Dude's A Lady?

Chapter Twenty

"Marry me." Art heaved when our game was finished. His face was flushed from the workout, but he had a huge smirk on his face.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. Together with Art, we beat Blake and Ty. Everyone but Ty was shocked that I could actually play.

"Sorry, I don't marry sexist pigs." I laughed, walking past Art who had went as far as kneeling on one knee.

"Hey Hermosa, all I heard was sex and marry!" he called after me.

I ignored him and walked over to gloat around Blake and Ty. They really are better players than Art and I, but their chemistry during the game was awful. They both hogged the ball from each other, and they ignored golden passes.

I didn't know whether to be disappointed, because already my plan was failing. Or happy because I whipped their asses.

I'll take happy for now, because that means I can gloat.

"How does it feel to have your asses handed to you by a girl?" I laughed gloating. Both boys blushed and refused to look at me. I took satisfaction in knowing that I rightfully embarrassed them.

"Arrogant is not a good look on you." Ty quipped shooting me a crooked smile. It was his way of saying, no hard feelings.

"Oh please, I look good in anything babe." I winked at him playfully. Ty smirked playfully, but that look in his eyes caught me off guard. It was the same look he gave me when I fell on him before Blake and Art arrived. It was like he was hoping-wishing for something.

What he wanted was still a mystery to me.

"Stop making googly eyes at my woman!" Art yelled breaking the moment.

It was only then that I noticed Art limping - I kicked him in the shin for being a perv- towards us. Blake was already walking off the field. Frowning, I ran after him.

"Blake, wait up!" I called after him. He kept walking as if ignoring me and even sped up in strides. Groaning in frustration, I jogged until I reached him. Clasping his shoulder, I hauled him to a stop.

"What is it?" he asked, but from his tone I knew he was holding back his temper. Realizing I sensed hostility, he ran his hands through his jet black hair tiredly, as if shaking off a feeling. "Sorry, I'm just tired." he muttered lamely.

I wasn't buying it, but I also wasn't going to question it.

"Where are you going? What about our plan to mend your friendship with Ty?" I asked waving off his attitude.

Blake tensed and looked angry. Not at me, but at Ty. He glared him down as Tyson was oblivious to it all. He and Art had occupied themselves by wrestling each other.

Boys, I thought to myself, rolling my eyes.

But, if looks could kill, Ty would be dead where he stood. I didn't understand how a great friendship like theirs had strayed to far. Ty had always talked about Blake being the brother he never had. I just couldn't wrap my mind around Blake's anger towards Ty.

And it wasn't just Blake. I had caught Ty glaring at Blake in the same manner. Something dark was brewing between the two and it had sparked almost out of nowhere.

"I'm sorry Vivi, but I can't be around him." He said bitterly before stalking off. I was quick to catch him again, but this time he didn't stop.

"What happened to you two?" I asked jogging alongside of him.

It was then that he stopped. I crashed into his back and nearly fell when he caught me. I was panting in his arma, when we caught each others gaze. He looked so damn hurt and as odd as it sounded, I wanted to stop it.