Dance of the Field

I find Sammy outside, she turns around and looks at me.' "So, want to tell me what's going on with you and the hottie soccer player?" 

I shoot her a look. "Nothing's going on. We just, talked."

She raises her eyebrow at me, clearly not buying it. "Girl, He was practically glued to you. You can't tell me you didn't notice how he was ogling you before he talked to you?" I go beat red at that. "Okay, okay, I'm done teasing you." She drags me back inside with her into the kitchen, most likely looking for a drink without alcohol. "You going to do something bout it? He's obviously interested. I mean the man went on YouTube and watched you dance! C'mon your life is so boring, some romance might spice it up!"

"Hey! My life isn't boring!" She gives me a look that says don't even start. "Okay, maybe my life is a bit boring. But that's because I'm always busy." Which isn't a total lie.

I mean maybe, I could make some time to hangout with him. But is it worth it? Could I really have something with Mason? Or am I just reading into it because Sammy is making such a big deal out of it? I mean, sure, he's cute, but he probably just thinks my dancing is nice, the same way I think his skills on the soccer field are awesome. It may not even mean anything.

"Sammy, I don't know. What if he's just being nice? He could just be trying to make a new friend." I grab a soda from the cooler for me and Sammy.

She pops her soda open and takes a sip out of it before responding. "Okay, first of all, stop calling me Sammy."

"Okay, Sammy." I smirk at her when she gets an annoyed look on her face.

"I get why you might think that, but guys do not look at girls like the way he did unless they're interested. And second, take a damn risk for once? You used to always be the risky one, and then you stopped." The reminder of what I used to be like worsens my mood, she must have realized because her face softens and she gives me a hug

"If you ever need to talk or just need a shoulder to cry on, I'm here. Never forget that." When my mom died, she was there for me every step of the way. Sammy hugs me, it's moments like these that reminded me how good of a friend she is, even if she has a tendency to push me out of my comfort zone.

"Thanks, Sammy, I know you've always got my back." I lean into her shoulder

She pulls away and gives me a soft shove. "Stop calling me Sammy, you know I hate it. Anyways" She rolls her eyes In a teasing way that makes me smile "I'm not trying to pressure you, just don't let fear stop you from living a little, okay? Now let's go to the back outside before someone comes inside here and overhears you obsessing over mason."

"I'm not obsessed!" I shout at her which makes nearby people stare, but the music is so loud that not a lot of people stare. Once we get outside we talk for a while and then her parents call her, asking her to pickup her sister from her friend's house.

"Okay I guess we have to leave early, you got your stuff?" She looks at me patiently.

"Actually I think I'm going to stay here. I can walk from here."

"Okay, text me if you need anything." She walks away while smirking at me and hops the fence before I could say bye. Sometimes I wonder why she doesn't do anything normal. 

"Why doesn't she just go inside and out the front door like a normal person?" I recognize the voice behind me instantly.

And it belongs to a soccer player named Mason.