Untouchable
/ˌʌnˈtʌtʃəbəl/
adjective
[more untouchable; most untouchable]
: not able to be touched: such as
a : too powerful or important to be punished, criticized, etc.
b : too good to be equaled by anyone else
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IVY'S POV

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It had been a week since I’d arrived, and I was at my locker, gathering my things, when someone suddenly slammed it shut. I turned, fists clenched, only to find Alistair standing there with a mischievous grin. I let out a sigh, rolling my eyes as I started walking away, but he followed, easily matching my pace.
I noticed a jersey in his hand. “Is that for me?” I asked, nodding toward it. “Yep,” he replied, holding up the navy-blue jersey with the number 10 printed on it.
“Thanks.” I took it, a small smile forming on my lips. Alistair returned it, a glint of something unreadable in his gaze as we continued down the hall toward our health class. Students around us were watching, some more blatantly than others, but we both ignored it.
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After our last class, I was at my locker when I noticed Alistair waiting nearby, keys in hand and a casual smile.
“Want to grab a quick bite before the game?” he asked.
“Sure,” I shrugged, falling in step with him as we walked out to his car.
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“He gave you his jersey?!” Kayla nearly squealed as we got ready back in my dorm. Lili just smirked. “Looks like he’s more into you than we thought.”
Two hours before the game, we did a quick run-through of hair and makeup—Kayla kept it natural but polished. We were almost late thanks to a McDonald's detour, and guilt gnawed at me as we pulled up to the stadium. This game was a big deal for Alistair, being the first of the season, and I hated the thought of disappointing him.
“Don’t worry, it’s only halftime,” Lynne assured me, but my stomach still twisted.
Just then, I saw him on the sidelines, scanning the crowd, and when his gaze landed on me, his face broke into a smile. As he walked over, his eyes never left mine, as if the rest of the crowd had disappeared.
“Hey,” I said, fidgeting. “I wanted to get here sooner, but we got held up…”
“Don’t worry about it,” he replied, shrugging it off. “You’re here. That’s what counts.” His calm, easygoing confidence always seemed to put me at ease.
“Yeah.” I felt a surge of relief as I leaned up and kissed his cheek. “Now go show them what you’ve got,” I teased, nudging him toward the field.
He gave me a look that was half-annoyed, half-amused. “Alright, alright. Be sure to watch.”
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The game ended with our team winning 35-27, and I didn’t waste a second before rushing onto the field. I spotted Alistair surrounded by his teammates and jogged over, throwing my arms around him in excitement.
“You did it!” I exclaimed, and he lifted me slightly, holding me close. “Only because you were here,” he replied, his voice quieter, more serious than usual.
His eyes held mine, flicking briefly to my lips before he leaned down. The moment his lips met mine, everything else faded. It wasn’t my first kiss, but something about this felt different—like there was real meaning behind it.
When we finally pulled back, catching our breath, there was a charged silence around us, and I noticed more than a few people staring, some with wide-eyed surprise.
Alistair smiled, taking my hand and lacing his fingers through mine as we walked off the field. “I’ve waited a long time to do that,” he murmured quietly. I felt my face heat up, but I couldn’t stop smiling.
We stopped in front of the boys’ locker room, and he turned to me. “I’m going to change. Meet you at your locker?”
“Yeah, I’ll be there.” He leaned down for a quick kiss, then disappeared inside.
I walked over to my friends, who were all staring at me with varying expressions of disbelief.
“What the heck just happened?” Kayla squeaked, her eyes wide. Lili shook her head. “I cannot believe you just kissed Alistair,” she said, enunciating each word. “Alistair Montgomery. The Alistair Montgomery.”
“It’s not that big a deal,” I replied, laughing nervously. But it was clear they weren’t buying it.
“Oh, but it is,” Kayla insisted. “You kissed Alistair Montgomery, the guy who’s been completely off-limits to every girl here! He’s never done anything like this with anyone before!”
Lynne added, “He’s never been like that with anyone… except Kennedy.” She froze, realizing she’d said too much.
“Wait—Kennedy?” I asked, curiosity flaring up. “Who’s she?”
Lynne shot me a sheepish look, clearly regretting her slip. “It’s nothing,” she said quickly. “Forget I mentioned it.”
I let it go for now, but the name stuck with me. Who was Kennedy? And why had Alistair never mentioned her?
