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Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Megan

I ran forward, my eyes locked on the football. P.E was a favorite subject of mine, and I was definitely enjoying myself today.

The ball landed in my hands and I tucked it into my side, running towards the end of the field to score.

The wind felt nice as I ran. The girls couldn't get me, and most of the guys were still shocked about the fact that I could play as well as them. I smiled slightly to myself. This could be another easy score.

I was a few yards from scoring when all of a sudden I was knocked down sideways, a pair of strong hands around my waist. The weirdest feeling went through my body, beginning at my waist. I shut my eyes.

My head hit the ground and I tried not to lose the ball. I rolled from the impact, groaning. I swore. My head hurt.

"Sorry Stewart. Not this time," a voice spoke. 

It belonged to a boy.

"Well, you didn't have to hit me so hard," I snapped, opening my eyes.

I saw a pair dark green eyes looking at at me. I looked at the boy, still a bit dazed. My head had taken a hard hit.

His lips were pulled up a bit and I realized he was smirking. My eyes roamed on their own. The dark hair that was a bit messy, but very attractive. The square jaw, the muscles, and the arms that were still around me.

What happened to the good day I wanted? This was the last person I wanted to see, let alone be under. Stupid universe.

"Done checking me out, Stewart?" he teased. 

I narrowed my eyes.

"I wasn't checking you out. You're imagining things, Wesly," I lied as I rolled my eyes.

"Liar," he accused with a smirk. 

I felt butterflies in my stomach.

Wait a minute. Butterflies? Where'd they come from?

"I'm not lying."

"Then why do you keep staring at me?" he asked pointedly.

"Well, for one thing, you're still holding on to me. And for another, you have something on your face," I retorted, attempting to get up.

He released me and chuckled as I stumbled over my feet. I was a downright klutz sometimes.

"Two left feet, huh?" he asked as I made my way to the gym. 

I stopped and turned around.

"Wesly, shut that mouth of yours before I shut it for you," I snapped. "Also, in case your tiny brain didn't know, the 'two left feet' applies to dancing."

"And how are you going to do that? It takes two to tango, beautiful," Wesly teased. 

I raised an eyebrow.

"You don't want to know," I grumbled as I stomped towards the gym. 

"Are you alright?" my P.E teacher asked me. 

"Yeah, I'm fine," I answered.

"Are you sure? It seemed like you hit your head pretty hard. You don't have a headache or anything?" she questioned.