The Prank Wars [On Hold]

Three: Where Soccer Players Do It Best

'We're just two lost souls/Swimming in a fish bowl, Year after year'-Wish You Were Here, Pink Floyd

Charlie's POV:-

You know that feeling you get when you're seconds away from throwing up and you cannot physically fathom how uncomfortable it's making you.

Yeah, that one.

Now multiply it by ten and you get how I feel whenever I'm within a mile radius of Worthington.

Poke.

"...and by carrying the x forward we can factorise it..." Professor Gardner droned on, perfectly oblivious to the demon child currently poking my gut out.

Poke.

I swear if he didn't stop soon, I would have a finger sized hole in my stomach.

Poke.

And he'll have a foot shaped dent on his balls!

"Can you cut it out!" I hissed.

Very slowly, he lifted his chin from where it was cradled on one of his arms. The other one was lazily swinging by the edge of his chair as it grasped the poking device. Briefly, I wondered if Darius was aware that you could actually use a pen to write with instead of performing toddler-like shenanigans.

He ran a hand through his hair. Carefully focusing his gaze on me and smirking, he spoke,"What is it, midget?" He innocently raised his eyebrows in question, "Some of us are actually here to study."

That was it! Furiously turning to face him, I grabbed him by the collar. Face to face, we were only a hair's breadth apart and I willed myself to not be affected by his proximity. I seethed, "WILL YOU FUCKIN-"

"Miss Tanner!" Professor Gardner stopped me, his nostrils flaring as he took in the fact that I was currently attempting to choke the boy sitting next to me, "Detention after school. See me."

"But-" I protested.

"No buts. Now, if you don't mind, I'm supposed to do a job they're definitely not paying me enough for." With that he turned back to explaining his equations.

I gaped openly. This couldn't be happening. This year I needed a clean record and it was all wiped away because of stupid Worthington. Darius smirked and mouthed something that looked like 'sucker'.

His back still facing us, Professor Gardner called out, "You too, Mr. Worthington. Detention after school."

I silently pumped my fist from where Darius could see it. He scowled in response but it was quickly replaced by a grin. "Glad to see you're so excited to be spending a whole hour with me." He pointed out.

My face suddenly dropped at the thought of bearing with him for such an extended period of time. Damn him!

Please, God, give me strength...

***

The bloody idiot had been ten minutes late for detention and Professor Gardner had let it go without an argument.

Of course, when he came in looking the way he did. It took all my strength to remember I was supposed to hate him.

Freshly showered from soccer practice, it seemed like he didn't even have enough time to towel himself properly. His hair was wind blown in a sexy 'just-went-for-a-jog' kind of way and was slightly spiking up from the moisture gathered in it. He was wearing a white button down that had become see through as it clung to his wet body.