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Amber's Heart Part 11
Iâ??m ready again guys! Just my luck, I changed into my P.E. clothes. Me: Jan, Pam, why werenâ??t you guys with us today? They were just coming to change into their clothes also, laughing it up. Pamela: (through laughs) We were helping Mr. Zwilcker put up the Periodic Table. Me: Didnâ??t yâ??all already learn it? Pamela: I donâ??t know, half of the students donâ??t even listen to him half the time. Me: Oh. I wasnâ??t comfortable, our coaches told us we were going to be starting on another sport, wrestling. We just finished volleyball, which I really got a kick out of. Coach Carter: Okay guys and gals, wrestling isnâ??t to be some rough, sexual game, itâ??s coordination. Just think about us going on our camping trip the last week of November. What if there bears or moose, if they try to attack one of you, youâ??ll be able to dominate their weight. Kendall: But isnâ??t moose in cold arctic places? Coach Carter: Not the point, Dawson! Me: But Coach, the last week is Thanksgiving. On the 28th, right? Coach Carter: Yes, thatâ??s true Amber. Lloyd: (startling sat behind me) What, never spent a holiday without family and friends? Me: (I turned around, eyes squinting) Something like that. Coach Carter: Weâ??re going to give all of you brochures. Our other 11th grade class is going to get one after class, also. Michael, Iâ??m guessing, had to push Lloyd aside, came behind me and wrapped his arms and legs around my figure. He kissed my cheek softly, and stayed close to me throughout the instructing time when the girl, Coach Carter, wrestled the beefy champion winner of wrestling, three years in the row, Ethan Quill. Coach won anyways. Coach Carter: Now thatâ??s to show you anything can be possible in wrestling. Ethan is well over 250 pounds, if not higher. Heâ??s athletic, and a heavy set player, so itâ??s only natural. Iâ??m 160, ninety pounds more than I am. Me: (whispering to myself) Iâ??m not even that much. One-ten maybe; not much more. Mike laughed a little and kissed my cheek again. Coach Carter: Okay, most of the boys in this class weighs more and is a lot stronger. Heather: Hey! Coach Carter: Well. (shrugged) You never know though. We want to get you guys out your comfort zones. So, not only is the partners going to be coed, thereâ??s going to be different shapes, sizes, and colors. We laughed. Then we were grouped together, one gender on one side of the line, the other on the other side. We were sitting, huddled and laughing. I wanted Michael. His big eyes showed excitement. We havenâ??t been that close yet. Coach Barnes: (deep voice) Priscilla, who do you want as a partner? Priscilla Mayhem weighed a lot too, and she was a jock, like Ethan. Priscilla: I want him. She was pointing at this small nerd named Warren Black, known by the rest as Waldo. Coach Barnes: You heard her. He looked at her, with his curly orange hair and got up reluctantly. She gripped her arm around his shoulders, grinning widely. Wow, was all I thought. It just kept going back and forth. A boy picked a girl, and then a girl picked a boy, then when the next boy picked a girl, that was Lloyd picking me. I looked at him, eyes full of confusion. Lloyd: Yeah, you. His smile was so contagious. I smiled back, feeling the heat on my cheeks. I got up with a slight bounce. Cutting my sudden happiness was Mike. He gave a hopeful smirk, but I could tell he was automatically jealous. I was hoping for some telepathically way, stating we had to pick diverse persons, and he really wasnâ??t because I was beginning to know him so well. We got in our area to start stretching. Lloyd: You were surprised when I chose you. It wasnâ??t a question, but a spiteful remark. Me: Yeah. After I reached my arms to stretch out, I did my legs too. Then I had to lie down on my back and the other gender had to pull my leg muscles back. Lloyd stretched a little longer than necessarily. Me: Kay Lloyd, I think Iâ??m good now. He let go, then in a swift moment, he had me back to my feet. Me: How much do you weigh? I asked astonished Lloyd: 130, most from muscle and eating right. Me: Oh. We went on a mat, and did some moves Coach Carter demonstrated with Ethan. I ended up falling a few times at first. The third time, Lloyd pretended he felled also, and our noses touched briefly. His thumb rubbed my side, and he stroked one time, leaving my feeling exposed. He went to my ear, and said: Ssh, you donâ??t want Muscle coming out, now do you. He smirked and got up. I knew one thing for sure, that had to be split in twoâ??there might just be a Team Michael and Team Lloyd now. I wasnâ??t sure which one I wanted to side with. I loved Michaelâ??s skinniness. His muscles never interfered with me being close to him. But Lloyd was a lot stronger. Not necessarily when it came to music, but he was swifter on his feet. I need a sign! I couldnâ??t give up on yâ??all. I just needed to think of something, thank the Lord I did. I know this one was a lot shorter, but I wanted to keep you thinking. :?(
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