FRIDAY-
I watched as each football player walked out behind each other into the massive pitch. Including jace.
Me and Olivia were sat next to each other, barley noticeable in the masses amount of people and students all huddled together around the game.
Today's match was between white oak and riverbank high. Are team wore white with black writing and the opponents team wore blue with white writing. Our team, if you didn't know, is white oak which is why we wear white clothes.
"I'm so excited, I really hope we win!" I squealed to liv excitedly
"I know, and jace better win this for us or I will punch that hollow head of his and-" liv was cut off by me from her sudden out burst of frustration.
"Okay calm down girl, don't worry about it, Jace will do great!" I said probably giving he false hope
"Your right!" She nodded
We turned are attention back onto the game just as it was about to start, both teams were facing opposite one an other almost as if they were challenging them.
'Today's match is between white oak and-
I zoned out during the boring speech, my gaze landed on a certain sex God mingled within the other team players.
Zach
"He's just so gaze worthy isn't he?" I said dreamily to Olivia
"Uh huh" she replied with the same state of trance that I was in.
We were soon snapped out of our state as the countdown to the match started.
'3..2..1.. GO!'
The whistle was blown and That's how the match began.
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It's now 35 minutes since the game had begun and the score is 4:2 to us. Jace scored a goal, Zach scored two goal and one of jaces friend scored another goal.
We were half way into the game now and things are looking up. I mean i never doubted our team because come on, we have zach and jace. Two of the best players and im not just saying that because, one- zach is perfect in every way possible, two- jace is my bestfriend.
i'm saying it because it true, they are amazing players, i seriously don't know how they do it. well atleast it gives them a perfect body for me to look at during practice.
i turn my attention back to the game and watch intently as every little movement is made, how there muscles flex as they take every step and kick towards the ball. how there hair is dripping with sweat and the wind trying to collect the moisture.
CZYTASZ
The bet with the bad boy
Non-FictionShes Skye Carson, he's Zach Jones. She's rich, he's not. He's bad, she's good. He's popular, she's just another face in the crowed but that is until 1 high school party, 1 stupid bet and 1 unexpected love story. He only wants one thing, and that's S...
