Lea's POV
"Why do you always stare at him?" Kathy blinked, looking at me as I burned holes in the back of Brandons head.
"It's not staring. It's called brutally murdering someone lazily."
We were currently taking a walk after the college hours near the football field and Brandon just happened to be practicing football with his teammates.
"Clearly, you're only attracted towards his beautiful features, Lea, don't lie to yourself." Kathy giggled, quickly looking away from me when I shot her a look.
"'attracted'? Ew disgusting. I'm no where even close to being friends with that fucktart." I grumbled.
I looked over at everyone who were running around, and somehow for some reason, Brandon's shirt was off and I could see the glory that he hid beneath those stupid clothes.
Broad shoulders, wide chest, long torso... Tan skin, attractive abs- wait hold on, ugh.
He's still a fucktart.
Apparently, while I was busy stomping my legs in frustration, trying to think of something that I can do to get back at him, he noticed my presence and smiled at me.
He freaking smiled at me.
And beneath his smile were the hidden deathly expressions he wouldn't quite show.
The football came rolling towards me, and in a moment I was bending down to grab the ball and throw it back. But I resisted, because , 1) that was a football and 2) I had an idea
"Lea, pass the ball, babe!" Brandon smirked at me, walking forward.
"Sure, babe!" I said over enthusiastically, a devious smile creeping on to my face. But.. he knew something was wrong.
I didn't take a second glance, instead I swung my feet and hit the ball aiming right were the sun doesn't shine.
Sure enough, he moved away.
The ball hit his friend, Alex instead.
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