At Crenshaw High, when students hear the name Blake Wilder, they think of the scary, hot boy's soccer team captain. The girls all want him and the guys all wanna be him. Everyone fears him, knowing damn well that he's the kind of guy that won't hesi...
Linkside High sucks, which made that game kinda boring. They weren't a challenge, much to my dismay.
With me, if the opposing team isn't challenging enough and the win is easy, the game is boring. Sure it feels good winning, but what's the point in gloating if the win was so easy? I mean, we scored the first four goals within the first twenty five minutes of the game.
We ended up winning 10 - 2.
"Holly shit, they sucked!" Brad laughs as he pulls on a pair of dark jeans.
We're all currently in the locker room, freshening up for the party Zayn is throwing. Zayn decided he wants to throw a party to celebrate both soccer teams winning. Of course he came up with this idea before both games even took place, but one would be an idiot to assume we'd lose.
I'm not being conceited or over confident, but have you met our school's teams? We haven't lost a single game in years, and I'm not just talking about the soccer teams.
"I nearly fell asleep back there. It felt like forever until the ball came our way!" Max, our sweeper, groans.
"I know what you mean. I've never felt more useless." Shawn, our goalie, chuckles.
I don't blame them, I mean, the ball hardly even reached our defenders, so I can imagine how bored they were. I was in the offense and yet I was getting bored.
As we all continue getting ready, the guys all talk about the game. I only comment every now and then until the conversation drifts off to the party Zayn still had to go set up for, already planning who's sleeping with who tonight.
"Yo Blake, what's happening between you and Stone?" Owen questions, wiggling his brows.
I don't answer.
"Did you see how hot she looks tonight? That dress, dude!"
I clench my jaw as I tie my vans, a little too tight. Veronica in a dress? Willingly? Either someone held a gun to her head or they're talking about someone else, because the Veronica Stone I know, isn't a girly girl and would rather wear sweatpants or tights for the rest of her life if she could.
I would know, it shocked the hell out of me when she told me.
Zayn, who was getting dressed beside Owen, whacks him on the back of the head, causing Owen to yelp in surprise.
"Talk about my Ve-Bear that way again, and I'll personally hand you over to her brother. Would be fun to see your reaction before dying by the hands of your idol." Zayn grin.
Owen's brows furrow in confusion. "What?"
"I'm with the idiot on this one." River laughs before swinging his duffle bag over his right shoulder.
Once we're all dressed and ready to leave I pull on my white hoodie before Zayn, River, Matt and I all leave the locker rooms and head over to the parking lot where Veronica said they were all waiting.
Compared to my friends, I am the only one that didn't put much effort into my outfit.
All I have on is a black t-shirt under a white hoodie, black ripped skinny jeans and red vans.
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