! It cracks me up! They keep working on making me that way, and apparently they've had some success because just the other day, I bought a pair of jeans with rhinestones on the pockets.

Mom loves them!

They also tell me that I must wear at least mascara and lip-gloss everyday.

So I do. And I am getting pretty proficient at eyeshadow, as well.

Did I mention that both of them decided to try out for cheerleading last year and made it?

Of course, I don't hold that against them. They both tried basketball with me as freshman, and it was kinda sad. I would much rather be a cheerleader than a benchwarmer too.

And they feel it has definitely raised their popularity factor.

They have Lisa's trunk open and are getting out what, upon first glance, appears to be full tailgating paraphernalia, but is really just two lounge chairs, a table, and a couple thermoses full of hot chocolate and, knowing them, a little peppermint schnapps.

Which will earn them bonus points with the boys.

I politely ask them if they would like to play with us, knowing full well, there's literally a snowball's chance in hell that they will. This is when Da

Well, actually there is a reason.

Lisa drives him nuts.

She really hoped once she became a cheerleader, she would have a shot at dating Da

Stranger things have happened.

So Da

Oh, sorry.

So I'm a tall girl, but Dillon is about 6'4”.

Yes, Mom was right. The boys finally caught up. Anyway, he's a full six inches taller than me so, aside from my being distracted by his cuteness, Da

And it's really pissing me off.

Soon, we are losing by a score of 21 - 28, and I'm left with just my socks and boots, snow pants, and swimsuit top.

Da

And well, you know what they say. Desperate times call for desperate measures, or maybe a little creativeness.

Dillon jumps up and catches the ball, but he lands just outside the out of bounds line.

Really! I swear.

Okay.

So my fingers might be crossed behind my back, but whatever.

I say, “No good. Out of bounds.”

“NO WAY!” Da

I shake my head at him. Dillon isn't exactly sure where he landed. I was really the only one who saw.

Da

“TD.” Da

Like that would ever happen, other than maybe in his dreams.

I walk up to him and hand him the football. “In your dreams, sweetie. He was out of bounds. No touchdown.”

“Prove it, because the field judge, me,” he smiles a fake smile, “saw him land in bounds.”

He is so competitive and a liar, I am sure. He couldn't have seen.

“Oh yeah? Well the line judge didn't have a clear view,” I say, nodding toward Phillip. “The side judge over there was watching the cheerleaders.” I point at Neil, who's flirting with Lisa and Katie. “And since there is no instant replay,” I smile an eat shit grin, “I'm just go

“It's only fair,” I add.

“You're a cheater,” Da

I raise my eyebrows at that boy and say, “Yeah, well that's better than being a liar.”

I mean, really, it is.

Phillip finally comes over to intervene, and I get my way. Yes!

We do the down over, and Da

I told you! He's after me!

But this time I'm expecting it, and I jump up as high as I can in front of Dillon and manage to just tip the ball away from him.

“That wasn't your fault, Dillon,” I tell him. “Da

Dillon is on my side instead of his teammate's on this one because all he has left on are his jeans and his boots, and he really doesn't want to give up a boot. I jog back up to mid field and tease Da

That boy gets a nasty look on his face, but then the look changes and he smiles a wide, slightly evil smile at me.

Devil Da

I glance at Lisa. She can barely contain her excitement. I mean this is what she has been out here braving the cold for. Da

Most of me wants to collapse in a fit of giggles, when he gets the shirt off and swings it above his head like a lasso. But I have to admit, when he takes his shirt off, even though I have seen it a million times, it kinda takes my breath away.

Just for a minute.

Somehow, he is still tan and the sweat on his naked chest glitters in the sun, just like it glitters in the snow all around him. Which shouldn't be that much of a surprise, really. I mean Da

God, he has a great chest!

I know Lisa, Katie, and I will discuss it in excruciating detail later. It's not even that Da

Don't even want to think about that.

I realize that Da

I stand there and grin at that boy. “Chilly, honey?”

“Absolutely not, Darling. You?”

We always pretend to love each other after a fight because it makes Phillip happy. In these games, it seems that Da

Later in the game, Da

Brandon wants to call the game, but Da

Regardless of the score.

I just smile, watching him trying to convince a freezing and shaking Brandon that he's not really cold. He tells him that it's all mental and to tough it out.

“No way, man. I can't take it any longer,” Brandon finally says.

Yay! We win!

Our team huddles up and we hoot, holler, and high five each other.