Gail or Cerri? For Whom the Bell Tolls
At 6:15 PM, I was in the crowded, noisy gym locker room. Tonight was our first football game of the season, and we were donning our uniforms.
Van hustled in, late as usual. “Matt, I talked to Gail again.”
“Drop it,” I said
Van pulled on his socks. “Maybe you could ask her to Homecoming next month.”
I laughed, “You kiddin’ me? Besides I already asked Cerri.”
“Oh, man, she’s hot, but dumber than a bag of marbles. Give Gail a call.”
I pulled my jumper down over my shoulder pads. “Van, what is it between you and Gail? If you’re that into her you ask her out.”
Van was quiet for a few heartbeats, then said, “Maybe I will.”
The coach shouted. “All right guys, you have been trained….”
Saved by the coach, I thought, listening to the same speech he gives every game. I looked over at Van, seated on the bench, his hands between his knees, studying the floor.
I reached out and punched him, whispering, “Wake up buddy the coach is giving one of his ‘you guys are the best’ speeches.”