gentleman-- j.m.b

trece

I sat there, watching Joey kicking those goals. He was the only one training; he decided he wanted to.

He doesn't know I'm watching him.

He told me to go home straight after school; he didn't want me to be bored. So when he took to the field, I came over and sat on the bleachers.

By the time he kicked about a million balls into the goals in a row, he decided to get all the equipment he used and put it away.

He didn't notice me when he was putting away the equipment back into the football shed, which was about ten metres from where I was sitting.

He only noticed me when he grabbed his duffel bag and locked the locker room doors. He walked towards me, a confused look on his face.

"You watched me?" He asks.

"Of course I did," I reply, smiling. He smiled back.

"You didn't need to. I told you to go home, baby," he says, which sends chills down my spine.

"I wanted to," I reply.

More than anything.

I loved watching him train and play. It's like a new drug that I'm addicted to. It's my favourite thing to do, even before hanging out with him.

Watching Joey was the only thing that came before anything else.

It was peaceful watching him play. He did it so skilfully. So perfectly.

I hopped off the bleachers and smiled at him. I wrap my arms around his stomach and rest my head on his chest.

"I'm sweaty don't hug me," he laughs.

"I don't care," I answer. He hugs me back.

As we stood there in an embrace, we heard thunder up above. By nature, we both stared up at the dark clouds above us.

"Oh God it's gonna rain," he says.

"Good, I love the rain," I answer, giving him a sly smile.

"So do I. But right in this very moment..." He says, his voice trailing off.

Before he could add onto his sentence, it began pouring down with rain.

I began laughing. He joined in, and I stared at his perfect face. His hair was already soaked, and his smile was large. My hair was wet too, and both our bodies were completely watered down with the rain.

"Kate," he says, and I smile.

"Joey," I mimic him.

He pulls me into his arms again, the rain pouring down all around us.

"I don't even want you anymore," he says in my ear, "I need you."

I look up and into his eyes, as he stares down into mine. His hands creep around my waist as mine go to his neck.

My fingers go through his hair at the back of his head, and one of his hands mimics mine, pushing the wet hair out of my face and behind my ear.

His hand caresses my cheek and neck, holding my face. We continue to stare into each other's eyes, taking in one another's movements.

'This is it,' my brain tells me, 'the moment you've been waiting for.'

He leans in first, and I move closer too, but slower than him. He closes his eyes just as I do too, and our lips smash together.

The only thing I feel physically is Joey's lips on mine. I hear the rain, all around us.

But inside, my mind was going crazy. My heart was pumping quicker, my breathing not able to process oxygen.

Our lips move in sync together, as his grip around my waist tightens and his grip on my face pulls me closer to him.

After a few seconds, we both pull away, our faces still close together. He rested his forehead on mine as we both breathed slowly, taking in each other's reactions.

"Kate..." He mumbles.

I don't reply.

"Kate," he repeats.

I look into his eyes, showing him I'm listening.

"Mark-"

"Shh," I say, touching my index finger with his lips softly. "I don't want to hear about any other boy right now but you."

"Okay," he whispers, kissing my forehead before grabbing my hand and leading me under the cover of the locker rooms.

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