Last Shot

Last Shot- Chapter Seven

AN: Oh yes I know. Really late upload. But I'm in senior year and it is really should be spelled as S-T-R-E-S-S. So pls spare me, I'd really finish this story, I promise.

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"I can offer you my life, but it is a short life; I can offer you my heart, though I have no idea how many more beats it shall sustain." -Cassandra Clare, The Infernal Devices

CHAPTER SEVEN

The rest of our PE was spent with the usual stretching while we took shameless glances at the hot football guys across the field. Although my eyes are focusing on one guy, and actually, the rest of the cheerleading team is drooling over the same guys as well.

After Adrian punched him and stalked off with Ian trailing behind him, Klent made all of us swoon when he just shook the matter off and played with the team like nothing happened. Shockingly, everyone treated him nicely. I bet that's mainly because the Herondales' presence is not around.

Oh I almost forgot! Did I mention that Kendra, the head cheerleader, is not here with us? She's actually across the field near the football area, sitting cross-legged by the benchers and flipping her hair every time she cheers for Klent. How pathetic. Here we are, improving our flexibility and drooling from afar while our very own head cheerleader is flirting like a desperate blonde.

After our PE, we all went to the locker room to take a shower. After my cold shower, I changed into my jeans and plain black shirt. I took my things and went out of the locker room and into the hall. I was walking by the hallway when I saw Klent by his locker. I was contemplating whether I should go and approach him. But if I will, what would I even say? Think Megan, think.

Right. I could ask him if he wanna go home with Nathan and I. Yep, that seems like a believable question to ask for talking to him. Yet before I could get near him, he turned around and saw me, grinning so gleefuliy.

Wait, he's not glaring at me?

Klent jogged towards me, there's only a little bruise on his jaw that Adrian left when he punched him. "Hey Meg!"

Oh, the nickname is back. "Hi..." I greeted, more like a question than a greeting.

"I texted Nathan and told him that we'll go home together." He smiled then suddenly got worried, "That is... if its okay with you?"

"Yeah, of course..." I answered, happily yes. But utterly confused. He was all cold and mad at me then what? Bipolar much. "What's the celebration?"

He shrugged, joy etched clearly on his face. "Just happy with the football team earlier and of course, being accepted as the replacement quarterback. Although its a shame I always come second..."

I shook my head at him, "No, no. It is not something to be ashamed about. It is entirely a good thing." He look at me like I'm an alien or something, his eyes rounding in disbelief. I analyzed what was up and then, oh! I took hold of his hand! I quickly dropped it and coughed, clearing my voice and trying to pretend that it was nothing but a mere, simple and meaningless gesture of a friend. "So... where are we going then?" I asked, verting the topic back.

"Starbucks?" He suggested and I can't help but roll my eyes and scowl.

"Lame and so mainstream!" I whined and when he raised his eyebrows at me, I slapped myself mentally for reacting that way. "Sorry, I didn't mean to offend your Starbucks or something. I just think that it's too weird already with all the pathetic people buying it and oh---I didn't mean to say that you're pathetic but you see I---"

I stopped my babbling when he chuckled and put a finger on my lips. I froze at the contact and my brain got all empty. It was only his finger on my lips and his face few inches away from me as he leaned in closer. He was smiling like there was no more tomorrow. "Don't worry, I'm in love with no starbucks..." He smirked, "So no need to put your mouth on a whack or something---" I pulled my face away from his finger and started to protest...