Page 2 of Jackson's Redemption
Tonight, I would take a shower and beat off to the image of her bent over in those shorts. Or the other fantasy I always had of her. The one where I took her on stage in front of the entire high school so that everyone could see that I was fucking Kate Lazio. And they would know that I wasn’t Marco’s little brother who came fromthat Warner family.
That I was Jackson Warner and I was going to be someone someday.
“Shit!”
I heard the scream and whipped around. Kate was laid out on the track holding on to her ankle. I ran toward her and dropped down in front of her not sure what the hell to do.
“Are you all right?”
Her face was scrunched up in pain.
“Okay, forget that,” I said. “You’re not all right. What can I do to help?”
“I didn’t see the starting block on the track and tripped over it and twisted my ankle,” she hissed through a clenched jaw.
“You think it might be broken?”
Her eyes got big. “Don’t say that! It can’t be broken. I have too much stuff happening right now to worry about a broken ankle.”
“Let me see,” I told her.
She eyed me warily. “What do you know about broken ankles?”
I grunted. “Not much, but I’ll be able to see how bad it’s swelling, which will give us an idea.”
Cautiously, she removed her hands from around her ankle. As gentle as I could, I circled my fingers around the ankle.
Holy Shit. I was touching Kate Lazio!
“There,” I said, putting just a hint of pressure on it. “Does that hurt?”
“Not too much.”
“I think if it was broken, it would hurt. Let’s see if you can put any weight on it.” I stood then and offered her a hand. She took it, and I pulled her up although she was keeping most of her weight on her other leg.
“Come closer,” she told me, and I obeyed.
She put her arm around me and I tried not to be conscientious about how boney my shoulders were.
“Okay, try to put a little weight on it.”
She did, but she hissed again. “It hurts, but I think it’s just a sprain. I need to get to my car.”
I had this other fantasy in that moment that I could pick her up and carry her in my arms all the way to her car. Like some action hero in a movie. But I knew, given her height and my lack of physical prowess, I had no shot. All I could do was put my arm around her waist, with her other arm over my boney shoulders, and help her limp off the track to where her car was parked in front of the school.
“Thank you for doing this,” she said, as I tried to take as much of her weight as possible.
“No problem.” Right. I was in fucking heaven being this close to her. Feeling her in some way all along my body.
“I guess you go to school here.”
“Yep. Senior.” I thought about telling her my plan. Community college, Arizona State, graduate school. That I wanted to be a geologist. That I wanted to travel the globe studying the earth and what it’s made of. That I wanted to get out of this town. That I wanted to be the type of guy Kate would date someday.
“Oh, so you’re only two grades below me. You looked younger than that.”
Because I was a fucking bean pole who couldn’t eat enough food to keep up with my height. I didn’t say anything to that.
“Do you run track?”
