Unlikely ✓

Five: Kiss, Kiss, Run Away

POV: Zen Teller

"You are seriously waiting for him after his football practice?" Dusk deadpanned.

I nodded.

It was one of the few opportunities I had to stare at Nathan's ass for an hour or however long football practice lasted.  I didn't really know.

"It's not a big deal, having someone else take you home or walking is nice, so I've been told."

Mock chuckled then stopped when Dusk sent me an evil glare after last time.  "Fine, whatever.  Have fun, Lover Boy."

Mock winked before following after Dusk.

Now, where does the practice take place?

It was a nice day out and I thought it wasn't sunny, it also wasn't raining.  It was a cloudy day so it was safe to assume the team would be outside today.

I walked off to the field and took a seat on one of the bleachers.  Then to make it look like I didn't want to be there and was definitely not going to stare at Nathan's ass—I grabbed a book out of my bag.

Every once in awhile I would manage to read a few pages instead of just skimming it over like I did most of the practice.

At first, I wasn't sure which one was Nathan since they had their helmets on today apparently.  Not really something I thought through, but quickly I found out he was number twenty-three.

I wasn't really sure how long it had been but the coach yelled at them a few more times before storming off the field, so I assumed they were done for the day.

An Asian chick with platinum hair threw a bag at Nathan and smiled.  "No problemo, just try not to do anything illegal while you're there," she muttered to him before skipping back into the school.

When Nathan turned to see me, he frowned.  "You stared at my butt the whole time didn't you?"

Instead of answering him and giving him the satisfaction of me telling him the truth I pulled Nathan's bag from his shoulder and walked back to my car.

"That was not an answer!"  He shouted.

"No, it was not," I agreed.

I unlocked my car and threw our stuff in the back before getting in the driver's side.  And after a dramatic moment, the fine ass I had definitely been staring at got into the car.

The drive was normal and for once I didn't have the total undying urge to hit the gas and swerve into something like it was a video game or I was on the run from a made-up scenario.  I drove normally and even stopped for all the red lights.

I pulled the car into the garage thankful that Davis wasn't home to question or embarrass me.  However, two other people also made it home.

Was that a mean thought?  Probably.

"I can take my own bag," Nathan commented.

As if that was going to happen.

"No."

I pulled both bags from the back seat and walked inside making sure to shut the garage door behind me.  When we walked inside screaming came from the living room.

You know, like normal.

I set my keys on the counter but before I could push Nathan down the stairs—wait that sounded mean... I caught his gaze.  At the sight of the pictures near the kitchen table.

There was one in the center of a pine tree, everything was blurry in the background making the tree look even more detailed and clear.  Then on the left was a cabin when Davis went fishing once—hated it—but he also was able to get some nice pictures on the trip.  Then lastly on the right, there was a close-up of a bee.