I was still miffed when I pulled him from the shower. He knows I'm mad at that stunt they pulled, so he kept his mouth shut.
I held on to his wrist and walked a step ahead. My other hand held my now wet top.
Heads were turned to us when I headed for the bag table. It was on the other side, unfortunately. As embarrassed as I am at the moment, I quickly inhaled and let out a slow exhale to calm myself.
Drake's voice blasted from the speakers as we walked. Everyone knows Michael and I are dating. A lot of our schoolmates came from the same middleschool as us, so most know we were close friends before we dated.
I got verbally abused before his football teammates stepped in to defend me. Michael was initially oblivious to what was happening. He has this ability to zone out and focus solely on me. I am certainly not sure what happens to him, especially during his games. But I could tell that the noise gets to him. I calm him down, according to him. And it actually makes me warm inside.
Finally reaching our dark blue swiss army backpack, I open a side pocket and take out a plastic pack. Tossing my wet shirt inside before rummaging for a new top. I take out a towel and pat myself dry before wearing a clean white top.
Michael had the towel over his back while I finished arranging his used tshirt and mine's.
I open the front and take out a small metal medicine kit. There's 5 single use neosporin ointments inside. I take out two and place the kit back before closing the zippers.
"Here," I get his attention. I've always loved his face. It used to be a bit chubby, but he outgrew it when we were first year. His dark brown hair is always cut short and complemented his green eyes.
I dab some ointment over his cut while he tried to help by pushing his lips a bit in front.
The ache in my stomach makes me want to kiss his sexy lips, but I keep it in and try not to melt. He would have laughed his face off if I did that. He knows I'm just head over heels in love with him. We have this crazy connection. Similar to a magnetic pull.
"Give these to your buddies. And no more rough housing," I tell him sternly while handing over the neosporin tubes. I know, I know, I sound like mom. But it had to be done.
"Aww," he scrunched his face, "it was all in good fun, Nia," even though I love hearing him say my name, I would never tell him that. He'll just rub it in my face.
"It won't be good fun if you loose your throwing arm," that shut him up as his smirk fell.
.
I left him to fend off for himself and sat back to my previous chair. My bandmates left the seat empty for me, and the chatter fell silent the moment I sat down.
Here it comes. Again.
"Oh my gosh!," Stacy O'brien started talking, she sat in front of me in the round table, "I still can't make my head believe my bandmate is dating the quarterback! He is sooo freakin' hot!"
I rolled my eyes at her while sipping on a Coke.
"He's built like a greek god!" Emery Mallory giggled to my left, "those abs are to die for! You are sooo lucky! I envy you so much Nia!"
Several mores squeels from the table occurred, before Maisie spoke, she sat several chairs on my right,
"From what it looked like earlier, the sexy hot quarterback is the lucky one"
See?! Thank you!
"Ohh come on! Nia got to rub his body earlier!"
"Yeah!"
"That was sooo sexy!"
"I wanna do that!"
"Gosh I'd do anything to do that!"
"Well Stacy," it was Maisie, "good thing your fantasies about Nia's boyfriend will just forever stay in your head. The boy obviously only has eyes for her," she inclined her head to me,
"And stop dyeing your hair red, it doesn't suit you"
It got obvious last year. Girls trying to get with Michael dyed their hair similar to mine. It was irritating at first, having to verbally fight for him, but I stopped getting jealous when I saw that he never even looked at the girls' faces whenever they vied for his attention.
He was initially clueless and kept wondering out loud why the girls kept touching him. And he would ask me why most of the girls in his classes got red hair. I never told him. He realized it by himself.
After getting tired of hearing them talk about Michael, I changed into the wet shirt I cleaned him with earlier. I wanted to go for a swim, so I left my sunglasses and lathered sunscreen all over myself before placing it inside our backpack.
I started walking towards the beach with my flipflops, and I was halfway in the sand when I heard someone running behind me.
I turned my head and saw him. I stopped and reached out my hand. He twined his fingers to mine and we walked to the water. I leave my flipflops a bit away from the water and he does the same.
The salty waters felt refreshingly cool as it made its way up my body with each step. We didn't get far, the ocean floor has a narrowish slope and soon it reached my chest.
Michael let go of my hand and stepped in front of me, lowering himself. I circle my arms to his neck and settle my face over his left shoulder. He reached for my legs and wrapped them around his waist, then started to float.
"Don't mind them," he mumbles near my ear.
"Don't mind who?" We were actually alone in this part of the water.
"Earlier. I know you were uncomfortable,"
I just leaned my cheek closer to him.
"I can hear the whispers about you, you know. I'm not that dumb,"
It made me snicker. It's my usual insult to him.
"You might not have my amazingly sexy perfect godlike body, but I love you anyway"
I bite his cheek in reponse and pull the skin
"Ow ow ow," he yelped.
Then I push my lips and give his cheek a kiss.
His body is perfect. But I'd never tell him that.
