chapter 18

Isaac POV:

"Excuse me, do you know where the restrooms are?"

I turned around to see a girl looking up at me with big brown eyes. I guessed she was our age, but I had to look down, her height being below average.

"Uh I think I saw some if you carry on going straight, but I'm not fully sure sorry."

"It's alright thank you-" She began to say when a guy from the soccer team we were playing against came up behind her, squeezing her boobs. I cringed and had to look down at the ground for a second to recover from whatever just happened. Looking back up didn't help at all.

He roughly kissed her, the kiss looking so sloppy, then turned to glare at me, "What are you doing with my girlfriend?"

"I was just telling her where the restrooms are." I explained.

"She's taken."

"John... stop. He was just helping me." She giggled.

What an ugly name.

"I know baby you'll always be my little girl." They started doing some weird nose bopping and I took this as my cue to leave.

"What the fuck was that?" Harrison looked over at the two who were still in the same spot I left them.

"You saw that too?"

He nodded.

"Thank God, I thought I was going mad." I sighed.

"Alright boys. Huddle." We all huddled together, adrenaline pumping. "This is our first game, and we have to win. All the training, the sweat, the tears, have all been for this. This is where all the effort you've put in practice will be shown. Just play 10 times harder than you ever have before, and we're set. Go out there and show them how hard you've worked."

We all jogged on and got into our starting positions. I spotted the guy who I would now call foulmouth since every word I had heard from his mouth was crap. The whistle went and I blew a breath, then we were off.

***

The other team sucked. Like big time sucked. Right now, it was 9-0, and there were about 2 minutes left from what it seemed.

I had the ball now, the only thing stopping me being their shitty goalkeeper. Suddenly, foulmouth came from behind me, sticking his leg out to deliberately trip me up. I lost my balance, but I was able to pass the ball to a teammate who received it.

Then I slid, pulling the guy with me. He landed on top of me, his weight having to be like 600 pounds.

"Fuck... get off me." I grunted, pushing him off of me. It felt like I had just been winded by his weight. The final whistle sounded, and I got up, dusting any mud on me off.

Harrison rushed to my side, "You alright?". I nodded, ignoring the pain in my knee.

It would go soon.

Definitely.

Coach congratulated us as I tried my hardest to ignore the throbbing ache in my knee. This was only the first match; I was not sitting on the bench for the rest of the games. Coach reminded us about dinner, my only thoughts focused on the discomfort in my knee, which would definitely get better...

***

It got worse.

I was currently sitting on my bed, Zavier had disappeared 20 minutes ago. Apparently he had found a 'chick' at the game. No surprise there. I stood up from my bed and searched around the room to see if there was some type of first aid kit where I could find an ice pack.

"What are you doing?"

I immediately looked up, banging my head on the bottom of the bed in the process. Crap. That hurt bad.

"Nothing." I hadn't expected him to be back so quick.

He walked round to the side of his bed where I was as I tried to step back as smooth as I could without the limp showing.

"Why are you limping?"

Well that worked.

"I'm not." I lied, straightening my posture.

He didn't say anything, just stood there with a doubtful look on his face.

"Okay so it won't hurt if I do this."

"Yeah it wo-" I started to speak when he squeezed the same knee that had taken the fall."OW FUCK why'd you do that? Shit." I pushed him to the side and sat on his bed, holding onto my injured knee.

He only shrugged and sat down next to me, "You were going to say it didn't hurt."

"I didn't think you were going to fucking assault me. Jesus."

"Exaggeration." He muttered but I kept quiet. He abruptly got up, not saying a word and went to the door.

"Where are you going?"

"I'll be back, stay there." He then walked out- no explanation.

It's not like I had anywhere to go and with this small injury, I would rather just stay sitting, so I did. A phone notification cut through my thoughts, making me look down thinking it was mine.

Instead it was Zavier's; a snapchat notification from someone called "Ellie🤤🍑". I didn't know his password, the face ID rejecting my face multiple times until it came up with the password option.

4 digits.

Pretend I'm Zavier; What would I make my password?

His birthday? 1214

Wrong.

Uhh... Maybe try random? 6289

Wrong again.

1023?

Correct.

His moms birthday.

I was in... somehow. I went onto the snapchat app, half sliding to see the message from Ellie🤤🍑, but I was only able to see "- is it about him." The first words cut off.

"What are you doing?" Zavier's voice made me jump, the same question he had asked before, giving me a sense of deja vu.

I quickly whipped the phone back under his pillow, shuffling around, "Uh... nothing."

In his hand he held an ice pack and a bandage. "Is that for me?" I quizzed, getting up.

"No stupid, it's definitely for me." He rolled his eyes at me. I snatched the ice pack and bandage from him, placing the ice pack on my knee as I sat down on my bed.

"Thanks." I muttered reluctantly.

"Hmm... what was that?" A disgusting smirk crept up on his face.

"You heard me." I grumbled, avoiding his eyes.

"Yeah yeah, never thought I'd hear the day you said thank you to me."

"Yeah well I never expected you to ever help me." I lay back on the bed, looking up at the ceiling.

I heard him shuffle onto his bed, the sound of a phone unlocking. He was probably going to text Ellie, but for some reason, I really wanted to know who she was to him. I mean; the emojis explained a bit.

"Who's Ellie?" The words stupidly tumbled out my mouth before I could stop them. I held my breath, waiting his response.

"How do you know who Ellie is?"

"Well I don't... that's why I'm asking you." I pointed out.

"You know that's not what I meant. How did you know I was talking to a girl called Ellie?"

"Good guess I suppose. So where'd you meet her? Is she the one you did the quickie with?"

He didn't answer, I only heard moving from his bed then silence, till I felt my arm being pulled up to meet his eyes.

"Now Isaac, we both know your guessing abilities aren't that great. How do you expect myself to believe that you were able to somehow guess the name of the person I'm talking to? No...I think you saw something." He spoke slowly, drawling out each word.

"Don't talk to me like I'm a fucking baby." I scowled, turning my head away from him.

"You're not giving me straight answers, what else do you expect?"

"I just guessed. That's it."

He held my chin, forcing me to make eye contact with him. "You're a bad liar, you know that?"

I shoved him away from me, frowning at him. "Just leave it. If you're not going to tell me who she is then pretend I never said anything."

"Why you wanna know? You jealous or something?"

"You wish."

"So what'd you see?" He carried on prodding me for answers that I wasn't willing to share.

"What do you mean?" I purposefully stalled.

"I'm not dumb Isaac. You were on my phone before I came in, I saw. Is my password really that easy to guess?"

I shrugged; like I said, I'm just a good guesser.

"What else did you find then? Nudes?"

I scrunched my brows at him, "Fuck no. I was fortunate enough not to."

"I know you would've liked to see them."

I shook my head furiously. No way was I prepared to be scarred.

"Now being serious, what did you see?"

"It wasn't much." I looked back down at the ground. "Just that you were chatting with a girl called Ellie."

"Did you read our chats?" I looked up at him, hearing the worried tone in his voice.

"No, that'd be too obvious. Though I might as well have since you caught me anyways."

"Okay, that's good." He relaxed a bit, the tension leaving from his body.

"Why are you so relieved?"

"Because they're personal messages." He ironically responded.

"That's never stopped you before." I muttered loud enough for him to hear. He just sighed, going back to his bed.

"You're still not over that?"

"It was 2 days ago, not 2 years ago. Yes, I'm still not over that. It was embarrassing."

"It doesn't matter anymore. Let's just go for dinner."

"Of course it doesn't matter to you." I grumbled, but I got up and followed him out, only giving one word replies to anything he said.

A/N: so i don't play soccer so um maybe i should've done them doing track but too late now lmao😭 if you're a football expert pls give any tips and idk how different it is to americans soccer. also don't attack me cuz i'll most likely get things a bit messy but it is just a book, the playing isn't as important to the 'romance' plot if ygm? short chapter cuz i didn't really know what else to add. written 02/09/20