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Chapter 13

heh i just wanted to update because i actually enjoy writing this book :)

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The score was tied: 8-8. Even though we’ve played for two hours, it took a lot to just score one goal because Calum was actually a pro player and I was just learning again. Although, since I sucked at playing soccer against Calum, I applaud myself for trying, and it helped a lot. Plus, I think I lost a couple pounds from sweating so much and moving around in my tight black jeans under the burning sun. Even Calum took off his hoodie and shirt at one point and I kind of drooled, fainted a bit, and lost my balance a lot, which resulted in Calum wining two points, but I fought my best to not faint and play and the same time. It was hard; because I saw his muscles pounding firmly against his skin and the way his body moved whenever he turned his hips got me losing consciousness. The way his hair moved in the wind, the way his sweat was illuminating across his chest, and the way he smoothly moves were all just what my dream guy was. But soon enough, the wind picked up and he put back his shirt on. A frown covered my face when he put back his clothes.

 We decided to take a break instead of dying in the heat and sat at the spectator stand. I sat at the top step; he was sitting right in front of me, below the top step, facing me, drinking water like a pro would and I just sighed there, sitting on the ground and watching his chest heave under his shirt. I found myself staring at his fluffy hair and wanting to caress it.

 And I did, without me even double thinking about it.

 I’ve always wanted to stroke his hair, but I always thought it would be awkward. But here I am, touching his cottony looking hair and it felt just like feathers would: soft like pillows. I thought I was dreaming, but then I heard a voice.

 “What are you doing?” asked Calum and I instantly snapped out of my trance, restraining my hand from whatever the fuck it was doing.

 I fumbled with my words, trying to make up an excuse. “Um…” I bite my lip. “There was a bug in your hair and I got it out.”

 “Oh,” Calum uttered, running his fingers through his hair. “Thanks.”

 I just nodded, still embarrassed of what I just did to a guy as handsome as possibly everything, to me. But his hair was so silky that it literally felt like a pillow. And before I knew it, I don’t think he will let me touch his hair anymore, which sucked because I loved it so much to actually touch someone’s hair. I rarely do that.

 “You know,” said Calum, his voice pleasant in the wind, “I like you.”

 My eyes widened and I had to double take what he said. “Excuse me? What did you say?” I think I heard right. My heartbeat became fast and I thought I was dreaming, but I pinched myself and I heard myself wince. So I wasn’t dreaming? Was this real? I maybe had a chance with him! My mind screamed with delight. 

 “Like, as a best friend of course,” Calum added and my heart dropped a bit at that phrase. Yet, it still gave me hope because I was considered as a best friend to him. Just one step closer to being his girlfriend, I guessed. But how many girls does Calum consider them as best friends? The thought of many hotter girls drooling over Calum made me sick. Pushing the thought away, I reflected on the bright side. Best friends are still good right? We can still play soccer together, eat together, and walk together. But somehow, my heart wanted more and just being “best friends” wasn’t enough. How could I actually step up enough to be considered more than a “best friend?”