18| ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ....

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ᴊᴜꜱᴛɪᴄᴇ ɪꜱɪᴍᴇ ᴇꜱꜱɪᴇᴛ.

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"Goalllll!!!!!"

The first team of guys in the field ran around in happiness as Amir scored another goal. Even Coach Daniels was smiling happily as almost all of them jumped on one another on the pretty carpet grass.

Taking a look at Coach Daniels, I'm sure he was regretting not putting Amir sooner in the Manchester United team. The game had started off with Chelsea beating their asses down with three to one. Amir volunteered to help and now it was three to three.

"Thirty more minutes!!"

The game started again. There was obviously tension in the air as Manchester United fans were silently hoping their Head boy scores another one for them. I was hoping as well, and it distracted me from being disgusted by the lewd gazes of the guys around me.

Some boys..eew

It could be because of what I was wearing. SLC made two separate sport wears for those who participated in Sports and those who did not. Those who didn't had a vest and jogger like trousers as their wear. While those who did? Well, I guess it depends on which sport you were doing. But generally for the participators, it was jogger like trousers for the guys and little shorts that left nothing unexposed for the females.

The little shorts I was wearing.

It was uncomfortable, I didn't like my thighs to be exposed. Even worse it was tight around my hips, just the right candy to feed boys eyes.

Eew again.

"Goalllll!!"

I snapped out of my thinking and saw that Amir had scored again. Right at the last minute. A big grin enveloped my face as I stared at how they carried him up on their shoulders. I was hundred percent sure that Coach will ask him to join them. But knowing Amir, he wouldn't. Because his heart belonged to the race track.

Girls squealed and ran to hug him. He hugged everyone and accepted all of the back clapping. I stood where I was because I did not want to be trampled upon by the mob. Perhaps I'll greet him later in class.

I turned to leave, wanting now to go sleep or do something to distract me. The football match was good, but it was over now.

"Justice?"

I froze.

I turned around slowly to meet him behind me. Even though he was sweaty, he still looked hell attractive! And no, the sweat didn't disgust me, rather it drew me in.

It made his chocolate skim even more yummy. Pretty in a way that made me want to run my hands down on it.

"Amir. Congratulations" I greeted with a smile. He smiled back and walked closer to me.

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