The Boy Meets the Girl

Chapter 4: A Game?

Sierra's POV

I'm sitting at my desk in Spanish class, copying down notes while simultaneously talking to Ethan about his so called soccer skills. I have to admit, he's a great soccer player, but I won't tell him that.I kind of zoned out again, Hey, that's not my fault since this wack ass teacher bores me half to death. I come back to reality when someone accidentally bumps into my desk

"Oh sorry love, my bad." Blake says to me while walking to the pencil sharpener. LOVE. WHAT?!

"Don't worry about it" i reply, half-heartedly.There has been word going around the school that the boys volleyball team has their first home game today, right after school.

I don't ever really go to school events, I usually just go home, do my homework, eat and go to sleep. I would go but I don't have anyone to go with. I would ask Dakota but she always has something to do after school. It would be nice not run straight home and maybe show some pride in my school. I stop thinking about the game and focus on Blake who is still standing at the pencil sharpener, surprisingly.

He looks cute. ripped jeans, red sweatshirt. messy hair as always. Boy does he look hot. Sierra stop it you don't have a chance. Class quickly goes by because of all the disruption from the boys, leaving us with 5 minutes left.

I see my phone screen light up with a text from Blake.

"Hey,look behind you" with a smiley face emoji. I slowly turn around, kind of scared. I lock eyes with Blake and see that he is waving me over. I get up out of my seat, not really caring about what the teacher says since I finished my work. I'm still kind of nervous, why would he wanna talk to me when he is surrounded by all his friends? i mean we did the presentation together, and he was forced to talk to me then. Why does he want to talk to me now?

I walk over, sitting in the empty seat right next to him. He then asked me something that almost made me shit my pants.

"I was wondering if you wanna come with me to the volleyball game after school today?" Yes! Wait, how do I respond? Omg i would love to! no that's too desperate...

" Sure" I respond trying to act cool as i see him look at his friends, his eyes bugging out of their sockets.

"Really?" he says, as if he thought i would have rejected him.

"Yes, really" I say, laughing.

"Alright i'll meet you at your locker after last period and we will go from there."

"Sounds like a plan" i say, as the bell rings. I gather my stuff and head out of class, praying that the end of the day will come sooner.

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I bend down, reaching my bottom locker, trying to find my sweatshirt.

"Shit where the fuck is it?" I mumble under my breath as I try to find it.

"Whatcha lookin for?" I look up to see Blake standing there.

"I'm just looking for my sweatshirt, but I can't find it. It's all good though i probably left it in one of my classes. i'll look for it tomorrow." I say realizing I am rambling but unable to stop myself.

"Okay then, you ready to go?" he asks, with concern on his face.

"Yep let's go." i respond closing my locker. We begin to walk down the empty hallways toward the gym. While we are walking, he stops on the side of the hallway (out of nowhere) and puts his bag down. I stop with him, waiting while he takes off his sweatshirt, his shirt riding up as well. Oh my god he has abs. I didn't even know that 15 year olds had abs.

I stop myself from drooling and he hands me his sweatshirt.

"Put it on, i know you're cold." He says with an irrefutable tone in his voice.

"No, Blake this is yours, I feel bad. I'm not that cold anyway"

"Sierra, please put it on. You being cold is making me feel bad." I don't feel like arguing with him, so i slip it over my head. Damn it's big on me.

We walk down the stairs, around the corner and into the gym. He goes up the bleachers and we sit, but i turn and see Ethan, Wyatt, Liam, Justin, Malik and Andrè sitting on the other side of the gym.

"Let's go sit with them" i say as i stand up.

I get pulled back down, "Nah, let's just stay here." He says giving me a swoon worthy smile. Does he want to be alone with me? Oh my goodness gracious please don't faint.

Our alone time was soon taken as the boys joined us on the bleachers. We joked around for a bit and then began to focus on the game being played in front of us.

About 45 minutes goes by and our team is winning 5-4. I'm paying attention to this one guy who had a beard the length of santa until i feel an arm around my shoulder. I look up into Blake's eyes which were glittering as he looked down into mine and smiled. What. Is. Happening?!?!

The end of the game came and unfortunately, we lost. Everyone starts getting up, so we go along with the crowd. I start going down the bleachers, getting to the bottom and taking off his sweatshirt.

" Thank you" I say to Blake

"For what?" he asks. Coming into spanish class

"Asking me to go to the game with you and lending me your warm ass sweatshirt. I really appreciate it, I had a lot of fun."

"Anytime, Sierra, let me walk you outside."

We head out the front door, and I hear a phone ring, and it wasn't mine. He takes out his phone, tells me " Sorry i gotta take this, it's my mom." and slides the button, answering.

"Hey... okay... alright... bye."

"I gotta get home, thank you for coming with me." he says.

"No thank YOU for inviting me" i say, kinda nervous. Then something unexpected happens. He hugs me.

"See you tomorrow, Sierra"

"Bye" i say. I see him get on his bike, and pedal away. My mom finally gets to the front where I am waiting and i jump in the car.

"How was the game with Dakota?" she asks

"Oh it was great.." i smirk, trying my best not to die, replaying the day back in my head.