Swapped Love | ✓

■ Game

"Yes!" Naomi jumped up, shouting and waving the banner.

"You can sit down now," I said, sipping cola.

We were sitting and watching Jared and his team ram the enemy team. People were shouting and cheering. There were joyous echoes bursting through my eardrums and I was seeing a game after many years. Jared was indeed a good player.

They were clearly winning hands down and I could see why Jared was on the frontline of his team. I didn't understand much about sports but I could figure he was playing really well, considering how he had scored most of the points.

"Oh, boy. Your guy is hot. Literally drooling over him," Naomi said, blinking rapidly.

I turned pink.

"Firstly, he is not my guy. Secondly, he is indeed hot," We burst out giggling.

"Man, I would seriously be into him if you don't. Its like pure sex rolled in chocolate," She nudged me.

"Don't objectify now."

"Just appreciating the beauty."

Soon, the game ended with Jared's team winning. To be honest, we did watch the match but we were arguing over whether I should or should not make a move on Jared while also commenting on the guys in the seats next to us and who would suit Naomi more.

We had arrived five minutes into the match, so we couldn't meet Jared before he started playing. I had received a message before we arrived asking where was I, and I replied we would arrive a bit late because I had to pick Naomi.

Jared got lifted on the boys' shoulders as they hollered in victory. He pumped his fists in air, shouting his voice hoarse before he looked at the stands. I saw his eyes searching the audience amidst the shouting and finally it rested on me. He beamed and waved at me enthusiastically.

I waved back and flashed him a thumbs up.

"Oh... already waving and smiling, huh?" Naomi smirked, "Look at you, blushing like an besotted fool."

I ignored her and smiled at him. Jared signalled me to meet him outside the changing room as he finally got lifted down and walked out with the other boys.

I tugged Naomi along with me, "Come on, he called us."

"You mean you. Why are you taking me?" Naomi asked as I pulled her away.

"Because his friends might be there and it would be really awkward being around so much testosterone. I need my partner," I muttered, before spotting the changing room.

We waited for few minutes, checking out other people when Jared came out in his normal T-shirt and jeggings, showered and panting loudly. He was looking quite good with that wet hair but poor guy seemed like he had ran a marathon.

"You okay? You look a little out of breath," I said, letting out a small laugh as he brushed his hair, trying to get rid of the dripping water.

"Well, yeah. I was-" He began but got interrupted by a loud voice.

"Jared, dude! Where the hell-" A guy came out and stopped looking at us.

"Oh, I see the reason why you took the fastest shower in the history of showers," He grinned cheekily, looking at us.

The guy had black messy hair and deep blue eyes with a light scar across his eyebrow. He gave us a mischievous smile before blatantly checking us out. I couldn't blame him because we were doing the exact thing few minutes back.

Jared glared at him and lightly punched him on the stomach, "Don't start again."

"Man! It hurts! Don't do that! Anyway, hi, I am Kyle. Jared's friend," He extended his hand while his other hand rubbed his stomach.