Bad Boy Rumors

9. The Game

Friday. A day of pure bliss. The last day before you're free to sit at home and do whatever the hell you want. However, this Friday was far from blissful. Camille was already talking about how excited she was for the start of football season.

"What are you wearing tonight?" Camille asks chewing her gum obnoxiously loud in my ear.

"This." I say pointing down at my cutoff shorts, band tee and beat up Converse shoes. I already was being forced to go to this game against my will, I'll be damned to get all dressed up for it.

"Come on! You have to dress up in blue and grey to support the school!" She argues back putting her manicured hand on her hip getting ready for an argument.

"No way!" I laugh at the mere idea, "I'm not dressing up like some kind of football groupie."

I've seen some of those girls and it was embarrassing honestly. They painted their faces with the boy's numbers hoping to get noticed by them and then hook up with them at the after parties. The whole thing was pathetic. There's no way I'm going to go out of my way to cheer for a bunch of meatheads throwing a ball around and tackling each other.

"Yeah, God forbid you show some school spirit." she mumbles walking away clearly done with me. What's her problem? She's been so sensitive lately.

"You're a terrible friend." Wesley says coming behind me where I'm standing at my locker to whisper in my ear before I pull away. He's been acting like nothing happened and being even more annoying which I didn't think was possible. Now that the threats and glares are over with, they've been traded in for winks and flirting. Bad flirting by the way.

I shoot him the dirtiest look I can muster up hoping he'll get the message. That message being, I want nothing to do with you. "Why are you near me?" I take a step back only making him follow my movement.

"Why would I not be?" He asks leaning toward me putting his muscular arms on either side of my body caging me in between them. I was suddenly very uncomfortable.

My attempts to move his long, strong arms fail as I try to slip under them instead. That method doesn't seem to be successful either as he simply slides his hands down to push my hips against the lockers making me seriously wish I'd stayed in place. There's no way I'm getting out of here so I have to think and think fast because I don't know how much longer I can deal with his scrutinizing stare. It was making me feel...hot. How do you handle hot boys? How do you breathe around boys again?

"You've been avoiding me." It isn't a question but he's right. He must know I was avoiding him after yesterday when I ran into the girl's bathroom after he made eye contact with me in the hallway. Obvious? Yes. Needed? Yes.

"I'm not." Lying. Lying is always the easiest way out.

Wesley tilts his head examining me more before he finally speaks again, "I don't like to be avoided... or lied to." He moves to tap one of his calloused fingers on my nose as if he's scolding a child. Who the hell did he think he was? Did he think I was supposed to do want when he wanted just because he wanted me to? Hell no.

"Do I look like I care what you want?" I ask mockingly finally making eye contact with him. There's no way I'm going to stand here and get bullied into submission.

"You actually look a lot like what I want."

What? I heard that wrong. There is no way that he just said that to me when he was literally all over someone else yesterday. Not only that but he mocked me for it after! He had to be trying to pull one over on me. I probably looked like such an i***t with my eyes wide and mouth open like a fish. This is exactly what he wanted. Wesley wants me to feel stupid. God he's so confusing.

He's staring at me now with his pale eyes looking into my soul while I look right back. He's moving. Oh god, is going to try to kiss me? No, no, no, no, no, no. My knee instinctually flies up kneeing him in his Wes Jr. causing his body to lurch forward with the impact. He falls against the locker providing me with an escape route that I waste no time taking. I practically sprint away leaving him groaning against the locker in pain.

*

Westwood! Westwood! Westwood!

Football games are insane. There are so many people here; I didn't even think half of these people even go to Westwood High. The stadium was packed with teens, parents and kids all decked out in their blue and grey 'wolf gear' to support the football team.

The game was due to start any minute as our football team was finishing up their warmup and preparing for the game. The cheerleaders were standing in front of the stands waving their pompoms and hyping the crowd up for the game. Along with them stood Kat and all her perfection. She had a large yet mischievous smile on her face as she danced around. She was confident and you could tell, who wouldn't be with looks and a life like hers though? It wasn't hard to understand why when she walked over to number 16 and pulled of his helmet revealing Wesley. They talk for a minute before Kat leans into him causing my stomach to clinch.

She was going to kiss him. She was just going to kiss him in front of me and everyone else here.

But surprisingly before she has a chance to plant one on him, he moves backwards at a lightning speed causing Kat to fall face first onto the grass. I attempt to muffle my laughter as I hear worried whispers across the bleaches as everyone watches her drop. I, however, do a much better job than Wesley as he straight up cackles standing in front of her just staring at her. As the buzzer sounds, he jumps over her and runs onto the field without a second glance.

I was still giggling as Kat stood up and pulled her skirt down shooting dirty looks to everyone who dared to look at her as she returns to the track acting as if nothing happened. That had to hurt her pride. I didn't know whether to feel bad for her or not. I think I'm going to not.

"Is this your first football game?" Vincent asks me from where he's seated between Connor and Avery looking unspirited in his skintight black jeans, leather jacket, and all black outfit. Despite it being totally 'uncool' the twins decided to come to the game to support their cousin. As well as to watch him get pummeled in his 'pretty boy face' according to Connor. What a supporting family.

"Yeah, they're not really my thing." I shrug looking around at the packed crowd. Connor's eyes follow my movement with his eyes as he nods in agreement looking anxiously at all the people. For a bad boy, crowds sure did make him nervous.

The game was in swing and damn, Westwood was really good and so was Wesley. He was even good enough to replace last year's state known quarterback who got recruited by Ole Miss at the end of his senior year. But Wesley was sure playing just as good if not better than him as he continually throws the ball and occasionally runs it in for a few touchdowns of his own. By half time we're winning 32-6 and the crowd is growing wilder as the minutes tick. Whispers of Wesley filled the stands with people questioning how Wesley got so good at football and I guess the winning answer was that he learned to play while in prison. I'd believe it.

Third quarter brings a new challenge as our team’s star running back is tackled questionably late after the end of play resulting in a twisted ankle. The players on the other team are getting more and more violent each play trying to hit and step on our players. As fourth quarter comes and they're still losing, they begin to target Wesley seeing as he's the center of our team's success.

Wesley continues to dart past their defense and find the wide receiver changing the score to 67-13 sending the crowd into another uproar. It's the last play and Wesley has the ball looking for someone to pass it to when the defensive end hits him in the back causing him to hit the ground with enough force to have the whole crowd up on their feet and silent.

"What the hell! Is he okay?" Avery yells watching as the perpetrator stands up and steps on Wesley's spine to get over him making my blood boil. He couldn't do that! I know its football but it's Wesley. What if he steps on his face? Anything but the face.

"Calm down, he'll be fine." Vince states from where he's sitting looking nervous despite his words, "He's been shot, a little love tap in the back isn't going to kill him" he shrugs.

Vince's words cause us all to send him incredulous looks at his blunt and uncaring statement. He proves to be right though when Wesley pulls himself up just as the bell goes off signaling the end of the game causing the crowd to cheer like maniacs at Wes' recovery and us winning. I'm too focused on the angry look on Wesley's face as he rips off his helmet and moves to the guy who hit him who's holding a victorious smirk on his face. I know that look and this isn't going to end well.

I instantly get up and run to the field hoping to stop Wesley before he does anything stupid that he'll regret. Well he won't regret it but it'll definitely be stupid knowing him. Just as I reach them, Wesley fist flies out colliding the boy's face as an echoing c***k sound sounds the stadium.

I attempt to pull Wesley back leaving me open to the now angry boy who's smirk is replaced by pure fury. Before I even have a chance to register what's happening a hard blow is delivered to the side of my head making me fall onto the field.

"Get her!" Wesley yells to his teammate pointing to me as he lays a series of fatal blows to the guy with much more force than before. I attempt to tell him to stop but my voice box won't let me get my words out leaving me to be dragged up and away from the fight.