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To break free of the stereotypical box that high school placed her in, Charlie must team up with Liam, the new soccer player on the team her dad coaches.
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Girls fall at Liam's feet - except Charlie. She...
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Ephemeral (adjective)
- lasting a very short time; short-lived; transitory.
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"You look so fucking hot when you lick that ice cream."
"Liam, stop," I giggled, nearly choking on my ice cream as I inclined back against the tree. The sun rendered a peaceful warmness, a magnificent day to decompress in the park - which was precisely what we were doing, you know, instead of being in school.
After we had arrived at the park, Liam made me walk with him to a cafe where they apparently sold the best dairy products. He was persistent on going there so I figured why not, I was going to get free stuff out of it. I'd chosen a traditional vanilla ice cream - which prompted Liam into calling me boring - and he'd picked a banana milkshake. I hadn't forgotten to send Christian a quick text either, to remind him when the first period was over.
The tree we sat underneath provided us with shelter from the sun's radiance and I had to continually slap myself on the knee to keep conscious. I'd removed Liam's jacket ages ago due to the heat and now sat wearing my pink tank top.
Everything was so tranquil. There were very few people around due to everyone either being at work or school. It was so serene. If only I could eat my ice cream in peace without Liam fucking Finnegan making a vulgar joke.
"What?" he queried innocently, tapping away at the hollow plastic cup his milkshake was once in. I glowered at him, holding my ice cream away from my mouth. It'd been an entire ten minutes and my ice cream was starting to melt but I was incapable of finishing it because each time I made an endeavour to eat it, Liam would say - "What that tongue do though."
I screeched, leaping up and shifting closer to him so that I could knee him in the balls, retaining my ice cream cautiously above my head. His eyes bugged with the hysteria of my knee making contact with his dick and he collapsed onto his back, cupping his junk. "I did promise myself that I was going to get you back for aiding in the process of me spraining my ankle."
"Urgh fuck," he moaned in a gruff voice as I sat pleasantly down on the grass once again. That's what he got for making at least 15 crude jokes in the time span of ten minutes. Liam complained about the pain for a full five minutes, giving me enough time to finish my ice cream. Once I was done he turned to me and said, "remind me not to mess with you again."
There was a pleasant stillness after that, Liam keeping his end of the deal we'd made when we first arrived at the park. The deal was to devote at least an hour of our time to school work and the subject I chose was English, essentially because it was the only books in my bag. We sat studying on our own and I paged through my textbook, observing Liam's eyes on me. He was pretending to read but all he did was gape at me over the edge of the textbook.
