Not In Commision - Read: Tasting Jeremy 2.0

Chapter Seventeen (17)

I pulled away, "I missed you too,but we better get going for our next class."

"I don't care!" He shook his head, "The first block was wonderful! The guys were ok with me! With us!" He beamed, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

"I'm so happy for you." I smiled, wrapping my own arm around his waist. I didn't know if I would be able to live with myself if his team didn't fully support him, because Jeremy loved soccer. He played it since he was little, and if his team mates wouldn't accept him because of me, I wouldn't know how to deal with being with an unhappy Jeremy..

We walked into class a second later, and it felt like only moments before we walked out again for lunch.

Jeremy had brought up the topic of the cafeteria and our seating arrangements, and we had agreed and understood that we would sit at different tables for today.

Then Jeremy being he sweet and caring guy that he is, invited me to come play on the field with their team during practice.

My mind buzzed around the whole day, and it felt as if I was in so many places at once. Everyone either had something to say to me or Jeremy when we were together. At one point in the day Tyson had come up to us with a nervous looking Braeden at his side, and admitting I was kind of happy when I seen a guilty look in his eyes. I was glad he was guilty because he left me when I was alone, he stopped talking to me when everybody else did.

Even though my feelings for him would never go farther than being friends, he didn't have to ditch me.

And to say that encounter with him made it really awkward when it came to foods. The teacher was here but put aside all my projects because he was aware of family issues, much to my disagreement he gave me a seventy to pass the course.

"I still can't believe it," Jeremy mumbled, throwing his shirt into his locker, and waiting for me to do the same.

I nodded in agreement, "I know, it's unbelievable." Watching as Jeremy took a water bottle from his locker he slammed it shut.

It was the end of the school day, so as we left the locker room to go outside, the school was deadly quiet, and when we reached the circle of boys outside, I suddenly felt like shit.

I regretted agreeing to do this.

([{Jeremy's p.o.v}])

By the time we were done the suicides Matthew looked like he was about to pass out.

We had done multiple drills to show how hard it was to train for soccer.

We had all ran with width of the field twice, then length three times. We had down the three time workout where we all had to the ten jumping jacks, ten squats, and ten burpees, three times each.

"Are my legs supposed to hurt this bad." Matthew wheezed, leaning forward. His blond hair falling in front of his eyes.

"It's not even that bad." I teased, poking his ribs where he kept constantly telling me they hurt.

"Fuck off!" He shot back, moving his arm to punch me, only to stumble and nearly hit the ground.

"Looks like you get clumsy after all your workouts."

"Dick." Matt sighed, walking away from me with a slight limp.

My eyes followed after him, and I couldn't help but notice how a group of guys were all talking to Devyn, my suspicion only confirmed what was happening when coach called us all in, and they all nodded here heads in understanding, and Devyn looked at Matthew, who was coming toward me.

"Boys! For the last couple of hours we are gonna play Bombs!" I rolled my eyes at that, personally it was never my favourite game, there was always a bunch of injuries reported, and a couple fights between some of the mates.