Some Secrets Hurt.

Chapter 2.

Waking up to go to soccer practice at 5:00am is possibly the hardest thing to do, i mean i love sport but does coach have to make us get up at such an ungodly hour? Sighing, i got up and headed for the shower.

About 5 minutes later i grabbed a piece of toast and keys and went to my car.

When i got to practice i quickly put my boots on and jogged over to join the team, shit i didn't lock the car, reluctantly i jogged all the way back across the field daydreaming (i tend to do that while I’m running.) until i collided with something hard, sending my sprawling backwards.

"Sorry!" i started to say but got stuck for words halfway through as i stared up at the figure, i don't remember ever seeing him around before and that said something- i knew almost everyone in this town.  He had a toned body, two snakebites, black hair that fell into his eyes. Then there were his eyes, one word; wow! i couldn’t think, all i could do was stare up at those dark blue eyes that had a slight tinge of green swirled in them.  Behind them i could see mystery-

"See something you like?' he asked smirking.

Oh my god I’ve only just met the guy and i know he's one of those arrogant and cocky types.

Ok, play it cool, say something intelligent.

"Actually i was...." i trailed off lamely, well done! You didn't sound like a special student there!

"shuddup." i mumbled- because that was a lot better.

"So are you ok just sitting' there on the cement or do you want a hand up?" he snapped impatiently. Jeez mood swing much.

"Nah, I’m fine." i said with a surprising amount of confidence but then groaning a bit as i looked down to see a big gash in my shin.

"How the hell?" i asked myself.

i heard Mr Hottie(yes I nicknamed him) let out a low whistle.

"That's a nice scratch you got there...."

"Yeah i did it myself." i replied laughing nervously.

"Here-" he said taking his shirt off and holding it on my shin, i took in a sharp breath as he look at me- his eyes full of care and was that worry? I couldn’t be sure. I let my eyes wander to his tanned chest and abs, stopping before i started drooling.  I looked up to see an amused light in his eyes,

"You know, I’m starting to feel a bit violated." he said in mock worry.    The innocent look in his eyes made me giggle then a red rise in my cheeks as i looked away nervously. He noticed and did a self-satisfied smirk.

"What's your name?" i asked quietly.

He hesitated for a second before answering until a smirk slowly spread across his face.

"Mr Hottie."

I froze, had i said that out loud? While i just looked up wide eyed at him he spoke again.

"I'm kidding! It's Elliot."

Hmmm Elliot, i like it. I smiled up at him.

"I'm Bell- Izabell, but everyone just calls me Bell, I- umm yeah.."  jeez why was i so lame around him? Sighing, i pushed myself up handing Elliot his shirt.  I’d much rather he keep it off though.

"Thanks." he said taking it. "You should probably get that checked though."

I looked down at the gash in my shin, it had already started bruising.

"Nah, it's ok, I’ll live."

"Ok."

He reached down to grab my hand to help me up, as soon as we touched sparks went all the way up my arm, spreading tingles all through my body.  I quickly let go of his hand, he was standing there with wide eyes, had he felt them too?

"So I’ll see you around maybe Elliot." i said awkwardly, secretly i was hoping i would actually see him again.

"Yeah, maybe, bye." he replied before rushing off to the car park.  As i watched him get into his silver Mercedes, my brother would die to have that car.

I soon realised that i had missed a whole hour of practice, might as well go home.

Hopping into my Holden ute i drove home thinking about Elliot, how did a whole hour go past? and did i really call him Mr Hottie out loud?     There was definitely something strange about that boy, strange and mysterious. Oh boy i want to know him.

When i got home i walked straight to my room, Ryan was out and Mum and Dad were probably in Spain somewhere anyway.  It was 7:00am by now so i got changed into my school clothes, today it was a pair of light blue skinny jeans with rips down the front of the legs, a simple tight black t-shirt with KTM printed on the back and a pair of silver ballet flats that had a little bow on the front.   I flopped down on my bed and dozed off thinking about Elliot, wow had he made that much of an impression? i was thinking about him for the second time in 2 hours...