Read Indigo Summer for Free Online

was burned into their memory, he ran it again. I pulled my worksheet out of my American History book, looked over the questions. They were simple, so I completed it, the sun beaming down on my fresh haircut as I sat in the bleachers. I scribbled my name across the top, then folded the worksheet back up, stuck it into my book and placed my book into my backpack. Threw my backpack across my shoulder and decided to head over to the gym where the girls were trying out for the dance team. Nothing like watching a bunch of girls shaking it up.
    I pulled the heavy door open, peeked inside, Usher’s “Confession,” ringing in my ears as I stepped inside. Took a seat on the bleachers next to some other guys who’d stayed after school just to watch the girls move their hips to hip-hop music. They were picking out which ones they would ask out, and saying how cute Indigo Summer was as she bounced to the music that echoed throughout the gymnasium. Just by looking at her, I couldn’t tell that she could move like that. But she could. She was good, and I was glad that I had caught the end of her performance.
    After the last group of three girls started dancing to some song by Ludacris, I decided to make my way outside the gym, and stand near the glass doors. I didn’t want to miss Indigo when she came out. I wanted to speak to her; maybe offer her a ride home. Tell her how good her performance was. My backpack thrown across my shoulder, as girls passed by whispering, smiling and waving, I waited patiently.
    â€œHey,” one of them said. “You Marcus Carter?”
    â€œYep,” I said.
    â€œYou’re in my fourth period.” The light brown girl smiled a cute little smile, and my eyes found her cleavage that she was showing too much of.
    â€œOh,” is all I could say as I thought back to all the girls in my fourth period. I didn’t remember her face.
    â€œI sit two seats behind you in class,” she said. “I’m Alicia.”
    â€œNice to meet you.”
    â€œAnd I’m Shauna,” her friend said. “You going to the homecoming dance?”
    â€œI don’t know. I hadn’t really thought about it.”
    I wondered if Indigo was going, and if so, if she already had a date. Maybe I’d ask her.
    â€œWell, if you decide to go, who you taking?” Alicia asked.
    â€œI don’t know.”
    â€œWell, I don’t have a date,” she smiled.
    My eyes found the door of the gym as they swung open and the girls trying out for the dance team rushed out. I searched for Indigo in the crowd, and spotted her walking and talking with another girl. She wore pink shorts and a white top that hugged her small breasts. Her wild hair fell softly onto her shoulders, and her skin was flawless.
    â€œIndigo,” I called her, walking away from Alicia and Shauna, leaving their questions and comments to dissolve into the air.
    Indigo’s eyes found mine.
    â€œWhat’s up?” She asked.
    â€œI been waiting on you. Wanted to tell you how good you were in there.”
    â€œThanks. Hope I make the team,” she said dryly, as if she doubted her own skills.
    â€œYou will,” I said.
    â€œWhat you doing hanging around in the girls’ gym anyway?” she asked.
    â€œWatching the tryouts.”
    â€œYou stayed after school just to watch us dance? Don’t you have anything better to do?” she asked, frowning. “Why aren’t you on the football team or something?”
    â€œBecause I don’t play football…anymore,” I said. “But I watched the team practice for a while. Then I decided to come over here and see what was up with the dance team tryouts.”
    â€œWell, good for you,” she said and walked away from me, through the glass doors and to the outside courtyard.
    I followed.
    â€œYou got a ride home?”
    â€œMy father’s picking me up,” she said, searching the lineup of cars that sat