Blurred Sentimentality

Girlfriends (Ch. 3)

A/N: Olivia's brownish-red eye!! Hahaha

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Olivia

I rushed behind the detention people. Well, it was fun while it lasted. At least I showed Chaz — them, that I could play football.

I entered the classroom and sat at the back next to the window. I put my bag next to me and hugged my jacket with my head under the table, rethinking everything.

That was a great match. Can't we go back to the field?

I felt someone poke my shoulder, but I ignored it, hugging my jacket tighter. Eventhough I didn't look at whoever that was, I felt their presence, I guessed it was a he, because of the masculine scent. The feeling of a strong figure was next to me, like a gravitational pull or something. I coudn't help but raise my head and look up.

Chaz. Damn Chaz.

He was looking down at me with small smirk on the side of his mouth, I felt my heart fasten it's seat belt as my eyes widened a little.

"Can I sit here?" His perfect voice spoke. It was like swae lee's voice with an Americanish-Scottish accent, not too deep and not soft either.

"Yeah, no, whatever." I rolled my eyes, trying so hard to act as uninterested as possible.

"Ight." He said as he pulled a chair and sat on the seat next to mines. He folded his arms on the desk and faced me sideways.

"So.. football is your thing after all." He said with a slight pouch-lips on his face.

"Yeah." I shrugged.

"You must be a fan." He gave me a smile with his perfect teeth that made me choke on air.

"Yeah I love football." I coughed while trying to control my heart beat. "And the world cup."

"Oh, my friends and I always watch it together."

"That's cool. I watch it alone, my friends aren't big football fans.. and my family.. too.."

"You can come over tomorrow, there's a match." He raised his eyebrows.

"What?" I said quietly. Why does he want to invite me over.. we barely met.

"Don't get it wrong, my friends will be there, including some girl-friends."

Oh.... wait what?

"Wait, what? Girlfriends?" I said, repulsed.

"Pfft, no. I mean, friends who are girls. Some family friends too" He laughed, and a dark strand of his hair fell a bit above his eyebrow.

"Oh.." My cheeks flushed.

"Why, interested?" He wiggled his eyebrows as he ran his fingers through his hair, fixing it.

I rolled my eyes, trying not to smile and blush, because in fact, yes I'm intetested.

"I don't know about coming over.." I changed the topic.

"It's not coming over really, more of a hangout, we obviously won't be alone."

Ouch. Reality sucks.

"Ah.. I don't know.." I shrugged.

"You definitely don't have plans." He gave me a small smile.

"And... even if you do, you'd for sure cancel anything for this face." He pointed at himself and smirked.