Golden
Boy
chapter
three
Brooklyn
I survived day one of senior year. I was headed out to the
parking lot to meet Mackenzie at her car. Mackenzie Benson has
been my best friend since the sixth grade. It was one of those
things you don't really know how you became friends but you
just feel like you always have been. That was me and Mackenzie. I
knew Mackenzie was probably still walking to her locker, even
though most people were finishing up and leaving school, she
doesn't feel the need to rush. So I waited outside her car by
myself. As I waited Drew Mazz, Jack Elliot, and Vinny walked by.
I didn't want to look at any of them but I felt one of them
looking at me. So I glanced up to see Vinny looking at me. Ugh. I
purposely looked away and thankfully saw Mackenzie heading my
way.
"Girl open the doors." I called out. I saw her fish
into her bag.
BEEP BEEP.
I swung the door open quick and didn't bother looking back to
see if he was still looking at me. I didn't want to know. I
didn't care. Mackenzie finally joined me in the car.
"Hey girlie, how was your day?"
Normally we wouldn't have to ask this question because our
schedules had aligned since freshman year. Wouldn't it be
that senior year that we have not a single class together.
"Well my days starts, goes on and finishes with the
"Golden Boy." I said.
"Get out! Vinny's in all your classes?"
"Every single one."
"Thats crazy. I'm sorry. Maybe he'll just stay out
of your way."
"He's been staring at me all day. Its creeping me
out."
"Did you ever think maybe he still cares?"
My jaw dropped. Mackenzie knew better than to talk about this.
Vinny made it perfectly clear freshman year the thing that was
more important to him. It was baseball. Relationships and people
don't matter to him.
"Don't even say that. Kenzie you know how he is. He
doesn't do relationships. He just plays baseball and hooks up
with girls."
"Brooklyn."
"Mackenzie please just don't."
I flipped her the visor in the car down. I didn't want to
hear her talk about how he did like me, how he did care, how
baseball wasn't more important that it was just important. I
didn't want to hear it because it wasn't true. Did he
like me? Maybe. Did he care? Maybe. Was baseball more important
than me? Absolutely was. Vinny was always going to car more about
baseball than girls. I took a minute to look at myself. Despite
how I was feeling at the moment my eyes looked bright, I still
had a nice tan going from the summer, and my hair looked good
long and straight. I maybe only be five foot three compared to my
blonde five foot six blue eyed best friend,I was cute. I could
get a guy right? Maybe it was time to start trusting boys again.
Maybe it was time to move on.
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ArtLover · 1 decade ago
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omg i love this story <3