Jock. // Emilio Martinez Fanfiction

four.

(Him)

Sweat. Alcohol. Drugs. Was all I sensed, it was gross quite frankly.

Ivan and I have been at Ryan's party for about an hour and it hasn't gotten lit yet. Ryan throws sick parties but I don't know whats wrong with this one. I have a feeling of wanting to loosen up but theres a slight voice telling me I shouldn't. Once again, I'm left as the mom for the night, as well as the designated driver.

Now that I think about it, its really not the worst. I mean I'm on a couch with a bunch of girls all over me. Its great. If I were drunk I guess I'd partake in more action but, at least I'll remember this. I get up from the couch and walk to pour myself a sprite. From the corner of my eye, I see my brother's, very messy head of hair with some blonde curls draping over him. Must be Stacy.

Wait. That's Stacy.

I wonder if she brought her friend.

I keep wondering. Wondering who she is. Wondering where the hell she came from. Wondering what parent she got that attitude from because, quite honestly that whole bullshit speech she did back at the school was lowkey hot.

I keep on drinking my sprite and look above and around all the sweaty people. Nope, nothing. For a couple of minutes, I check Instagram: all my likes, comments, oh and specially the dms. Instagram gets boring after a few minutes of scrolling thru pictures of drunk people, so I just head outside. Still on my phone, I'm now checking the new snapchat update. This is some next level stalker shit. What person in their right mind would ever use this? As I finally reach some fresh air, I attempt to go down the three steps as I'm disrupted by a push. Making me almost drop the drink, I definitely drop my phone. Who has the nerve to try me right now? I think.

I bend down to grab the phone, and take a deep breath. Preparing to throw some salt at this whoever person that made me drop my phone, I freeze. "Oh, I'm so sorry," I hear an apology.

Its her. Oh shit.

Oh man, I didn't think I would run into her this soon. Honestly I wasn't expecting a run-in at all. She turned around to check if my phone was alright and moved her gaze onto my face. I could tell she didn't feel sorry anymore. I heard her scoff, and she walked back into the house.

Its now or never Emilio, if she goes in there you will never see her again. Well.. maybe tomorrow but- get your shit together c'mon bro you can do this. You've talked to many girls before, she shouldn't have to be any trouble, just keep your cool.

"Wait!" I managed to let out after standing there for what felt like forever. She stopped in her tracks and slowly turned around.

Whoa.

"What?" She sounded annoyed. "Can I talk with you for a second?" I asked. The girl probably thought I was insane, I think I was really pushing it as it looked like she didn't wanna be near me at all. "Ha, you're insane," She was about to turn back around again but, I grabbed her wrist and dragged her down the street with me. She attempted to keep up with my pace in her heels while pulling her hand away from mine. I don't know what I'm doing and I don't know what I'm gonna talk to her about.

"You're Stacy's friend right?" I ask, hoping she doesn't run away. "I guess so, yeah" She rolled her eyes. "Whats your name?" I asked again. "My name? Why should I tell you my name?" real stubborn, this girl is. "Why are you here?" I questioned once again but, it sounded quite blunt once it left my mouth. I didn't mean for it to sound rude, I just wanna know the reason she's here. "I'm here because I felt like coming and are you really trying to play twenty questions right now?"

"I'm really not trying to play twenty questions but... now that you mention it (wink wink*)," I tried being sarcastic. It didn't work for me though, I always end up sounding like I love myself more than I should.

"Dude, you're so... conceited. How do any of these girls like you?" She seemed more annoyed than before. That stung a little though.

"Actually, they love me. Bet you will too,"I fired back.

"Wow, there you are being conceited again. Are you done talking to me? I need to head back, Stacy's probably looking for me,"

"No she isnt," I stated. These little remarks were the only thing that kept her talking to me so I wasn't going to stop until she told me her name or something about her. "How would you even know? You treated her like shit back at the school. You might of done her for a night but, you know nothing about her," Alright she thinks I'm Ivan, awesome.

While I was caught up thinking, I noticed her walking back into the house. This was my last chance. Until tomorrow, and the day after.

"If you must know, I'm not Ivan," I shouted across the street and all she gave back was the lovely finger.

fuck.

That didn't go how I planned it. Now, I need another plan for tomorrow and I need it now.

Tuesdays are always better than Mondays.

***Heyy everyone!! sorry for the delayed chapter, I've been kind of busy, but I hope you enjoy this :)) comment what you think will happen next chapter! how far do you think Emilio will go to get to know this girl??