13: That's The One

Stop staring at him. Weirdo.

His eyes are mesmerizing and I keep staring into them even though he just made fun of me for it. There's a whistle that comes from the football field that brings me back to my senses and I regain enough of my composure to clap back.

"I could say the same to you."

There's a smirk on his face and I know Ive amused him. I roll my eyes and break the eye contact to check on Ben and Braden who are now on the floor fighting over god knows what. I laugh a little and Oliver looks at me in confusion as he switches between me and the boys.

"It's you and Tyler," I say through a giggle.

"I'm pretty sure I looked more intimidating."

I look at him and laugh at his stone cold face. His crossed arms make him look like he's pouting a little. I walk up to him and pinch his cheek.

"Baby."

I go to take my hand away but he's quick and traps my wrists in his hand. I stop, surprised and look up from my wrist in his hand to his eyes. He's still stone cold but his eyes are staring at me intensely. He rubs my wrist with his hand and whispers to me.

"Say it again."

I laugh lightly at his request, he can't be serious. His eyes are too intense for me to go against his will, and honestly, he could break my wrist if he wasn't too careful.

"Baby," I whisper back.

He pulls me in a little, our eyes still locked. They're swimming with emotion, but I can't decipher what it all means. His eyes shoot down to my lips quickly. Almost an unnoticeable movement if I wasn't already staring deep into his own eyes. Unconsciously, my eyes do the same. He smirks a little, knowing that I'm looking down at his lips for just a second. My heart beat is wild and I feel like I could scream but there's no voice coming out. Not that I would want to ruin this moment with a ear breaking scream.

Wait, no. I don't want to have a moment with Oliver Grey. Forget that. Stupid hormones always making me look bad.

There's a loud whistle from the football field and my head snaps in that direction. It's the team going over drills and such. The coach looks irritated and he looks like he's looking. for someone. When I look back to Oliver is gone, walking towards the field.

His touch lingers on my wrists and I rub them awkwardly as I watch him run to the field. I sigh, shaking my head at whatever just happened.

"Are your two dating?" I turn to the voice of Braden who's now standing by Ben like they didn't just fight.

"No."

"Not yet," Ben reminds me.

I laugh a little and shake my head, starting the walk towards our house.

"Come on, let's get you home."

We make our way home and the sitter is already there when we get there. Sarah Goldberg, my old babysitter. She's a 60 year old lady that's been with our family forever. She knows what happened to my parents and has been a helping hand since the beginning.

"Hazel, sweetie, how are you?"

"I'm good, Sarah, how are you?"

"Wonderful, I get to see my favorite boys today."

I nod and open the front door, holding it open for everyone to make their way in. I close the door and explain to Sarah how long I'll be out and tell her to text me if anything goes wrong. She nods, urging me to leave and have fun.

I go to my room quickly and change. I go up to the couch to see Oliver's makeshift bed a mess as always. He's left a school shirt thrown on the couch and I pick it up and sniff it quickly. It's clean since the signature scent of Oliver Grey, vanilla and teakwood, hits me.

I pull the red school shirt on and tie it so that my white skirt shows. I don't own any school shirts so this is the next best thing. If Oliver gets mad, I'll just tell him is part of the deal.

"Boys, I'm off!"

"Are you going to see Oliver?" Braden asks.

"Yeah, there's a football game."

"Ooo, Hazel's going to a football game! Hazel's going to a football game!" The boys start chanting.

I roll my eyes at them and laugh as I give them a tight hug.

"Behave you two."

They laugh and wiggle, trying to escape my hug but I just squeeze them tighter. They start laughing and screaming playfully, still trying to escape my grasp. I start laughing too and let them go. They run away laughing, trying to beat each other to the dinner table.

"By the way," Sarah tells me before I walk out the door, "Some boy was here looking for you."

I furrow my eyebrows at her, "Boy? Intimidating looking with football gear?"

"That's the one."

"Oh, Oliver lives here, he wasn't looking for me."

Sarah shrugs and mumbled something under her breath I don't exactly catch.

"What?"

Sarah just shakes her head and smiles, "Oh nothing, sweetie. Go have fun."

I turn to leave and Sarah shouts at me when I'm to the sidewalk already, "You look hot!"

I blush at her and wave before starting my walk back up to the school. I smile at her comment, I didn't look hot though. A school shirt with a skirt and some of my makeup that I never wear doesn't make someone hot, just presentable. I mean, more than my usual.

The school is packed when I make it to the bleachers. Both sides are filled with student wearing the team colors. Ours were red and white while the rivales were green and black. It was quite a festive sight, gets me ready for Christmas. I smile when I see Levi standing in the bleachers and I wave at him when he sees me. I make my way up to him and give him a quick side hug.

"Hazel, wow, you look great!"

"Thanks."

"Glad you came."

"Me too! Is Emma down there?"

"I saw her, but she's wearing a jersey."

My smile falters slightly. If Emma is wearing a jersey that means one of the football boys asked her to wear their number. It was kind of a way to call dibs, or for couples to show support. But since Emma is single, someone definitely wanted to get some tonight.

I look down to wear the cheerleaders are but I can't seem to catch what number jersey Emma is wearing. All the cheerleaders have a jersey on. Apparently, instead of their normal uniforms they chose to where football jerseys. I can't really tell which one is Emma if I'm honest. There's so many pretty blondes it's a little difficult.

"I'm gonna go talk to her."

Levi nods and looks to me. He looks sad and I try to understand how he's feeling. The girl he likes wearing some dumb jocks football jersey.

I smile up to Levi and walk to the cheerleaders to find Emma. She was talking to some cheerleaders so I called her name to grab her attention.

"Hazel! You came!" She gives me a hug when she sees me.

"You have a way of convincing me."

She smiles and that's when I look down to the jersey she's wearing.

Number 15. Oliver Grey.