The Sound Of Your Heart

ELEVEN

TYLER

As the final bell rang, signaling the end of another eventful day at Adamson High School, I made my way to Miles' locker, accompanied by the mischievous twins, Klaus and Clark. We had become inseparable ever since we formed a close-knit group in middle school, bonding over shared interests and a love for soccer.

Tomorrow marked the finals of the prestigious interschool soccer competition we had been participating in for months. Our team, the Adamson Tigers, had made it to the ultimate showdown after countless hours of relentless practice and unwavering determination. Excitement surged through my veins as I considered the possibility of inviting Miles to watch the game and share in our final triumph.

As I approached Miles' locker, the mischievous twins exchanged playful smirks. Klaus, with his dark hair and a mischievous glint in his blue eyes, nudged me teasingly. "So, are you finally going to ask him?"

I rolled my eyes, feigning nonchalance. "Asking someone to watch a soccer game shouldn't be such a big deal, Klaus. Besides, Miles is one of our friends now. Of course, he'll want to be there."

Suddenly, Clark nudged me with his elbow, causing me to wince. He pointed discreetly in a direction, his eyes gleaming mischievously. It was Jessica, "Hey, your girlfriend is here!" he whispered, a smirk playing on his lips.

I shot Clark an irritated glance, attempting to mask my embarrassment. "I told you she's not my girlfriend!" I hissed back, my voice laced with frustration.

"Oops, my bad, sorry!" He hissed, making the peace sign.

"Hey there, cutie, how's your class?" she greeted me sweetly, her voice brimming with warmth. She planted herself beside me, wrapping her arms around me in a tight hug. Her words were friendly enough, but her actions often blurred the line between friendship and something more. She would often hug me a little longer than necessary or make playful comments that made me uncomfortable. I had tried dropping hints and avoiding close physical contact, but it seemed that she either didn't notice or didn't want to understand.

This time, however, I decided to make my concerns clear. As she approached to kiss me on the cheek, I swiftly turned my head, denying her the gesture. It was never my intention to hurt her feelings, but I couldn't continue allowing her to cross boundaries I had voiced before.

"Please don't do that again, Jessica; I don't like it," I said firmly, hoping she would understand.

"Fine," she replied, her voice tinged with annoyance. "Tomorrow will be the finals of the soccer competition, right? And I heard you'll be throwing a party after the game?" She added, her eyes fixed on mine, expecting a confirmation.

I smiled and nodded, trying to suppress my excitement. A smile gradually formed on Jessica's face, replacing her previous irritation. The news had ignited a spark of enthusiasm within her.

"Let's go girls! We still have time to master our cheerleading stunts for tomorrow's competition!" Jessica exclaimed a gleam of determination in her eyes. The girls nodded in agreement, their spirits uplifted by Jessica's unwavering enthusiasm. As they started walking away from us, the sound of giggling caught my attention. She turned to face me again with a mischievous grin, and she blew me a flying kiss, accompanied by a playful wink as her squad laughed. But the sight alone made me queasy and sent chills down my spine.

I'm sorry Jessica but I already have someone I like.

"That was utterly gross," said a familiar voice from behind us, so the three of us immediately turned to see who it was. As we pivoted, our eyes widened in surprise at the sight before us. Standing there, with a disgusted look on her face, was Erin.