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...
In exactly one hour our game starts. The adrenaline coursing through my veins is making me so restless, I can't sit still so I keep myself busy with the ball at my feet and my earphones plugged in, music on full blast.
The bleachers are already filling up, despite being an hour early, yet I don't see her. Every five minutes I find my eyes scanning the bleachers, looking for her, and every time I don't see her, disappointment floods my insides.
I sent her a message telling her to pack a bag with comfortable clothes so that we can just go back to my place after the game and just relax.
Grayson is throwing a party at his place and, with Veronica's injured foot and all, I doubt we'll be going, not like I want to anyway. Serena does live there and if I could, I'd like to never see her again. Like, ever.
When I texted Veronica to pack comfortable clothes in a bag for her, I hesitated. What if she thought I was moving too fast for her? I mean I could always borrow her one of my t-shirts for tonight seeing as she can't lay in long pants, apparently it makes her restless, but if I did that then I don't know how I'd feel knowing my girlfriend is cuddled up next to me in my t-shirt with no pants on under.
I don't think I'd be able to control myself. I mean, have you seen my girlfriend? I'd be gay if I could actually control myself around her in nothing but my t-shirts. I've seen her in my t-shirt before, and even though she had a jeans on, I still loved the view of her in my clothes.
Suddenly my left earphone is pulled out of my ear, nearly giving me a heart attack. I turn to glare at the person only to find Owen smirking at me.
"Your girl's here." He says, nodding his head to the bleachers.
Turning to our side of the bleachers, an automatic smile tugs at my lips the second I spot her. She's wearing a black skinny jeans, black convers and a grey hoodie, her hair tied in a messy bun at the top of her head and loose locks framing her face.
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Veronica walks beside Mason, who's carrying Cole in his arms while she carries Emily, causing me to frown. Why is she carrying my seven year old sister when she's injured? I mean I know it's getting a little more crowded but she could have let Jason, Jake or Kate carry her. The extra weight is just adding pressure to her already swollen foot and she's not even using crutches!
Mom, Ben and Lynn walk in front, leaving Veronica, Kate, Andrea, Mason, Jake and Jason trailing behind, the two older Stone siblings each carrying a seven year old toddler.
"How does she treat baby Wilder?" Owen asks, his eyes trained on my seven year old sister in my girlfriend's arms.
"Amazing." I answer without hesitation. "The Stone Siblings have mad love and are very overprotective of each other. They treat Emily and I the same way they treat each other. The way she treated my sister is what won me over." I say and can't fight the smile playing on my lips.
