The Artificial Bad Boy

T w e n t y O n e || The art of football part 2

Watching the team practice was devastatingly boring. Don't get me wrong, it's great seeing Cole work out his muscles and everything but seriously, it had been thirty minutes and they still haven't began playing football yet. I didn't like the game of football, but it was better then watching the boys do suicides and push ups. 

How long are practices usually? I tried to recall back when I was dating Daniel. I mean, sometimes I would hang out with him after practice. So if I remember well enough, I could roughly estimate the time. Using all the brain power I could get, I began to remember. Well, our school ended at 2:50 and we usually met around 6:30. If you take in the fact that Daniel had to wash and get dressed to meet me, the time would be -

Practice was three hours. Fucking hell.

"Argh," I groaned. I didn't want to stay here for that long, especially since I could be doing something productive like watching the latest episode of my current shows.

I should've thought everything through before making a decision.

This was a common problem for me though. I was a rash person and an impatient one too. I usually made decisions without thinking them through. Rashness was a natural character trait that I couldn't control very well. Unless, I was determined not to be rash, which was rarely. For instance, the whole Cole dating thing was started by me. I mean, fake dating him was great and all but I still started the mess with my stupid mouth.

But without my dumb ass mouth, me and Cole's friendship wouldn't have progressed far. Plus, I wouldn't have gotten revenge on Daniel and Nicole.

I guess my rashness is useful sometimes.

Speaking of Cole, it's absolutely crazy how far me and Cole's friendship had gone. It hasn't even been a month but it feels like we'd known each other for long. I've seen him genuinely smile, laugh, and we've had conversations. Our exchanges made me forget that Cole wasn't a social person. In my eyes, Cole was so easy to talk to. It almost feels like we're a legitimate couple.

Of course I knew it was fake.

Alas, even though it seems like I know him. I still didn't know Cole. Sure, it felt like we were friends since the stone age. Yet, my knowledge about him was almost nonexistent. What is his relationship with his parents? Has he liked a girl in the past? What movies does he like? How did this bad boy phase even start? But there was an even bigger question that lingered in my mind. Something that was secretly bothering me throughout the weeks.

Why is Cole so nice?

To someone like Conner of course, he isn't nice. Which is obvious because Cole beat him up. Although, Conner totally deserved it. But to me, Cole's like a obedient cute, little, puppy. I can't imagine him drugging the teachers or anything like that. Heck, I couldn't even imagine him smoking.

Actually, other than hitting Conner, I had never seen him do anything relatively bad. To me, he was just so innocent.

A boy who's first kiss I stole.

I touched my lips lightly, it tickled as memories flowed in.

He was so clueless. Someone who drugged the teachers hadn't gotten their first kiss? Things just didn't add up. Like stacking uneven bricks over a crumbly foundation, nothing seemed to be right. Someone as good looking as him, should've kissed a girl by their senior year, especially since girls threw themselves onto him. 

The more I thought about it, the more things didn't make sense. And I began to feel worried.

Just then, I heard the boys cheer. I looked up to see them gathering in the middle of the field in football position. I wasn't sure what that pose was called, when the opposing teams face each other, but whatever. They must have decided teams while I was dozing off because every member had either a blue or red scarf hung onto them, signalling which team they are on.