Living With The Bad Boy

42) Drool Worthy Abs

"Change of plans!" Coach yelled, stopping everyone from speaking. "We're playing in the field two miles over. Everyone get in the bus!"

"What's he talking about?" Luke asked the guys and Marcie.

"GW must have had a problem with playing on our fields, again," Liam shook his head. "There's a soccer stadium a couple miles away so we're playing there."

"Does James know about this?" I asked Sam, who looked as dazzling as ever with his messy hair and-

"I just texted him," he responded. James was taking every single person in the house to watch, so it would be confusing if they stared at an empty field. A little funny, but confusing.

He gave me a friendly smile and led us into a small bus that had a lot of gear and equipment in the front so we had to squeeze in the back.

"Why can't we just use our cars?" Marcie groaned, taking a seat in the middle back. I was going to sit next to her before Liam pushed me out of the way and Sam grabbed my waist to make me sit next to him. This is abuse.

"I know right," I agreed, sending a glare to both of the boys, Liam a little more than Sam.

"What?" he innocently asked. "I just want to sit next to my girlfriend in peace. Is that too much to ask for?" Luke and Chase slightly stood up and messed up his hair from behind.

"And you're the only one in here besides Marcie who doesn't hog the whole seat," Sam shrugged, pressing a button on the seat so it flipped around. I clutched onto Sam's arms and sighed in relief when it only turned us to Ace and Trent. The other guys were all the way in the back, texting on their phones.

Marcie did the same thing and Liam switched seats with her so she could lean back against him comfortably. These two are so cute.

"I don't hog the seat," Luke pointed out, leg fighting with Chase for more space.

"Yes you do you ass," Chase argued, pushing his leg away. They both kept arguing until Trent interrupted them.

"Lauren, just to warn you, their captain is an ass," he warned.

"What do you mean?" I asked him. He can't be that bad without getting kicked off.

"He's sexist, homophobic, racist, and everything else that there can be."

"Then why isn't he kicked off the team?" I demanded. "Wait, has he ever done something to you guys?"

"The people there worship him," he scoffed, running his fingers through his hair. "He only picks on Marcie and Nena, so he might pick on you too."

"I'll kick him in the balls if he does or says anything stupid," I promised.

"You can't or else you can't play," he sighed. "And you're a forward, you can't get kicked off."

"It'll be worth it," I shrugged. "Besides, I'm only going to do something if he does something first. They won't even know it's me." I finished it off with an evil smile.

"You're scary," Sam commented, teasingly leaning further away from me. He sent me a grin after and I couldn't help but trail my eyes down to his lips before back to his face. Shit, everyone's here on the bus.

I quickly tore my eyes away from him and luckily, everyone was too busy talking... except Trent. He gave me a smirk and waggled his eyebrows. I made a mental note to not talk to him until graduation.

"Are we there yet?" Luke asked, bouncing in his seat. "Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we-

"No!" we all yelled.