"What Are You Waiting For?" || ORIGINAL STORY.

Chapter Forty-Nine.

Tanya's POV.

A week had just passed.

Today, there weren't any activities planned, so the boys wanted to play a friendly match of football..

I was the one with the towels and water bottles, yikes..

I just stood there, watching the boys play for quite a while.

Darren and Isaac were on different teams.

Darren's team was currently winning.. by a lot, surprisingly.

Isaac wasn't even paying attention to the game, his eyes glued on me.

A part of me felt a little.. bad for him. 

After all, he seemed to have a little crush on me.

He'd been talking to me a lot, being extra nice..

I glanced over at Darren, who didn't seem to notice anything, his attention entirely on the game.

Darren's team scored a goal, and he smirked, high fiving a few of his team mates.

He suddenly caught my eye, his gaze roaming over me, a ghost of a smile on his face.

Isaac's team started to make a comeback.

While Darren continued to play, Isaac was still staring at me, his eyes fixed on my form.

I shifted a little, feeling a little uncomfortable under his intense gaze.

Darren scored another goal, giving their team a significant lead again.

I watched him, his sweaty form, his dishevelled hair, the slight smirk on his face.

Isaac's team was trying really hard to catch up.

Suddenly, it was time for a timeout.

Darren jogged over to me, grabbing a towel and gulping down some water.

His eyes raked over me, a subtle hint of possessiveness in his gaze.

"You okay, Sweetheart?"

I gave him a small nod, handing him a towel.

Instead of wiping off his own sweat, he suddenly patted my head with the towel, wiping off the little bit of sweat on my forehead.

He still managed to look hot as hell, even with all that sweat on him.

Isaac then walked to me to get a towel.

I handed him a towel and a water bottle, but I could feel Darren's eyes on me, watching every interaction I had with Isaac.

"Thanks," Isaac said, his eyes shifting from me to Darren for a fraction of a second.

Darren was watching us, his eyes fixed on Isaac to see what he would do or say.

Isaac seemed kind of breathless to even care.

He was drowning in sweat.

"You're sweating a lot," I said, frowning slightly.

"Yeah.. the match is pretty intense," 

He panted a little, taking another drink from the water bottle and gulping it down in one go.

I couldn't help but take another towel and try to get as much sweat off of him as possible.

I couldn't imagine how sweaty it must be to play in this heat—I mean, I'm practically sweating just by standing here, watching.