toes.
“ I hope so.” I said. Clay gave me a coy smile. “Oh, I know so.” He replied.
Chapter Five
If I could have cut off my legs, I would have. Every muscle from the waist down ached and I couldn't suppress the groan as I sat down at my usual lunch table. Rachel looked up from her phone and tried to hide the smile on her face.
“ What?” I growled, slowly swinging my legs around as I situated myself oh, so carefully. Rachel spooned some pudding into her mouth and shook her head. “Nothing.” She mumbled around her food. I glared at her. Daniel wasn't so discrete. “Why are you moving like an old lady, Mags? You look ridiculous.” I picked up a potato chip and chucked it at him.
“ Coach Kline made me run this morning because I didn't show up for practice a couple of days this week. He was kind of pissed.” I leaned down and rubbed my calf muscles, trying to alleviate the burning sensation.
I understood why Coach was mad. I was his star runner and I had disappointed him. We had our first meet coming up on Friday and I had blown off practice three times this week. I felt guilty for shirking on my responsibility. But, I couldn't regret using the time to get to know Clay instead.
We had gone “exploring” a few more times. We had gone hiking at Crooked Run National Park, played mini golf in Warminster and seen a movie at the IMAX theater in Charlottesville. I loved spending time with Clay. For the first time, my life felt interesting, exhilarating even.
I found myself doing things and trying things that I never would have done before. Like eating Thai food and watching a foreign movie with subtitles. Okay, that may not seem like a lot...but I would never have thought to do any of that stuff until Clay came along.
“ You blew off practice? Seriously?” Daniel asked incredulously. Rachel looked out the window behind her. “Is it snowing?” She asked in mock surprise. “Hardee, har, har, you two.” I got what they were saying. Me doing something outside of my norm was unheard of. I went along, doing my thing, not deviating. Which is why until three weeks ago, I was hopelessly and utterly bored.
Now...well, I looked forward to getting out of bed.
“ Where the heck have you been slinking off to then?” Daniel seemed really confused by this. I understood his surprise. Typically if I wasn't at a) school, or b) home, I was with he and Rachel. Me developing a life outside of them was just weird. Like the earth had been thrown off of it's axis.
“ Well, I...” I started, but was cut off by a voice behind me. “Mind if I sit with you guys?” I turned around- (very carefully of course, sore muscles here-) and saw Clay standing there with his lunch tray. He gave me a small smile, his eyes flicking to Rachel and Daniel.
This was the first time I had seen him in the cafeteria since the Paul Delawder incident. I quickly looked at my friends. Rachel had her mouth hanging open and Daniel was frowning. Neither of them spoke. Geesh. Rude much?
I pulled out the chair beside me. “Have a seat.” Clay sat down and put his tray on the table. He looked at me. Just like every time our eyes met, I felt my face flush. I swallowed and then turned to Rachel and Daniel. “Rachel, Daniel, this is Clay. Clay these are my friends Rachel Bradfield and Daniel Lowe.” Clay gave them a shy smile. “Hey.”
Neither of my friends said anything. They seemed to be a bit taken aback by Clay's appearance at our table. How humiliating! “Say hi, you two. Or he'll think you never learned to talk.” I rolled my eyes and Clay smiled tightly. I could tell he was uncomfortable.
Rachel blinked rapidly, the way she did when she was