Something else I never noticed (probably because I try not to go out and make friends; I'm not an overly social person, and Kate doesn't have P.E with me).
Pierre was in my P.E. class.
We were playing soccer outside, and when I was waiting on the bench I watched Pierre's bright eyes following the ball, calculating when to attack and when to defend; watched him as he went in for a tackle, the single-minded determination to take the ball from his opponent.
" . . . Cat. Cat. Catherine!" My head snapped to the right and I noticed the physical education teacher, Coach Watson, motioning for me to get up and go play. I hurried out onto the field, replacing some guy.
Pierre had the ball and was moving towards our goal. I stepped into his path and started to advance.
Pierre caught my eye and noticed who I was, and he stopped for a millisecond. Just enough time . . .
I stepped in and knocked Pierre off his feet. Caught off balance, he fell forwards, which happened to be at me.
I gasped as we went tumbling down into the grass. Pierre was on top of me, and he laughed and rolled over. We both sat up to see that the ball was in play somewhere else, and no one was paying us any attention. Pierre hopped up to run after the ball while I lingered for a few more seconds before following.