Had To Be You

Successfully Distracted | Ch: 9

I've been ignoring Hazel throughout the day. Although we're in the same class I've managed to avoid her. I get to every class just after the teacher arrives and leave the class right after the teacher leaves.

I know I'll not be able to continue this for long. But I just don't want to talk to her about anything. The more we talk the more things are gonna get complicated. What if she starts demanding something else.

*The bell for lunch 

Jasper and Chloe are not going to spend time together at school as discussed. Leo, Chloe and I go to the football field. All three of us sit down on the bleacher. I open my lunch box and my hunger gets doubled. I just can't get enough Mac and cheese.

The guys are practicing for some football match. All of them in the blue and white Jersey. Seems like they've been practicing for a long time. All of them seem really tired. There are like 15 guys practicing on the field, running from one end to another, chasing the ball, attacking each other and doing all the other football stuff.

Among all of them, the one that stands out the most, to least to my eyes, was Liam.

His hair's wet in sweat. Hands in the waist while he's breathing heavily. Sometimes yelling at the guys to change their positions. Then he puts back the helmet. I sigh in disappointment. 

"I see Evelyn has found something more interesting than her favorite food." Leo's voice snap me out of the daze. "Is it Mr. Kade that has successfully distracted you?"

I look down at my lunch as I feel my cheeks turning pinkish "na-uh." I say with a funny face.

"Oh my my! Evelyn you're blushing!" Chloe screams.

I'm I ? Of course I am. shit.

I try to ignore all the mocking by concentrating on my lunch, I hear the coach blow the whistle. The practice must be over. I look up, and I see the guy in a jersey running towards us.

Oh god. Okay, I am excited, obviously. (Releases deep breath) But I felt nervous. Wait. That's new. Guys never made me feel nervous.

His tall, handsome figure makes his way towards us. His wet hair bounce a little. He reaches the front of the bleacher and before he starts climbing them he shakes his head to get rid of the sweat.

He comes and climbs the first two rows as we're sitting on the third row. I try to look down at my lunch and I clearly hear the two idiots giggling. I hear him approaching us really fast and within no time I find a pair of legs standing right before me.

I look up and he looks straight at me, making my cheeks go red again. He's breathing heavily and his mouth is open.

Maybe because he is trying to breathe using both his nose and mouth.

His hair's wet due to sweat. Drops of sweat rolling down his neck inside his chest, his Jersey sticking to his perfect abs. I look at him. My mouth agape while I'm still trying to process a very hot Liam standing before me. 

I sit there like a dumb duck with a fork in my hand and three pieces of pasta at the tip of my fork.

He grabs my wrist, slowly pulls it towards him while he squats down, one hand on his knee to match my eye level. I get a little sneak peak of that blessed body while he was bending down. the jersey's loose enough to make passage for my eyes to travel in his body.

No. stop. STOP! why do I have images of him being without clothes. would be nice if I could touch him. Wait. No! I curse my brain for making me drool like that.

But it would be nice though. HUSSH.

I look straight into his brown eyes, the drop of sweat rolling down his temple through his absolutely sharp jaw lines.