"Sure. Teach me." you say.
A feeling in the back of your mind tells you that you shouldn't be doing this, but a bunch of reasons jump into your head about why you should. The longer it takes to get to the bar, the less that Emily might feel that you (Alexander) are potentially standing her up. Plus if you screwed up a throw that badly, and just walked away, the guys might think you're being a dick.
"Okay, step one. Take the ball, and put it in your hands." says the jock and he places the football in your palm.
"What now?" you ask.
"Then you need to space your fingers out, so that there is one between every other stitch." says the guy as he starts spreading your fingers for you.
"Step two, stand up straight." says the jock, as he slowly puts his hands on your waist. You don't like this at all, but the shock of his hands does get you to stand up straight.
"Now move your left leg forward." says the jock, and you immediately put it in the proper position to stop him from trying to move your leg for you. He seems impressed by this.
"Good, now just move the right arm behind your ear." he says as he pulls your arm back. "Then when you're ready to throw, just spring your arm forward, and when your arm is past your face, release."
You give his instructions a shot, and to your dismay, they work, the ball goes a good fifteen feet into the arms of the player you assume is named Larry.
"Wow, thanks for the lessons." you say. As you say this, you notice that your fingers are playing with you hair. You immediately jerk your arm down to the side to put a stop to it. "Well, I have to go now. Thanks for everything." you say.
But before you can leave, the guy shouts. "Where are you off to?"
You try and think if you should even respond or not, but Amy thinks for you. "We're heading to the bar just outside of campus." she says. Then, in a sentence that she seems to have added for the sole purpose of making life more difficult, adds: "You're welcome to come.
The guys seem more than pleased to join your trek to the bar, as they follow you. In the guy's defense, the jock that showed you how to throw a football seems to have gotten the hint that he crossed a line and invaded your comfort zone. However, you can't help but get the feeling that he is staring at your ass the entire way to the bar.
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