WE aren't trying to be in a relationship. We just mess around.
Well see, the thing about Jacob is he treats you one way in front of his friends and another way when we're alone.
When we're alone, he so nice and sweet, he's himself. When he's with...
"This is too much," she panted, shaking her head and wiping a bead of sweat from her brow. "Is volleyball really this important?"
I nudged her shoulder, rolling my eyes at her lack of spirit. "Uh, obviously Avi. It's almost over anyway, so stop complaining."
She playfully grinned and took a sip of water from her own plastic bottle. Just before I was about to say something, the screeching whistle blew. I groaned loudly and scrambled up. I jogged to my spot and prepared for drills. Then, a group of boys busted into the gym, laughing and shoving one another. Typical.
"Short shorts and evolving white girls," purred Dominic, the irritating light skin out of the group, with a clap.
I looked around. More than half of us there, weren't even white. Dominic was just a moronic hottie. I gave credit when it was due.
"Shut it Domino," Marcus scoffed. "They're all light skin dummy." Supposedly, he's the funny one of the group.
Never, in my 17 years of living, have I ever met a group of boys so imbecilic here, in New Hampshire, and I've been here my whole life.
"Both of you assholes shut up. They're beautiful individuals." Jacob came in, an easy smile marring his lips.
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Jacob was the charmer of the group, and I can tell you easily why. His smooth caramel skin, his beautiful curly hair, and his cool yet impeccably sexy style, was to die for. Still, that didn't change the fact that he was an asshole.
"Boys, out now!" Coach shouted.
"Coach chill," Dominic coed, grinning.
"We just trying to get some digits, then we'll be out," Jacob chimed in, winking at no one in particular.
This is exactly what I meant. I didn't see how these girls didn't notice. All they wanted was one thing, and they got what they wanted because these girls were too blind to realize they were being used.
I caught the boys walking towards the group of girls I was stretching with. I immediately got up and started walking toward the bleachers, ensuring the gang of self-absorbed, sexually frustrated simpletons came no where near me.
I felt a pair of muscular arms wrap lightly around my waist, and I quickly slapped them away. "Can you not?" I retorted, turning around to see Jacob Perez standing in front of me. Jesus, he was so... "Can you not...touch me," I rolled my eyes.
"But, you liked it," he smirked.
I turned around and continued to stumble towards the bleachers. Once I got there, I pulled out my phone and turned it on to find 6 missed calls from my mom. I turned down the volume, knowing I was about to get an earful of her yelling. I certainly was not in the mood for that.
