I'm taking part in the Guess That Character Blogfest, hosted by Jen of Unedited (
CLICK HERE to see the details). Here's the deal: I've posted a bit of my Sophie WiP below, and if you have an idea of what she might look like (height, hair color, eye color, whatever), you can post it in the comments. Tomorrow, I'll show a picture of how I see her, and we'll see if any of us match up!
So, here we go:
I found a spot high up on the bleachers just as they kicked off. There were some people I recognized from school in a big clump in front of me, but I didn’t feel like being sociable. I searched the players for Drew’s number, 83, and, finding him on the bench, pulled out
Franny and Zooey, the book I was reading for fun. It wasn’t as if I was going to voluntarily watch football if Drew wasn’t even playing. Besides, if I sat still for too long, I had a feeling all of my thoughts would wrap themselves around what had happened last night. Around the prophecy that I would save an entire world. Around Finn’s bright green eyes pouring into mine.
“Hey,” a male voice said after halftime (and a rather poor showing of cheer from our cheerleaders’ halftime show) almost right in my ear. I jumped, the book falling from my grasp. A large hand grabbed it before it could hit the ground. This was not going to be good.
“Can I help you?” I said coldly, looking up into a confidently grinning face. I felt like I had seen these hazy blue eyes, curly blond locks, and strong jawline before, but it took me a moment to place them.
Peter…Somebody, I realized,
the really good baseball player Drew pointed out a few days ago. Senior. “Just wondering what book could be better than the first football game of the season,” he drawled, his grin growing wider.
“I’m just here to support a friend,” I said slowly, ripping my book back from him.
“What’s your name?” he asked, peering into my eyes as if the answer would be written behind them.
“Sophie. Sophia Alexander.”
“Oh, right. You’re that sophomore guy’s girl,” he said, leaning back. “Drew.”
I couldn’t help but scowl, though that made him laugh and lean back toward me. “We’re just friends,” I muttered.
“That’s good news for me,” he said.
Is he serious? I thought.
Does he think I’m just going to fall at his feet now? I looked up and noticed for the first time that we had a very curious audience. A group of senior girls were flipping their hair and watching us over their shoulders. Some guys were even less subtle, turned toward us with stupid grins on their faces. Apparently Peter hitting on some sophomore girl was a fun Friday diversion.
I stood, trying to see how I could get out of this with my dignity still intact. I could put Peter in his place, but then I’d be “that sophomore bitch.” I could reverse my previous statement and say I actually was Drew’s girlfriend, but that would complicate everything in ways I didn’t even want to think about. Only one thing to do, then. Play the youth card. “I have to go find my dad,” I murmured, slipping away as fast as I could. Not fast enough to miss the shouts of laughter that followed me.