The Bad Boys Game

4.Too Tired to Murder

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Chapter 3
Ella's P.O.V
WHAT THE HELL WAS I DOING!

With all my strength I shoved Jakes rock hard chest away from me, which caused him to crash to the ground.

"Turd Breath!" I shouted, don't judge me, it was the first insult that came to mind.

All I could see was his eyes sea blue eyes double in size with shock as he fell. I wasn't sure if it was because; A) I pushed him, B) my childish insult or C) I rejection of a kiss.

I sprinted out the house fast, my legs grew sore with the amount of effort I put in.

As soon as I reached my house I collapsed inside, my breath was heavy with joy chest rising and falling slowly. I leaned myself against the inside of the front door.

What the hell was I doing to myself. F-you stupid girly hormones, what the hell are you doing to my brain. Jake is a bad ass flirt who is messing with you. I told myself as I began to catch my breath from the sprint. God I was unfit for a soccer player.

I didn't know much about Jake. Hell the only thing I knew about him was his Surname, but one thing I could tell was he's a player. He was a mega flirt. I mustn't give in to his stupid fake charm I told myself.

Chattering and footsteps from the team came from the kitchen.The kitchen door opened and Jason came out looking like he was heading to the bathroom until he spotted me practically dead on the floor.

"God Ella, the 'Good luck out there Soldier' thing was only a joke, I didn't actually mean for you to go to war." Jason sheepishly chuckled to himself.

"Anyway what happened?!" Jason asked, as if he finally realised me lying 'dead' on the floor was not a normal thing to do.

"Jake Solomon," I frowned, whilst pulling myself up from the ground. Jason raised an eyebrow.

"Jake Salamander who." He said quickly in a high pitch sassy little teenage girl voice, I was just waiting for his hand to fall on his hip, which it did.

"My new jerk face, cocky ass, turd brain neighbour!" I seethed. God I never knew how quickly I could hate someone. If you haven't picked up earlier I am not the biggest fan of swearing. Yeah of course I do swear but I tend to keep it to a small level by using such as 'shit' and 'ass'.

"Sunshine, if I was you I would watching your language." Jason started acting all ... Let's say ''parental''. "Words such as 'turd brain' are not expectable under my roof," Jason put his hand on his heart and fake sobbed as if hurt by my language.

The door opened again and Karl walked in.

"Seriously Ella, domestic abuse is not alright." Karl just looked at me with fake disappointment shaking his head making Jason began to fake cry louder.

"Jason, shut up," I whacked him gently, I would consider it as a tap on the arm and he made a massive show of it by falling in slow motion to the ground as if in pain.