He lowered his head towards me, a cocky grin spreading across his lips as he raked his eyes across my body before landing them back on mine.
I clicked my tongue in annoyance before averting my eyes, ignoring the blush that threatened to run across...
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CHAPTER TEN AFTER PARTY CONSEQUENCES!
I WAS SITTING OUT AGAIN.
Undoubtedly I knew, half of this was my fault. If I didn't brutally punch the alarmingly disturbing face of Tyler, I wouldn't be here, sitting on a bench and wasting my day away. I could be on the field, practicing my kicks, cleaning my passes—anything really. Alas, I was forced to sit out, watching my teammates run through their drills. I was quickly becoming tired of this role others are placing upon my head; watcher, why was I watching? Why couldn't I be doing, partaking in those drills, giving feedback as well as taking.
Deep down I knew the reason why. Know that I'm not stupid, I know my shit—at least as much information I can stuff into my brain before it shuts down—I just happen to make stupid decisions.
Like punching Tyler.
The other half was not my fault. As soon as the media sniffed out the fact that the eldest son of Aiden Camden brutally beat up an innocent teenage boy, they clung onto the story like sharks smelling blood. Articles among articles popped up in minutes, I was the bad guy, the villain, which was expected.
Of course they keep out the part where Tyler was harassing an almost passed out body by the stairs. He wasn't taking no for an answer, so I did what I had to do to get him off the poor girl. Of course they kept out the part describing the obscenely worded insults he spouted about my family. Of course they did.
So I hit him.
It's not like he didn't deserve it. The guy had it coming, if not by me, then by the girl's boyfriend. He got off scot free, while I; the villain, spent this Friday's game on the bench. The first game of the season—while being a practice match between our school and another—was being spent on the bench, warming it. I wasn't just letting myself down, I was letting down my team; my friends, because I couldn't get my head together.
I flexed my fingers, looking down with a scowl before wincing. The colour of my knuckles was a raging purple and red, some swollen and split open. They thrummed with a pain that had me pushing down the urge to groan with every intake of breath. I'd used ice to calm down the swelling before letting both of my younger siblings place a group of bandaids on them. They scattered over the planes of my skin, some slowly pealing off with the sweat gathering due to the sun.
I would say punching Tyler ended up being worthless if it wasn't for the shocked look on Mara's face as I did so. It was amusing to see the ever so pissed off and annoyed Mara, looking at me with something other than anger. Looking back, she did look shocked, I wouldn't be surprised if her eyes popped out of her sockets with how wide they were.
You did it for her.
I ignored the voice in my head ( like I do with everyone ) and instead continued to take notes on the game in front of me. An action I was having trouble doing because the only thing appearing in my head was her. I couldn't get her out of my head, especially considering the fact that she randomly called me last night, because she felt like it. What made it worse was the fact that my traitorous mouth decided that it was a good idea to blurt the word friends, friends!
