UNEDITED VERSION
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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Tryst (noun)
- an appointment to meet at a certain time and place, especially one made somewhat secretly by lovers.
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I stepped even closer, jabbing him in the chest. "Well then, you have no right to be jealous," I said firmly, words laced with virulence. "You have no right." This time my words were shakier and he noticed, concern swimming in his eyes. "You are the one who decided to kiss another girl after I practically spilt my feelings to you -"
"Blondie-"
"My name is Charlie," I cut him off with a glare. "Say it."
Liam shook his head. "No." His words were firm, leaving no room for discussion. I stared at him in exasperation. "You're Blondie to me."
"Well, clearly I'm no one to you since you don't give a shit about my feelings," I snorted humourlessly, tugging at the ends of my hair to keep from decking him in the nose. "But you know what, I'm over it. I was stupid and I've accepted it."
He groaned, running a hand through his hair and messing it up further. He didn't take my bait and it pestered me because I was in the mood for a fight. I wanted to tackle him to the ground, or better yet, use that balls between his legs to do a free-kick. "Look, Blondie. Something happened after you left the party and it made me pissed-"
"So you kissed Laura because you were angry?" I ridiculed, feeling my shoulders sag with exhaustion. He went speechless at that and I scoffed. "Have you ever considered that maybe while you were making out with Laura, I was at home wondering if I maybe pushed you too hard?"
Liam snarled. "You didn't do anything, Blondie-"
"Don't call me Blondie," I interposed, feeling my heart rate pick up as it always did when he was near. "Call me Charlie."
He overlooked my words and recommenced speaking, backing me into the tree with his arms wrapped around my waist. His touch burned and part of me couldn't help but miss having him this close. But I refused to give in so easily.
"Something happened that night," he said softer this time, looking down at me with an affectionate expression. There were so many emotions shining in his eyes, vying for dominance. "And I just lost it. Add on the fact that I hurt you and that made me feel ten times worse. I should've gone after you but I just couldn't because I knew I wasn't in the right mindset to speak to you."
I listened to him speak, taking note of how precarious his voice sounded. He must've been referring to the phone call that Nolan mentioned. It had to be something pretty big if it caused him to lose it. I'd witnessed it myself, how Liam repressed his anger and then became neutral - so why didn't he do it this time? Perhaps that could've been the reason why Jeremy described him as a ball of anger this week.
