I Deserve It ( Vic Fuentes )

One on One

Monday morning.

School.

Vic.

Why is that damn boy always come to mind. I needed him gone not the opposite. Yeah Jean wants me to go for it but he isn't the boy that falls for a fuck up. I still haven't processed what exactly happened with the razor. I just hope he knows he isn't that bad. He's a good kid will make a stereotypical family with kids who love him amazing burritos and Spanish heritage. I hope so at least. I consciously caught myself smiling and whipped the smile off my face. Smiling isn't okay. Smiling means happy. Happy means lie.

I kept trying to get the tan skinned boy off my mind but it was to no victory.

I can't stop thinking about him.

I have tried so hard.

I don't know how.

I am walking to school passing his house and all I think is wonder what he's doing. Of course my answer is given to me when he speaks up.

"Hey Vic how you doing?"

I curl my fingers up around the end of my hoodie sleeves.

"I'm just as peachy as Link" I say referring to legend of Zelda one of my favourite games.

"Did you make a nerd reference?" he cocked an eyebrow as he asked sneaking a glance at him I instantly regret it. He is really attractive today. Black skinniest with a red flannel. Damn that boy. STOP VICTORIA. NO.i kept screaming but my mouth had to not obey.

"Yes, yes I did. Problem" I said. My accent thought brought out a random a so it sounded like prahblem.

"Wait what was that?" Shit he noticed my little thing

"Nothing" I quickly let the word tumble from my mouth. Shit no.

"don't lie. I heard you. What the hell was that. was it problem?"

"Yes. I said it different. Got a prah-issue"

"No just curious"

"So we may need to talk about this weekend"

Nope I think we are good. Nothing happened. We can forget it all. I'll talk to you. Done deal." I said on and on hoping I made my point.

"No. You may not kiss and tell but I want you to kiss and tell me why"

"Argh. I dunno" I groaned. I could see the school in the distance. Just a little longer till I can stop talking and hopefully he can see I'm not the girl for him. And I could make my heart agree with my head that it shouldn't flutter when he's around. The school came into view and I sped up to put as much distance as I can between us.

Everything was normal till lunch time. I went down to the field like always. I grabbed a ball set up some cones and started some drills that ended with my shooting at a cone in the goal. I did it correctly if I knocked the cone I was aiming for over.

I had warmed up and began the drills when I saw a person heading down towards the field.

I didn't freak.

I don't know why though.

Usually i'd pack up before they could see me but today I felt different. I didn't care. They won't talk to me that much I knew. Or I thought. It was Vic. Well shit.

"Hey" he spoke up when he got down to me.

"What are you doing here?" I was out of breath from running the field so I spoke fast and had to catch my breath afterwards.

"Well I was looking for you but your playing soccer so I think I'm looking for a one on one game."

I didn't know how to respond. I had only ever played with the coach. I was running drills right now. I guess I can just tell him that and pray to the birds in the sky that he leaves. Im not in the mood to scrimmage.

Just as I was gonna speak up he took the ball and began to dribble down the field. I took in him running for a second. He was in basketball shorts just like me.

Damn.

He was fast. But I was faster. I took off down the field after him. He shot and made the goal. I huffed at him and went to retrieve the ball. I got it out of the net and dropped it to the ground then took off down the field.

"Come on Victoria. You gotta do better than that to score."

"Yeah right" he was behind me quite a ways. I knew I could take score.

I ran through my drill I had started before he interrupted but now I was running through it faster than anticipated.

I set up and then knocked down the cone I was aiming for. I smiled at it knowing I did well.

"Hey.not bad for a girl"

"Excuse you Vic. I'm better than you"

"Is that a challenge?"

I glanced around cautious. I had forgotten I was at school. I spoke up. Shit. This fucking kid makes me lose my mind.

I did want to show him up. I needed to show him up. I was going to nod and beat his ass. Just so a girl can show him up but the bell rang.

"I can help you clean up"

"No you won't victor. Go to class. You too Victoria. I'll clean up. And I expect to see you tomorrow Victoria" coach spoke up. I looked at her and she was smiling. I nodded to her and left. Shit. Did she hear me speak. Did I just blow this thing I had going. I swear I'll be so pissed at him. More than I am always trying to be.

"Thanks coach. " Vic spoke up to the woman standing there. I took my cue and left to the locker room to go change.

"Hey Vic come on slow it down"

"Why Vic. The coach just heard me talk."

"So what.? You have a beautiful voice. Use it"

I stopped my walk to the locker room and tilted my head up to see him. He had stopped and was looking at me.

"Beautiful voice? you need a tuning fork and maybe get your ears checked." I said to him and then resumed my walk. I tried to ignore the twisting in my gut and the flutter of my heart. It was official I was sick.

He was still following me to the locker room. Didn't he have friends to go hang out with.?

I walked into the locker room. And yet he again followed me. This was the athletic locker room. No PE kids would come in here while I dressed back out. I can't change till he leaves though. I had cuts on my legs that he didn't need to see.

"Victoria talk to me. You look pissed."

"I can't"

"Why"

"I need to be dressed for class"

"You can wait" with that he went to the locker room door and turned the dead blot.

Shit.

He came over to me and pulled me into a hug. My brain shouted no. This was wrong. But damn it if my heart wasn't enjoying this a little too much.

"You will be okay. Stop getting pissed. Tell me what's wrong please Vic" he said to me as he hugged me. I actually hugged him back. I had never had someone ask me what's wrong. I had never had someone tell me to let it all out. I needed to. But I can't. I deserve to bottle it up. I needed to keep it to myself. He didn't need to hear my bullshit. He didn't need my sob story.

As I was lost in though I felt him begin to rub my arms up and down. It felt safe. Comfort.

"Vic why the hell did you cut again. I can see it through your shirt." He said to me concerned.

Shit.