FOREVER IS A MYTH

Friend or Foe?-(II)

MARTIN'S POV

I was sitting in the painting class with the drawing book on my lap. These so called 'friends' of mine were busy playing 'never have I ever'.

Painting is more than a hobby to me. It's a way of expression. After I lost my dad, the only thing left in me was remorse and pain. I didn't know if I could get over my grief until I lost Elsa too. That day I realised the world is darker than it seems. Since then, Football became my passion and Arts my hobby. Football helped me to curb my aggression and painting allowed me to express my emotions.

I saw an approaching Edward and carefully hid my book in the bag.

"Hey mate, what's your plan? You comin' tonight at the pool party", asked Edward.

"I am always in", I grinned.

He passed me a chewing gum. There was a note wrapped around it- 'Save your butt'- I gave him a perplexed expression. "What do you mea...."

"Bro, have you heard about the 'Rock the Stage' competition?" He gave me a look and cut me short.

"Will you fucking tell me what's goin' on?"

He whispered, " walls have ears."

He led us out towards the football ground and stealthily spoke to me, "Gabrielle with his gang is plotting to drub you tonight at the pool party. It's a trap. I heard them saying something about the revenge for the defeat you caused them years back." With a tap on my shoulder he left me.

I knew something was goin' on behind my back but didn't know it was this big. I was thinking about the possible reasons for Gabrille's enmity against me then my eyes landed on her and my trail of thoughts came to a halt.

Alex was there, playing football- my favourite sport, with Jake. She shot the ball but couldn't hit the aim that's when she noticed my presence, her eyes crossed mine and my heart skipped a beat. Wait, what?

Did I just say heart? God knows it had been years since I knew I have a heart. Interesting!

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LEXI'S POV

I looked at him warily. Should I trust him?

The wind was blowing, the clouds hid the sun. The warmth was gone, replaced by a bleak weather. It was the sign of an impending disaster.

"Seems like a storm is about to hit us", I joked.

"Oh, that's alright, then we'll get to die together", Jake joined me. "Now go and wear the spare cleats(shoes), they are kept in the changing room. Walk straight, take a turn on the left, at the corner it is."

"Okay."

I did as I was told. I do not like to be bossed around but what worse can happen even if he pranks me cuz nothing can be more hectic than surviving college with a rumor on your head.

I come out, only to see- Jake, shirtless with hand gloves and football pants on. I'd be lying if I said he didn't look immensely hot. His abs, well-toned, his bicep flexing every time he raise his hands, his chest sprinkled with little hair and his ass,Gosh! ALEXA STOP IT. He was chuckling looking at me.

"What?"

"There's a drool", he actioned rubbing his mouth at the corner,"on your face", I followed it- Ewww, there indeed was a trickle of drool and now when I look at him, I am red-faced. God!!! Why I have so less self-control.