with the girl, I stood up and moved so I was right in his line of vision and he couldnât ignore me. After waving to the girl, he turned to go as usual. I pounced.
âHey, you.â I watched him turn back to look at me with complete superiority. âDonât you know itâs against the law to trespass? I could report you for constantly being here without permission and harassing girls much younger than yourself.â
I raised my chin in defiance and folded my arms. Unnecessarily, I added, âAnd as school captain, it would be my pleasure to do so, to protect the integrity of the female students on this campus.â
He steadily met my gaze. Was that an eye roll I saw? Arrogant prick. First he snobs me off and then he has the nerve to act like Iâm melodramatic.
âWell now whatâs this about, angry little redhead?â
He looked amused, but miffed enough to be up for an argument. âCanât a brother drop his sister off at school in the mornings? Make sure she gets in safely?â Rude Boy folded his arms too.
I tried to ignore his brown arms.
Back up. His sister.
The answer to all lifeâs questions was finally here.
My heart leapt and I squashed it back. Behave.
He is rude. He is egotistical. He is completely disagreeable.
But.
This means he technically is available.
I shouldnât care. I didnât care. I hated him. Didnât I?
âAnd if weâre speaking of integrity, young lady, I saw your girlfriends watching you try to pick me up yesterday,â he said, almost playfully.
I flinched at the insinuation that I was trying to pick him up, but I let it slide. Would I have turned down the offer?
He added, âWhat do you think I am? Just a piece of meat you can throw around? Iâm a person, you know. With feelings.â
I withered under the weight of his brown-eyed gaze. Was there a slight twinkle amidst the wall of arrogance?
I knew he was right. We had set him up and I should have known he could see the other girls behind me. I had come to tell him off but it was somewhat my fault in the first place.
I started to wring my hands together. âFine, I know it was the wrong thing to do. It was a stupid dare and I was too proud to turn them down. Truce?â I glanced up at him, wanting to make things right.
His eyes softened and his voice became light. âWho am I kidding? I would have done the same thing if my mates had dared me.â He flashed a grin at me. âLook, how about we get these girls back?â
Before I could answer yes or no, he took out a scrap of paper and a pen and was writing his name and number on it. âTell them weâre going out on a date sometime. Rub it in. Whether we do or not is entirely up to you.â
He winked and walked off with a wave behind his head. My previous hate dissolving, I wanted to chase him and find out more about his enticing personality.
My hand burnt where he left the scrunched up piece of paper, heart nearly leaping out of my chest. I still didnât know his name. I looked down. âNate.â Was that a modelâs name? A kingâs name? An actorâs name? It was the sexiest name Iâd ever heard, thatâs for sure. And a date? I couldnât tell the girls.
How could I not?
Every Wednesday at four-thirty Twin Rocks Soccer Club meets for training. Soccer happens to be the one thing Treston and I have in common. He is the captain of our side. He has been for a couple of years and the role suits his no nonsense, black and white personality. We have won cup matches in the past because of his determination to win and constantly improve.
Yes, soccer is something that we do together with no one else in our broader friendship group or family.
That is, until today.
Running around the oval, I noticed him detour off the field to meet someone new. The person was dressed from head to toe in designer soccer gear. I smirked to myself. Probably some
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