The Unexpected Couple

Chapter Twenty-Five

The look in Liam's eyes is unreadable, making me question what he is thinking. My emotions however, are plastered clearly across my face. I might as well have had I'M MAD written on my forehead.

We weren't broken up were we? I thought we both had just overreacted and would make up the next day. Sophia runs her hands back down his chest and I snap my eyes away from the both of them-not able to look anymore. I turn my body in the other direction, focusing on Morgan and Calum who's eyes are wide with their mouths wide open.

"What-he-but..." Morgan starts but I shake my head.

"He told me he would go back to her. And I guess he wasn't kidding." I say sighing. Her face softens as she steps forward and places a hand on my shoulder.

"I could beat him up for you." Calum says holding both of his fists in the air. I chuckle shaking my head.

"If I wanted to beat him up it would be done already."

A bell rings loudly and I shake my head clearing it of thoughts of Liam and Sophia. I take a deep breath hoping that when I turn around they won't be there.

And they aren't.

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"Christ they're trying to kill us." I say to no one in particular as I run the ice towel over my face and neck at soccer practice. All the other players mumble in response, not paying much attention.

I hear small squeals coming from the end of the line and look back seeing the guys running. With Liam leading. He looks hot with his sweaty hair resting against his forehead instead of up in it's usual quiff. His shorts hang low on his hips and his shirt hikes up a tiny bit every time his feet hit the ground.

I look up from his body to see him already staring at me his expression, yet again, unreadable. He holds my eye contact as his right arm trails to the hem of his shirt, gripping it and raising it to his forehead, removing the sweat that has collected there.

My jaw clenches as I inhale sharply, eyes skirting over the defined ridges of his abs before his shirt drops back down. I look back to his face, but he is no longer looking at me, as him and the rest of the guys run by.

I let out a shaky breath, glaring at his retreating figure, knowing he did that on purpose.

"You good?" Morgan asks eyeing me. I nod and jog out to the coaches, everyone else following.

"Okay yeah I get that but why do we have to scrimmage them?" Morgan complains as we take off all of our equipment after practice.

"It only makes sense Morgan. If we scrimmage the guys' team then the school doesn't have to pay extra money to transport us to another school." I explain as she rolls her eyes.

"That's dumb." She says and I chuckle beginning to take my shinguards off.

"Jesus these could kill someone." Avery says shoving her shinguards in my face. I shove her hands away with a shriek.

"Don't ever put those near my face again!" I exclaim as she smirks. She opens her mouth to say something back, but shuts it as her eyes grow wide, focusing on something behind me.

"Can I talk to you?" Liam's deep voice says from behind me. I sigh, looking at Morgan and Avery who both shrug. I glare at them, pulling an unpleasant face.

"Yeah let me finish taking my stuff off." I say not turning around. I quickly finish removing my shinguards, rolling my socks properly, and sticking my feet into my tennis shoes. I sigh and use my hands to push myself off of the ground. "I'll see you guys later." I say to Morgan and Avery. They both give me small smiles that I return then turn back to Liam. "Lead the way." I say. He looks into my eyes, trying to decipher the emotion that lies behind them. He presses his lips into a thin line, but turns on his heel, heading away from where we were standing.

We walk in silence, him with his hands stuffed in his pockets while mine grip the straps of my soccer bag tightly. He leads us around to a side of the school that I knew existed, but had never bothered to explore. He stops abruptly causing me to have to do the same, almost running into his back. I take a small step back as he places his bag on the concrete. He looks at me, expecting me to do the same but I keep mine on my shoulders in case I need to make a quick escape.

He sighs and leans back on the wall.

"So." He says. I don't answer. His head turns in my direction and I bite my lip under his intense gaze. He pushes his body off of the wall coming and standing in front of me. I tilt my head back slightly glad our height difference isn't large. He stares deep into my eyes yet again as I try to keep a blank look on my face. He sighs again looking away.

"I'm sorry." He mumbles.

"What was that?" I say and he looks at me.

"I'm sorry." He says, clearer and louder this time.

"For what? Because there are multiple things you should be sorry for." I snap.

"I sorry okay! I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry for what I said, I'm sorry for threatening you, but most of all I'm sorry for going through with that threat. The expression on your face was nothing like I expected it to be." He says mumbling the last sentence. I look into his eyes searching for any sign of defiance and finding none.

"What makes you so mad about Ashton." I ask pinching the bridge of my nose.

"Hey likes you!" He yells and I flinch back. "Sorry." He mumbles.

"You honestly have no reason to even be jealous of him." I say.

"I'm not jealous of that prick." He mumbles and I scoff.

"That's you problem. Your ego is too big. If you threaten to go to Sophia every time I want to hang out with Ashton this isn't going to work!" I say and he sighs.

"I know." He says. I sigh as well stepping forward and cupping his face in my hands.

"I chose you Liam. Not him. You."

He searches my eyes with his then flicks his gaze down to my lips and back up to my eyes, asking for permission. I roll my eyes and grip the back of his neck and pull his lips to mine.

The fireworks are still there.