The Bad Boy Kept My Secret (Undergoing Heavy Editing)

~|Chapter 25|~

~Avila~

"Welcome students, teachers, and our very admirable board of directors. Today marks the fifteen year anniversary of the Yearly Cup. As we all know, this started off as a way to encourage inter-school relationships, and has now become something much more grand. It has become a way for us to have our students achieve great means of community building, showcase sportsmanship, and above all else, gain personal satisfaction..."

I droned out Mr. Mullen as he read the rest of his opening speech. Instead, my mind was occupied with the scene that occurred just a few moments ago.

Firstly, I had finally met the Captain of Lincoln's team, and truth be told, I found the guy oddly discomforting. There was just something about him that struck a cord in me.

He seemed delusional.

Whether I was overthinking it or not, something about the guy seemed very misplaced, and I honestly did not want to associate with him in any way. Especially after hearing the bits and pieces of what he said to the boys about me.

Yes, I had heard what Jared Miller said to Tristan.

And honestly, I wasn't even mad at the Jared dude. He seemed crazy, and there was nothing I could do about that.

However, what infuriated me, was how Tristan handled the situation.

Of course I saw that he was standing up for me, but using his fist, the very same one that got him kicked out of Lincoln in the first place?

That was absolutely stupid on his part.

If I hadn't gotten there on time, who knows what would've went down between Tristan and Jared. And on top of that, none of the boys came up to stop the fight. Either they didn't see it coming, or they wanted Tristan to punch him too. Nonetheless, I didn't expect it.

Maybe this was the reason they got expelled. They made dumb decisions at the worst of times.

I sighed and stole a glance at the root cause of my anger, who stood only a few feet away from me. He was standing by Jake near the foot of the stage, the rest of the team behind them. He had his hands in his pockets as he stared at Mr. Mullen, his vibe giving off the feeling that he'd rather be anywhere else but here at the moment. However, one look at his tense shoulders and I could tell he hasn't easily gotten over what had just happened outside.

Even looking at him caused me to feel angry once again.

I looked away from Tristan's bored face and looked back up to Mr. Mullen, who was just about ending his speech.

"...and remember, your personal belongings will have to stay in the coach buses. Only water bottles and other food items may be taken inside. With that being said, lets have our teams board the buses. Good luck to everyone, and I hope you all make this an interesting Yearly Cup!"

'Oh, it'll be interesting alright,' I thought to myself.

We started boarding our buses, one team at a time, and before I knew it, we were heading out to ours. As we were heading out, I waved a goodbye to Sophie, since she was going to stay behind to help clean up the gym. Charles, Joy, and Bree were going to be waiting for us at the auditorium where we were to play our first round. They insisted on cheering for us.

The bus ride there was loud. Since we were nearly an hour away from the place, Jake had taken the initiative to make this a fun ride. However, I was too annoyed to enjoy it. As he sang the fourth song and encouraged everyone to sing along, which most of them did- even Rose who sat beside me- I simply turned to look out the window.