The Guy Who Gave Up His Jersey

All Rights Reserved ©

The Guy Who Gave Up His Jersey (2)

The Guy Who Gave Up His Jersey (2)

    “What's so wrong with Alejandro hitting on you?” Demi asked as she took the cup of tea from the tray.

    “Gee, I don’t know. Maybe it’s something to do with the fact that he hits on the entire female population at school,” I snapped at her, sliding the cups down to my friends.

      After I left school, I went to my mom’s café fuming. I helped her around until school let out. To my surprise, my friends decided to come over for a break, as well. Besides, Gabriela, Demi and Olive were my best friends. They were like me; they knew the Playbook by memory. If we wanted to, we could  bring down the players.

        I glanced over at the massive clock hanging on the opposite wall. It was five minutes until six, which meant that in an hour or two, I could take off. The tables weren't all that busy, and only a couple of people actually wanted to drink something. Most of them were either on their phones or using their laptops.

     I decided to take a break and sit down for a couple of minutes with the girls.

     “But then again, Alejandro isn’t the type of guy who hits on girls. Girls hit on him and he just plays along,” Gabriela noted, sipping on her tea.

      Olive whipped her head around to face Gabriela.

    “You have a really good point there. He doesn’t hit on girls on his own. He waits for them to come to him,” Olive agreed.

               Olive was the short, quiet, honest girl in the group. She tried her best to keep out of  the whole game that was going on, but every now and then, she stepped in.

     Olive was the Head Master of the Letterman jackets. Every time we had a new guy come in, she gave them their corresponding white jacket. Then after the little pricks went along with their business with the female population, Olive changed the jackets in accordance to the color.

       Demi picked up her black long hair and tied it back into a bun. She and Olive looked so much alike, they could pass by as sisters. It was actually the first thought that crossed my mind when I saw them. They were both short, with long, dark hair. Hell, they even had the same body shape. Sometimes I even get confused when they both have their backs to me.

       “But it still doesn’t explain why he's hitting on me!” I whined, plopping down on a chair.

     “Maybe he just wants to bang your brains out,” Demi blurted out, removing the spoon out of her mouth.

     We all turned around and looked at her, mouths wide open.

     “What? I would want to bang his brains out,” she responded.

     I gave her a weird side-long glance. Sometimes I wondered how I got stuck being friends with these girls.

           “Why don't you just play along? I personally think it would be fun,” Gabriela said, shrugging her shoulders.

   I ran my fingers through my black hair. “Fun? Every time I see him, I want to cut him!” I responded, aggravated.

        Just imagining his stupid smirk and the way he put his hands on me caused my blood to boil. Out of all the jerks in the entire school, Alejandro had to be the one pushing my buttons. The only reason I hadn’t smashed my fist into his pretty face was because the moment I did, I would have hundreds of girls hunting me down.

   “Why don’t you play with him?” I heard Demi say.

   We all brought our attention to her. She looked at us, sighing.

   “If we know he waits for girls to hit on him, that must mean he has some type of attraction to you, besides physical attraction. So use that against him. Make the player fall head over heels for you. Then, bam! Crush his heart into a million pieces.”

   We all stayed quiet, surprised at what Demi had suggested.

    Demi wasn’t an average girl. She could be extremely weird at times and at others, she was a genius. Her humor was a bit strange as well. Come to think of it, Demi was really odd. It was times like these that I questioned all of our sanity.

     “As wonderfully smart as that sounds, I pass,” I told her.

    “Why?” Gabriela demanded, “it’s a pretty good idea, actually. Play around with him and see how it goes. Show the player that not all girls are stupid.”

     I looked at them. They all nodded in agreement. Were they actually serious about this? I understood the guy used girls, but playing the same game to him wouldn’t make me any less of a jerk than he was.

     I shook my head in disagreement. “No way! I know how this is going to end. I’m going to end up falling in love with him, and then, he’s going to find out all the crap we planned, and it going to turn out all bad, and-” Olive covered my mouth.

    “Calm down, girl. You won’t fall in love with him. You know all the secrets he has up his sleeve. Or have you forgotten who your brother is?” she questioned me.

      Gabriela took the Playbook from my bag and put on the table. “From this point on, this is your god. You won't fall in love with him because every time you see his face, you want to smash it into a locker,” she chuckled, amused.

     “Speaking of the devil, here he comes,” Demi sighed, looking behind my head. The bell sounded, signaling that another customer entered the shop.

      I stood up, grabbed the tray and put it back where it belonged. Xavier walked up to my mom, giving her a quick peck on the cheek. Alejandro gave her a warm smile and they exchanged a hug. Her face stretched out into a huge smile when he started to ask how she'd been. My mom always liked Alejandro. Maybe playing around for a while wouldn’t be that bad, I mused.

     “Hey, grumpy.  I've heard that if you take a picture, it’ll last longer,” Alejandro snorted.

      I scrunched up my face in anger, but tried my best to relax it. “Sorry. I tried taking one the other day, and you ended up shattering the camera,” I shot back at him.

      He chuckled, amused by my response. From the corner of my eye, I could see the girls looking at me expectantly. Each of them wore a huge smirk. Demi held up the Playbook, tapping it with the tips of her fingers.

      A sluggish smile unfolded from my lips.

      “It’s alright. You’ll be able to look at me even more, now that I’m staying at your house,” he told me.

     In an instant, my smile vanished. What did he just say? Alejandro chuckled as he saw my confused expression. He was probably playing around. He was trying to get me mad again. Yeah, that had to be it.

   “What did you say?” I asked him.

    “I. Am going. To be staying. At. Your house,” he drawled, smiling cheerfully. He dragged out the words, speaking to me as if I were mentally retarded.

    I nodded. “That’s what I thought you said,” I whispered, turning towards my mom.

       She smiled at me innocently. “I forgot to tell you. Alejandro will be staying at the house for the rest of the week. Carol and I have to go pick up Mindy’s wedding dress.” She wrung her hands; a habit she had whenever she was nervous about something.

     I didn’t say anything; I just glared at her. She knew I didn’t like Alejandro and still, she tried her best to make me date him. If only she knew the type of guy he was; then, she would probably forbid him from stepping foot in our house.

    I took in a deep breath. Okay, so Alejandro was going to spend the next five days at my house. I can work with that, I reassured myself. The girls walked up to me, eyeing me closely.

    “Ugh, Julie. Your lip's doing that twitching thing again,” Demi frowned, backing away from me.

      Olive touched my lip, pressing on it. But not even that could stop it from twitching. It was a habit of mine; whenever I got mad at Alejandro, my lip automatically twitched. I wouldn’t be surprised if one day, I woke up with my mouth twisted.

    “He shall be the death of me,” I whispered to them.


      Olive and Gabriela stared at me as I gobbled down the gallon of ice cream. It had been nearly two hours since my mother left, and I was already plotting to murder him. Alejandro was serious when he said he would keep messing with me.

     “Okay, so he likes taunting you. It’s normal for guys to do that,” Gabriela reassured me.

      Olive nodded, reached out, and patted my hand. “Of course it is. He likes you, so he messes with you. You just have to get used to it.”

    “I liked it better when it was a one-sided crush,” I mumbled, stuffing my face with strawberry ice cream.

     It was better when it was I who liked him. At least when I crushed on him, I did it in secrecy. I didn’t even have to worry about him finding out because I knew I didn’t have a chance. But now, when I hate his glory guts, he likes mine. Life worked in the weirdest ways sometimes.

     I put the tub of ice cream down on the counter and jumped from my perch. I was being over-dramatic; I accepted that. I was blowing up the entire issue out of proportion. Sooner or later, he was going to get tired, and when he did, he would leave me alone.

    “We should be going. It’s getting late," Olive said, "you’ll be fine?”

    “Yeah. Thanks for coming guys,” I hugged them both and escorted them to the door.

    Once they exited, I reclined against the wall. Xavier stood by the stairs, looking at me worriedly.

     “Should I be worried?” he asked me suddenly.

     “No, of course not,” I reassured him.

     But I spoke too quickly. I flinched, and realizing my mistake, hoped that he hadn't noticed.

        Xavier put his hands in his grey sweatpants. He walked up to me, looking at me dead in the eyes. I gulped, glancing away from his stare. Xavier wasn’t an idiot; he knew when something was bothering me. He sensed it. Although he had his player ways, he acted like the brother he needed to be towards me.

      I don’t think I ever actually cried over anything. Every time I fell or I needed someone to cheer me up, he was there. He made sure nothing, nor no one, every hurt me. Xavier protected me like I was his daughter. Yet I wondered why he couldn’t treat a girl in the same fashion.

       “I overheard you talking with your friends about Alejandro,” he said, raising an eyebrow, “you shouldn’t panic about it. He just likes teasing you. The more attention you give him, the more he’ll keep doing it.”

     Xavier walked past me, entering the kitchen. Alejandro sat on top of the stairs, looking down on me. He didn’t have a smirk on his face, nor did he have any attention to bother me. His eyes just stayed with mine. He had his hands folded together, letting them rest against his mouth.

       What the hell was he doing?

      He was freaking me out, so I broke the stare and walked up the stairs as fast as I could. When I made it to the step he was glued on, I glanced down at him. He didn’t move to look at me. He stayed in the same position.

             Weird kid.


        My door burst open, revealing Alejandro, who was storming in. I took my eyes off my laptop to look at him. What the hell was his problem? Didn’t he hear of knocking before stepping inside a room? He walked towards me. His face was scrunched up in agony.

        “Why?” he barked out.

       “Excuse me?” I asked, looking at him crazily.

       “Why don’t you fall for me like I want you to?” he demanded.

      I scoffed. The guts this guy had. Really, now? He came in my room to demand why I wasn’t kissing the pavement he walked on. From all the guys in the school, he should know. I didn't kiss anyone’s ass, especially a guy like him.

        “Excuse me? You burst into my room to demand why I don’t fall head-over-heels for you?” I demanded.

     “Yes! I’m giving you my attention. I mess with you, and I try to be as nice as I can to you, but no! None of that works for you!” he shrieked, frustrated.

             “Those types of things don’t work on me. I’m not like the other girls.  Your flashing a smile and messing with me every minute of every day isn’t going to make me like you. At all. It’s annoying. You’re annoying,” I spoke clearly.

      I kept asking myself the same question.

       How in the hell did I once like him?

     Maybe it was when I first saw him, I never imagined him to be the person he is. It’s sad how in your mind, you imagine a person to be this great, amazing, lovable person, but they turn out to be the exact opposite.

      He stayed quiet. “I heard you talk to your friends about me. You’re mad because I keep bothering you. Why are you scared of the thought of me liking you?” he questioned.

      I adjusted my glasses before speaking to him. “Look in the mirror, kid. I wouldn’t ever want a guy like you,” I said honestly.

       I stood up, walking right past him. His eyes didn't leave mine as he stood there, rooted to the spot. He  just stood there before turning around. He had a smug smirk on his face.

     “You look dorky in those glasses,” he teased me.

     I shot him a death glare.

       “Leave; now!” I spat.

      He chuckled. “I should call you Ms. Grouchy Dorky Pants,”

     “Get out! Get out! Get out!” I yelled, pushing him out of my room.

     He laughed as he walked into the hallway. I slammed the door shut, huffing over the anger I felt. How dare he barge into my room? And demanding why I don’t like him? Then, he  insults me and pretends like he never asked me anything!

      Hear me closely, Alejandro Rodriquez: I will smother you. You hear me, you idiot? I will destroy you before the school year is over. I can promise you that.


How do you like it so far?

Should I do a POV of Alejandro?




Fan. :)

By the way, thank you all who have given my story a chance means a lot :)


{ Chapter Two was edited by SincerelyJulie. }

Continue Reading Next Chapter

About Us

Inkitt is the world’s first reader-powered publisher, providing a platform to discover hidden talents and turn them into globally successful authors. Write captivating stories, read enchanting novels, and we’ll publish the books our readers love most on our sister app, GALATEA and other formats.