Chapter 2: The Game

I had to park in a fairly remote parking lot of the high school since it was so late in the game and pretty much the whole world was already at the game hours ago. I was kind of surprised when another car pulled in next to me as I was getting out of mine. I locked up my car and started the trek over to the stadium where I could already hear the crowd cheering and the muffled sound of the announcer calling the game over the lousy sound system that the school had. You could barely tell what the guy was saying when you were in the stadium, let alone where I was in the parking lot.

As I started walking, a girl got out of the other car that had just pulled up. She saw me look over as she started walking in the same direction I was headed. After a few steps she was closer to me and as we walked under one of the few lights in the parking lot I got a better look at her. I recognized who it was. She was a sophomore from my computer class. We actually never talked to each other before, but recognized each other from class. As she fell in beside me on our walk to the game I figured that this was a good time to introduce myself.

"You're Leslie, right?" I asked. "I think we're in Multimedia 1 together."

"Yeah," she giggled. "I recognize you from class."

"I'm Jeff, by the way."

"I knew that," she giggled again. "It's not that big a class"

"Just making sure you knew," I said. "I didn't want to be rude."

"Thanks. Mind if I walk over to the game with you?"

"Not at all. I thought I was the only one getting here this late."

She told me that she had been stuck at home arguing with her mom about something and was really pissed that she couldn't get out of there until just then. I went on to fill her in about my exciting job and how thrilled I was about getting off work at nine o'clock on a Friday night.

We had a friendly-enough conversation on the walk over to the stadium, but nothing that I would write home about. To tell the truth, I really hadn't ever paid that much attention to Leslie in class. She was petite and dark haired. Not unattractive in a girl-next-door kind of way, but at my age my eyes were just drawn to the girls with bigger tits. I couldn't help it. I had raging teenage hormones. Leslie was probably about the female equivalent of me. She was pretty average in terms of status, looks, etc, and she was pretty shy with the guys from what I had seen of her in class. I had just never really given her much thought.