Chasing Fallen

Chapter 25

"I first met her in AP calculus. We were partnered up for the semester for all pair assignments. I got to know her then," he smiled sweetly, "but I do believe Camille fancied me since her sophomore year."

This time I spat out my non alcoholic wine. I turned to face him wide eyed.

He knew!

Oh my ducking gosh!

Insert shocked emoji's here.

He wasn't lying when he said that we met in class. Well, nothing he said was a lie.

But how we really met went a little more like this...

It was sophomore year. I was quite starry eyed and loved living in the moment. I had a 'life of the party' reputation that my mother wasn't too proud of but it was one that I enjoyed living up to.

I'd just started a soccer team out of sheer determination and impulsively. I was also popular.

What more could a girl want?

I had the best best friends I could ever ask for and I was respected. Freshmen looked up to me and senior guys thought I was hotter than their female counterparts. That meant some senior girls despised me but that was okay, I was still prettier than them. I was disgustingly vein and I really thought I was actually special.

I dribbled the ball around, my feet desperately trying to keep up with the pace of our captain at that time, Keasley. She was a senior and it made sense to select her as captain, seeing that she used to be the best soccer player at her last school before she transferred to Dom. She taught me everything I knew.

"Okay, everyone take a break. I'll be back in five," she said as she hopped over the fence and marched towards the boy's soccer coach.

I felt like dropping to the ground in exhaustion but I knew I would regret that so I jogged in one place.

"Ugh! They are doing it again!" Stella said as she jogged over to me.

"What?"

"The football players. Matthew and his jackass friends are doing their rounds," she rolled her eyes.

I lazily threw my gaze at the aforementioned boys' direction as they ran around the football field, shirtless, seeking for female attention. Most people ignored them but the more 'adventurous' girls would show appreciation for their 'performance.'

I'd once made out with Matthew at a party but even I had to admit that he had no personality.

His friends were no better.

Birds of a feather flock together.

Stella's hatred towards the junior though was more personal. He flirted with her, she crushed on him and when she finally gained the courage to ask him out, he told her he was not into brown people.

He led her on for no reason and was a dick about it!

"You're still hung over that douchebag? I'll handle him," Mill butted in.