Temporarily Mine

5

JOSEPHINE

Having Leadership first period is as equally awesome as it sucks.

Now that the voting is over and the class president and what have you has been picked, most of our time will be put into event planning, prep, or tear down, meaning most of our days will be spent outside of the classroom. The weather here is typically on the chillier side, so it's a lot of hoodies and iced coffees all year long.

Thankfully, I had dance this morning and my blood is already pumping and I can manage staying warm while we wait for the sun to eat up all the coastal fog.

"How the hell did we get stuck with the worst job when we did the most work to set this shit up?" Andrew laughs as he moves along the fence line, peeling the tape left over from the campaign posters we just got done tearing down.

I grin. "I know, and whoever tied these stupid ribbons made them so tight, I can hardly get the damn scissors beneath the material. I've only made it through the V. At this rate, they'll be a lone T.E left on the fence tomorrow."

Andrew sets his trash bag down, pulls off his gloves and throws them inside before walking my way.

"Here." He rubs his hands on his jeans, gently reaching for the scissors. "Why don't we switch for a little bit."

"Are you sure, you basically already did the hard part."

"What kind of guy would I be if I let you struggle when I can do it for you?" He grins, flashing a smile that's almost too perfect.

"Okay," I tease. "No need to lay it on thick."

He laughs, moving his attention to the ribbons, so I grab his bag and follow along the fence.

He really did get two times as much done as I did.

Like me, Andrew joined the leadership team freshman year, so between now and then, there've been dozens of opportunities for me to make a move on him, but I always chicken out. At the end of the day, it's simple. I can't gauge the guy.

Today is a perfect example. He's been talking nonstop, laughing and smiling and teasing, but it's not anything new. He's always friendly when we work together, flirty to the point of being cheesy sometimes, but I'm pretty sure it's a part of his personality.

He likes attention, loves making girls smile or blush. It can be someone's first day, and his turn as welcoming committee and he acts the same toward them, but it's only ever while he's in class or when we're doing class-related work outside of it.

In any other setting, it's a friendly smile or nod and that's it.

And there lies the problem, his assumed interest only lasts from one bell to the next.

I get to the end of the fence, stepping out from behind the bleachers and pause.

Alone on the field and running full speed from the opposite end I'm standing, Hero flies yard for yard. Every ten or so he spins or does some fancy footwork and slants one way only to go to the next, until he's breezing past me to the end zone, where he slows, only to dart back the way he came.

He stops at the fifty, doing a little roll as if he'd just dove over an invisible defender coming for his legs, and then hops up, jumping from one foot to the other and a light laugh leaves me.

So he practices his showboating moves.

Why is he even out here? Weight training was zero period, he should be in class by now.

He reaches up, stretching his arms over his head before folding them behind it.

Andrew slides into view in the same second, blocking Hero from me completely.