CH3: let's talk.

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As I walked threw the double doors to the school pool. The smell of chlorine filled my lungs as I heard the shrill tweet of a whistle and splashes of water.

Scanning the lowly sunlit light blue and white mini colisseum. I stepped farther in, Damn this school really does love their swimmers as much as foot ball. I heard another ear splitting whistle and bear footsteps slapping on damp concrete tromping theyr way to me as I heard them yelling.

"Your not supposed to be in here during practice"! A deep angry voice growled. When I turned to see the owner charging tword me. It was none other than the demon shark of the peach creek minnows himself.

How, he looked kinda weird, even for him. His flexing body loomed tword me, he wore that Damn beanie casting that black glow on his blue eyes, the standard issue sweat coat open showing off long lean toned abbs, skin tight Speedo leaves nothing to the imagination, huh I thought he be'bigger' and more- WHOA WAIT A MINUTE! I was cut off form that thought when his hand jerked the collar of my shirt to his face. "What are you doing here". I looked down at his hand, all bandaged up to his elbow with the jacket pulled back.

Shoving him off remembering how pissed I was, I spat back at him. "Dude, fucks the deal with everyone saying I saved Nazz. We all know-" a bandaged hand was clutched against my mouth the bitter smell of fresh blood filling my nose, as he growled. Eddward looked around. "Not here." Then he gestured to fallow.

So here we sat in the coaches office inside the locker room. He sat behind the desk filling out paperwork with his left hand. Me, I leaned against the door slouching.

"You gonna answer me anytime soon?" I grumbled quirking an eyebrow. He rolled his eye's at me looking up from the paper.

Leaning back in the chair, just for a second I thought I saw him wince. God how had puberty hit him so fucking hard? What is that thing the girls say, he got Nevel longbottom'ed? Then he spoke. That cocky deep voice.

"Am I to enquire your intentions are not to desist until I answer? God now I remember one of the reasons I was always pounding on him when we were younger .

"Yea man. What gives? Like Rolf, he's having a heart attack cause he can't repay you, some old country Shit I guess; and Nazz feels WAY guilty."

He stood up and came around leaning on the front of the desk. He held his bandaged hand behind him, but I saw the blood.
"Well dear Kevin. Everyone possesses an outward representation they wish to keep intact."

I snorted my arms still crossed. "So this is about your reputation? You don't want people finding out. What, your a good person?" I was laughing at this point.

Suddenly a dark shadow eclipsed the light in front of me. I looked up, shocked I slammed myself back into the door. His good arm above me. Yea, I was probably stronger, but he was taller.

Dark black rimmed eyes boor down at me. His electric blue iris' held violet streaks. All contrasting against his flawless pale skin. We were close, too close, way too close. I tried moving back, no good. This is so bad.

He leaned closer to me. Close enough I could feel his breath. A small grin, evil as it was seductive played on his lips. He was leaning his face into me. Right beside to my ear as he seductively purred out his next sentence. "Is that so bad?"

I felt his other hand on the outside of my knee. Sliding its way slowly up to mid thigh. I-I couldn't do anything. I was just paralyzed. Eddward's hand traveled higher up my leg. Gazing down at me once more, he spoke.

"If you don't do something the big bad shark is going to eat you up." His hand reached the highest point on my leg.

Then out of nowhere, I was floating; backwards, numb to everything that's just happened. That is until a hard ass back flop on a fucking concrete floor brought me to my senses.

Eddward was crouched above, well more like on top of me. As I starred blankly at the ceiling. "For both our benefits. Let things be as they are."

He stood up stepping over me. I tilted my head to gawk at the upside down demon. He paused turning back again. "Ok pumpkin."

Pumpkin?

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