Living With The Bad Boy

57) Hot and Steamy

"No Trent, you have to pass it back," I shook my head, rubbing my temples from the pounding headache. The guys and Marcie had soccer practice today and had to change their positions around a little since I can't play for a while.

"I can't play your position," he sighed, dropping the ball. Didn't he play my position before choosing to change it? "What's so wrong about getting someone new to sub in?"

"We can't teach them all of our little tricks and understandings before tomorrow," I pointed out. These guys had a game against another school and we were down a player. The Coach should really get off of Tumblr.

"But Berkeley always loses," he tried to convince me, running his fingers through his silky golden hair. I prefer a dark brown though.

"You should never underestimate," I chided, kicking his shin with my non-broken leg. He scowled and rubbed his knee before looking at the JV soccer team. "No, we're not getting the younger kids on the team."

"But I'm one of the captains," he pointed out. I rolled my eyes and kicked his skin again. "Fine, I won't bother the little children." Asshat. "Do you know anyone who's willing to join?"

"I don't talk to many people," I pointed out. Well the ones I did try to talk to wouldn't talk to me properly so it wasn't exactly my fault.

"Antisocial much?" he muttered under his breath. I kicked his skin again and this time, the redness lingered. Good. "Fine, I'll go bother the JV."

Without letting me kick him again, he ran out towards the JV team, ignoring my yelling, and started to talk to the kids who stared at him admiringly. Ugh.

"Now you know what it's like from the bleachers," Nena joked, sitting right next to me in her beautiful sweater and designer jeans. If only I had that style sense.

"It's so boring here," I groaned, eyeing my homework distastefully. The only thing that I had to do was my English essay but the outline itself was pretty long. Nobody cares about some guy who was attacked by Poseidon because he said something stupid. Well, that was on him.

"Then do your homework," she suggested, working on her own math homework. I'd kill to go back to tenth grade Pre-Calculus math.

"But this is so boring," I whined, pointing at the thick book. "It's not even the Percy Jackson series."

"Oh I remember those," she smiled. "We watched the first movie in sixth grade so I didn't bother reading the series."

"They messed up Annabeth," I grumbled, huffing under my breath. Was it that hard to find a blonde girl? This is why I prefer the books compared to the movies.

"Who cares?" she waved off. She just doesn't get it. "They both have the same lines anyway." No they don't. "You should watch Magic Mike and The Vow. Magic Mike a little more."

"What's that?" I warily asked. Knowing her, it would be Rated R and not the kind that I like. Horror movies of course.

"You poor child," she dramatically gasped, wiping a fake tear away. I'm pretty sure that I was the one who was older than her. "It's about male strippers and there's Channing Tatum."

That name sounded familiar but I couldn't place a face on it. "Who?" I confusedly asked.

She gasped again and her mouth flung open, almost touching the ground. I was tempted to dump a bunch of flies down there but I was too 'nice' to do that.

After recovering, she took out her phone and hurriedly tapped on the screen, showing me a picture of an old guy with abs. I recognized him from the wallpaper in Marian's room and wrinkled my nose.