Fire in her Heart and Ice in her Veins.

Chapter 11

" OC, stop it! I'm too short to reach that!" Chelsea fumed, flashing me a dirty look as she continued to reach the can of beer in my hand. 

I had to act fast when Chelsea saw my beer sitting on the table, so I ran over to it and held it above my head where she couldn't get it. I thought that was a good idea but apparently it just created a new problem for me. 

It looked like she was about to tackle me. 

Chelsea had the deadliest look in her eyes right now and it scared me. I've seen her play rough with Rizzo sometimes and at practice she is pretty aggressive...so in other words, I'm screwed. 

She was going to kick my ass if I didn't give her the beer. 

" Fine--you can have it but let me put it in a glass first" I said, letting a sly smirk escape from me. 

That look in Chelsea's eyes quickly vanished and instead was replaced with delight. She gave me a pearly smile and skipped over to the couch, taking a seat. I returned the smile and walked to the kitchen, dumping the rest of my beer in the sink. 

I was surprised that Chelsea actually believed that I was going to let her have this. I'm not that naive blue eyes. 

Chelsea right away started cursing. Her fiery personality shown through her fit and I couldn't help but find it adorable when cursed at me. All I could do was smile at her. Eventually, she calmed down but she didn't look happy with me. 

My thoughts immediately jumped to the bar. I don't blame her for not wanting to be near me now and I deserve that response after the way I treated her. When she was being kind and nice to me, asking if I was okay and wanted to talk about tonight..I should've talked to her. Instead my arrogance and pride got the better of me and I ignored her. Refused to talk to her. 

I sighed. 

I'm overthinking to much right now. Chelsea is probably just mad that I didn't give her alcohol. 

" I can't believe you did that. Who the hell just dumps perfectly good alcohol down the sink?! You're not as fun as I thought you were OC, truly, I expected better from you" Chelsea expressed, not afraid to voice her opinion of me in the present. 

I grinned. 

" Just because I'm not giving you anymore alcohol because you are drunk, doesn't mean I'm not fun Blue Eyes...because believe me, I can be fun " I confessed, my voice barley above a whisper. 

I sent a seductive smirk to Chelsea, mainly for my own enjoyment but I was curious to see how she would respond. 

Her face turned a bright shade of red and her face fell at the realization of my comment. I held back a chuckle. I loved how pure and innocent she was, I found it immensely attractive. 

" Oh..I see " Chelsea mumbled, giving me an awkward look. 

Everything about her body language screamed embarrassment and awkwardness, from the way she was fidgeting with her hands in her lap and averting eye contact with me. Her eyes and lips however, told me a different story. Her eyes filled with desire, looking afraid but determined and her lips parted ever so slightly begging to be touched. 

I imagined what if would be like to kiss them..what she would taste like? I bet they were plump and soft and addicting. Hell, she was addicting. 

Chelsea was wearing a pair of flared blue jeans that had rips in the knees and thigh, paired with a reddy-orange cropped tank top that was shoving a lot of cleavage. I thought she couldn't look any more sexier and personally, I loved the shirt on her...I just didn't like that the whole team saw her wearing it.