Goaling Score [DISCONTINUED]

[2]

dominic's pov

I walked up to Szymon's house and knocked on the door. The door opens and Szy was infront of me. I gave him a wink and I put my arm around his shoulder. We started to walk to school and had small conversations during so.

"Had fun yesterday?" I ask. We had things planned when his parents were out yesterday. Anyways, he grins and looks up at me.

"So much." he says. He rested his head on my shoulder as we continued to walk.

I look at his ocean blue eyes which in fact, made me blush. Szymon looks right back at me and a glimpse of his smile shows. I smile back and gave him a peck on the cheek.

* * *

I moved desks and sat beside Szymon. We chatted a little, maybe flirted too, but that's a different topic for a different day. Back to the topic; The prof entered and started her lesson.

As the lesson went forward, I notice Szy glancing at time to time. I blush since now I knew he was staring. I turn to him and caught him, he was in fact staring. I chuckle a little before the professor turned around.

"Are we alright there, Dominic?" Professor Bent says. I nod as I watched Szymon chuckle.

"Yes ma'am." I say. She turns back to the screen and Szy and I turn to eachother's direction.

"Your fault, not mine." he mumbles, putting his hands up like a prisoner.

I shake my head, smirking, as I turned back to the screen. I wrote a little and had whispering sessions with my love.

* * *

It was time for gym class. Today, the professor planned a soccer match for the class. She made us make a line, seperating the boys and the girls. And of course, she split me and Szy. I pout a bit and looked at him directly.

"Good luck." he mouths. I nod as the prof decided on the goalie for each team.

Soon enough, the game started. I started the game and threw the ball back and forth to my team members. The ball goes to Szymon and he runs to the net. I look at him proudly as he got it in. Even if he's on the opposing team, there's no reason for he and I to become rivals.

* * *

I walked out to the field for lunch and spotted my friends. I joined them and we started practicing for the soccer match later this evening, Szymon included. Breyden walks up to me and nudged my arm playfully.

"Good luck on the field, Dom!" he says. I chuckle and turn to Szymon who looked all jealous. There he goes again with all that. He glared at me and shake his head. I nod, immediately knowing what he means.

"I got you, dear."