Deathly Private

Chapter Three: Soccer Game

[A/N] I just want to thank you for all the support for this story. Also the pic is of Silas Heath

        Three weeks into school, the first soccer game was the first real of campus activity promised by the school. Carter had helped her pick out a cute outfit, consisting of a crop-top, high waist shorts, and a borrowed pair of converse. Carter wore a tank-top, cut offs and her favorite pair of sandals. Together they rode the fan bus, with a ton of other squealing girls, to the neighboring town, with a name to unfamiliar to remember. Emma contently watched the world outside the window, while Carter talked animatedly. 

        "So one of the girls said they found him online, and that he is totally like an outgoing guy. Also we found out he is only 21, so really if he was to have a relationship with any of us, it wouldn't be that bad."  Carter said moving one hand back and forth, while the other held her phone. 

        Emma shook her head, "Who are we talking about again?" 

        "Mr. Heath, obviously." She waved off Emma's question.

        "Well the only problem is you know...he's a teacher and that I'm pretty sure is illegal."

        Carter smiled brightly, "I checked it's legal, it's just you know...frowned upon, which I don't really understand. I mean I am an adult now; I can make my own decisions. So if I decide to bang the student-teacher, then I should be allowed to do that."

        Emma frowned at the crude image. "Well it's more about morals, and having a professional boundary." 

        "Screw professional boundaries, I want him and his body on me and my body." She smiled, leaning against the seat. 

        She just shook her head and turned her attention back to the window. Outside the weather was a fair mix of miserable and okay. There was a bright blue sky but giant grey clouds were quickly catching up to them. The wind also seemed to be picking up, as the trees were rustling, leaning forward ever so slightly. 

        It didn't take long for the trees to give way to small buildings and houses, until they came up into a school zone. Thankfully the school had indoor soccer field, so when the rain started coming down in waves, they could safely sit inside, nice and warm. Carter and Emma sat in the middle of a throng of females, with shorts too short, and shirts too low. 

        They all gave a wild and enthusiastic screams as their boys ran out on field, proudly holding up the schools flag. It was navy blue, white. There were four vertical stripes, for the four founders, and an owl sitting on a book. There were swords crossed behind it. All the guys looked up at the girls, throwing kisses and winks. 

        Most of the girls swooned, but Carter and Emma held their ground. Carter had decided that she was going to teach Emma how to manipulate men. Emma of course didn't want any part of it, but decided it might be beneficial with the looks she was getting it the hallways. "Okay so first things first. Men yes, like the easy girls, but you what they like even more? The mysterious girls, who give off the exotic, out of place feel. Men love adrenaline and danger, and if you can put on the right face, you can get the right guy." 

        "Right..."

        "So what that means is when Sean, number 3, decides he is going to turn and blow you a kiss, you are just going to smile slightly, and raise your chin a little bit. Just keep all reaction underneath the surface, say with your eyes "I am the best damn kisser, but you’re going to have to work for it." Okay?" Carter said quickly. 

        It seems as if on cue, Sean swerved past the other team’s defense, and scored a goal. As he ran down the field, he made deliberate eye contact with Emma, and blew her a kiss and a wink. Emma felt her raise an eyebrow and lift her chin. Sean's reaction was to trip on his own feet. Carter howled with laughter and Sean turned to see if Emma had seen it. 

        So she did that the entire game practicing with Sean and one of his friends Joe. If she really had to choose between the two she would totally go with Joe. He was tall built and pretty smart, regardless of his reckless behavior. After the game and some coercing, they were able to convince the principal to take them to a local steak house. 

        The soccer team, plus the fan bus completely filled up the restaurant. So much so Carter and Emma were forced to sit at a tiny table right next to the bar. "Okay so let’s find someone for you to practice on, okay?"

        "Why can't I practice on Sean and Joe again?" Emma asked.         

        "Well there's this little thing called 'hard to get'. You want to be that, at least a little bit. We want you to look like you’re in high demand, which you are, so they realize they have to step up their game." She said eating her salad.

        Emma chewed on her chicken nuggets, looking around. Her eyes settled on a very attractive man, probably around 23. He had short brown hair, and a beard. The man wore a white v-neck and jeans that complimented his tanned skin. "What about him?"

        Carter craned her neck to the side and smiled widely. "Hot damn that's one good looking boy." She turned back to Emma and smiled. "Okay now to lure in with a little something called the ditsy smile. All you're gonna do is smiled, maybe laugh and then flip your hair."

        It took all of two seconds for them to make eye contact. He smiled and raised his beer at her, Emma bowed her head a little smiling. "How was that?" Emma asked blushing. 

        "Damn girl, are you sure you need my help? Because that was amazing." They both laughed. Just as the guy was getting up, the principal stood up telling everyone to go to the bus. Emma frowned, but quickly smiled when she passed the guy. "Well that was good practice, too bad you couldn't have gotten his number."

        "He seems to old for me anyways."

        "What? He is like early twenties." 

        "Yeah but I don't know, I don't want to date someone that much older than me."

        Carter just shook her head, as they climbed onto the bus. The rest of the bus ride was a energetic one, everyone singing at the top of their lungs to whatever song came on the radio. When they got back to campus everyone retired to their rooms. Emma curled up in bed and checked her phone. She smiled when she saw she had a text message from her brother. 

        Hey, looks like I'll be able to come home for Thanksgiving. Can't wait to see my little sister (:

        She knew by the way the message was written, she wasn't going to get another reply, if she did reply. So she just put her phone on the charger and fell into a fitful sleep. 

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        Emma woke-up a little later than usual, but still was able to quickly shower and get ready. She wore an extra jacket, as the morning air was brisk and moist. She quickly headed into the cafeteria, where she found Carter had already bought Emma a plate of waffles and a glass of chocolate milk. "I noticed you weren't here when you usually were, so I got you food." 

        She smiled, "Thank you so much! I hit snooze twice, ugh." 

        "You're fine! So ready for the best fifty minutes of your life?" Carter chuckled referring to their first period class with Mr.Heath. Emma just smiled and shook her head, pouring syrup on her waffles. For the next fifteen minutes all the girls at the table fawned over Mr.Heath, while Emma just listened. It's not that she didn't agree he was one of the most good looking guys she'd ever seen, but she felt weird about it. At her last school one of the coaches were arrested for having a sexual relationship with a student. 

        Her thoughts were interrupted when they made it to the classroom and saw Mr.Heath sitting at a small desk in the front of the classroom. He was shuffling papers, a pen set firmly between his pink lips. When he looked up and saw Carter and her, he smiled, the pen falling out of his mouth. He stumbled to catch it, giving them an awkward shrug. Carter said something inappropriate as they sat down, Emma just ignored it. 

        He stood when the Pledge of Allegiance and announcements were over. "Alright class who is ready for a pop quiz?" Regardless of how attractive he was, nobody liked his pop quizzes. 

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