Chapter Twenty Four
1767 Words
Balls, Keys, and more Balls II
Aiden and I were casually hanging by the field, watching soullessly. I never liked our school’s soccer team. They suck. Snoopy would agree with me if I told him. But since Aiden wasn't interested in any of this, all he could do was nod at my statement without actually realizing how true it was. We only ever go here for the fresh air. It was a nice breeze when you’re seated in the top most part of the bleacher.
As I watched the players run to the other side attempting to goal, I snorted when they failed to do so like I expected. I mean, let’s face it, this team is garbage. I wouldn’t root for them even if they paid me to do so. “These are shitty players right here. They’re the shittiest in the world. Even the worse player for Man City wouldn’t live up to this.” I commented even if Aiden wasn’t really asking for it because I was sure he already knew how I felt about them just by looking at my scowl.
“You should be supporting our own team no matter how bad they are.”
I scoffed, frowning even deeper at his remark on my opinion of this s**t team. “No freaking way! They’re even worse than my grandpa and my great grandpa combined.” I replied sarcastically, watching the team with disgust and disgrace. The amount of greatness and pride we bring as the university’s women’s volleyball team is the amount of shame this university soccer team was giving.
He laughed, leaning back on the bench, his arms spread wide to support his weight. “How’s tutoring?” He suddenly asked out of the blue. “Your students are quite something, especially that one kid who fights me for being your husband.”
I scowled at his last statement, disregarding it out of my frustration for this soccer team. “It’s fine. Kexin’s still hoping for some kind of a fantasy with me but we all how that’s going to end up falling down the drain if not me getting sent to jail for child abuse.”
Aiden choked on his drink. He tapped his chest to calm himself down. “Seriously?”
I nodded, sighing. Sometimes I just let Kexin admire me because I knew he wouldn’t stop blurting about having a crush on me even if I explained to him how inappropriate it sounds. “It can’t be helped. I’m too charismatic even to high schoolers.” I pinched my chin with my thumb and forefinger, flexing to the core. “Can you believe that? Guys even fall for me without flirting with them. I’m a natural at this.”
He gave me a look. “You sound so proud of something so bad.” He said under his breath as he shook his head in disappointment.
“How is that not something to be proud of?” I leaned closer to him, shrugging in pride.
I saw him arching his brows as if he was irritated by my flexing and how I was proud of being a natural playgirl. “Sure,” he replied bitterly.
“What sure? It’s true!” I defended myself. “It’s like that kid fell in love at first sight. I would definitely date him if I was his age. Pity he’s a high schooler.” I looked down at my nails and realized I broke one of them by the tip. I don’t even recall doing something that might cause this but it happens. It’s time I cut my nails otherwise I wouldn’t play nice during my games. I hate long nails when playing after all.
“I heard you went on a date with Harvey last Sunday. How was it?”
So that’s why he was acting so cold the other day.
I smirked. “He was okay,” I shrugged, unamused. “But he was really cheap though.” I said, scrunching my nose as the memory of his cheap ass. “It wasn’t even a three-star restaurant, where he took me for dinner. I can smell their stinky ass comfort room from where we sat. It was horrendous. I almost wanted to run away. Good thing his beautiful face made up for his cheap-stake ass.”
He chuckled. “It would have been funny if you did run away.”
“Through the toilet.”
“Through the toilet.”
We both said in unison. I chuckled along with him, imagining myself escaping through the bathroom and running away – disgusting but awesome. “Anyway,” I took a deep breath to continue my sentence. “It was cut short because the legal called and asked where he was.”
“No fights?”
I shook my head. “I didn’t meet the legal but if I did, I would have whooped her ass!” We both laughed out louder. “You know what’s worse? He even—”
“Watch out!”
I turned my head looking for the voice that shouted and my eyes widened when I saw a ball flying over at Aiden’s direction in an incredible amount of speed. It wasn’t any faster than any ball I received in court but it was pretty fast for a normie. I quickly pulled him out of his position and stood to block the ball from hitting him.
When it hit my head, which I wasn’t expecting, I almost blacked out. The ball was naturally-made compact so it hit my head pretty damn hard but I froze, balling my fists in anger. At this point, I was more pissed that the ball was supposed to hit Aiden and not that I was just hit by it for saving him. I watched the soccer ball bounce down the ground as the acceleration decreases.
“Gwynn, are you okay?!”
I saw Aiden at my side, holding my shoulder as I remained pinned on the spot where I stood, gritting my teeth in frustration.
“Are you bleeding? Let me see.”
“I’m fine. Were you hit?” I asked Aiden and he thankfully looked fine. The pain was slowly being eaten by my anger and I didn’t feel anything but angst. And even from this stupid soccer team makes it worse.
“You’re the one who got hit. Why did you do that?!” Aiden exclaimed, gripping on my arms a little tighter than a while ago. “I would have been fine.”
I shook my head. Everything he was saying wasn’t registering in my head. I was too pissed to take it all in and take it to heart. I just wanted revenge right now.
“Next time, don’t sit around the field dating when a game is happening right in front of your eyes.”
Did he just… I clenched my jaws in frustration trying to contain my anger.
“Unless you want to get hit by a ball for the second time.”
I crouched down, grabbing the ball with my hands, giving it a tight squeeze as if it the ball I was used to. I turned to Aiden and smiled at him saying, “Don’t try to stop me today, Aiden, okay?”
His expression changed. His expression was a mix of worry and confusion. He knew I was getting serious when I call his name right.
“Let me take out my anger on someone else, other than you, for once.”
He looked worried for what I was about to do, but I didn’t want to see him say no so I turned around to face this guy who was standing behind me like he was a boss. He uniform was loose on his and he was drenched in sweat. He was one of the stupid player of the soccer team.
“Now give me back the ball so we can continue the game.”
Ha! I looked away, scoffing in disbelief. I can’t believe he just said that. The nerve of this s**t player makes me wanna throw up for real. “Hey, s**t face!” I shouted. “You hit us with your stupid ball and you’re telling me off?!”
“Gwynn…”
I felt Aiden’s hand over my arms trying to calm me down but it wasn’t doing anything at all. Aiden’s touch only made me even more furious that this man couldn’t just lower his head and say sorry.
“What would you do if you hit him in the head?!” I yelled at the guy who glared at me like it was out fault they couldn’t aim properly – that they couldn’t pass the ball around without having it fly off. “Will you be responsible of the damages?! Are you that rich to pay any doctor to tell him he’s fine even if he weren’t?! What are you acting so high of yourself huh?!” I yelled more at him, unbothered that I was making and causing a scene. I didn’t even care if I was making a commotion. I just wanted to shout at this stupid prick. “You’re not even a good player! You’re just running around the field like you’re trying to catch a chicken or something!” I barked at him.
“Can you please just give me our ball back?”
He was ignoring everything I was saying.
Fine. I looked down at the ball I had in my hand. “Ah, you mean this ball?” I smirked before I glanced back up to the guy. I was so angry, I felt like all my demons were being released at the moment. I pulled out my scissor from my bag, which I conveniently had, and started stabbing the ball like it was face I was puncturing.
“What the hell are you doing?!”
I imagined the ball as him and his shitty team which felt good and better than nothing. Remembering how that ball came flying at our direction made me go dark in an instant, like a demon possessed me. “What ball?”
The guy looked surprised.
I walked up to the guy and pushed the deflated ball to his chest hard. I glared at him gripping the scissor in my hand tight making sure I wouldn’t stab this on his neck. “You should be thankful that I’m not putting this right through your skull, shithead.”
His face screamed the look of defeat.
“Takahiro! Field, now!”
- Writer
