Chess Club conflicted with Jenna’s first tennis match, and I hated to miss seeing her play. I won my match but I decided to quit chess club; watching Jenna was way more important to me. I hurried over to the courts, which were on the other side of the stadium, in case she had one of the later matches. A few games were still going on, but Jenna wasn’t anywhere. Cell phones weren’t legal on campus, but I decided to risk a text:

Where are you?

Mark, you’re the only one I know who writes everything out.

OK. Where R U?

No, I love when you write things out.

Okay. Where are you?

You’re so funny!

Jenna! I’m at the tennis courts and you’re not here.

I’m in the library watching a boring chess game. I hear you won.

I did, but the other guy wasn’t very good. Anyway I quit.

You quit? How come?

I don’t want to ever miss watching you play tennis again.

You won’t.

Great! When’s your next match?

Never. I got kicked off the team.

Really? Did you play that bad?

No. I played good. I won six love six love.

Then how come you got kicked off the team?

Inappropriate panties.

Huh?

I wasn’t wearing school color panties.

They kicked you off for that?

Actually I wasn’t wearing any panties.

You weren’t?

And I wasn’t about to dye my pussy hair teal.

That might have been fun.

Mark, the library’s empty now. Come on up. I can show you my inappropriate panties. You can show me your chess moves. You game?

My chess moves?

I want you to mate me, Mark.

By this time I was in the building. I took the stairs up to the library three at a time.