Goaling Score [DISCONTINUED]

[1]

We had thirty seconds until the match ends. The referee whistled and Dominic caught the ball. He ran and passed the ball to me. As ten seconds was on the clock, I passed the ball to Martin. He then kicks the ball to the net and we got a goal. The Panthers (their team) won and we celebrated in the field.

I gave Dominic a fist bump and a hardly unnoticeabal wink. Martin chuckled beside me as he nudged my arm playfully.

"Good game, Szymon!" Martin says. I smirk and shake my head.

"You did well too." I say. I turn to Dom who was smiling right at me. I smile back before turning back to the group.

* * *

I sat on my desk at the class. As I did, Dominic popped up behind me. I felt his breath against my nape and I jumped a little.

"You scared the shit outta me, Dom!" I say, covering my chest. He just laughs a little before leaning in towards my neck.

"I could really bite your neck right now, Szy. It looks extra delicious than last times." Dominic says. I blush at the comment and turn to face him.

"Shut up! We're in literal public," I say, looking around at the class. "Don't flirt till later."

"Dominic, put your bottom down on a chair. You are a senior now, so why do I have to tell you?" Professor Bent says. Dominic gave me a wink before going back to his seat.

* * *

It was finally time to go to soccer practice. Dominic and I walked together, his hand on my shoulder, and we chatted a little.

"Ready to kill this practice?" he asks. I look up at him and smirk.

"Yes, actually." I say.

We arrive at practice and the rest of the team huddled up. We started get in the game and threw the ball around. Dominic killed it on the field and I couldn't help but blush. I was entirely distracted until the coach yelled.

"Get your head in the game, Szymon!" the coach says, clapping his hands in between words. I snap out of it and kicked the ball out of someone's legs.

The game finally ended and I packed up. I grabbed my water bottle and took sips. I felt a breath brush against my nape and I turn to see Dom.

"What?" I ask. "Are you waiting for me?"

Dominic nods as he grabs his bag. I roll my eyes playfully and put my hand on his shoulder. We started walking to his house since we were gonna 'study' for midterms.

The two of us arrived and we went straight to his room. He grabs my face and gave a small peck on my lips. I chuckle as I stare onto his bright ocean eyes.

"You ready to beat me in our match?" I ask. Dominic grins as he leans in even closer.

"You can beat me at soccer, but never our wrestling matches."