He keeps looking at me, even as his teammates try to get his attention. "Why is he looking at you like that?" Daniel asks.
"I- I don't know. He's probably looking for us. ANDREAS, WE'RE OVER HERE!" I stand up to scream down at him, he laughs and waves to us all.
"BEAT HIS ASS ANDREAS!" We all look to Monica; the determination was all over her face. I wonder who this HE is?
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1 hour later. . .
Update: All my popcorn is gone, my back is drenched with sweat and my ass hurts. Also, we're currently losing to Stanford. The score is 23 for Stanford and 15 for Berkeley. It's not that bad but isn't good. The coach for our team has slammed his clipboard on the ground so many times, it's now broken. They aren't lying, coaches are angry people.
I can tell Andreas is stressed, which makes me stressed too. He's run his hands through his hair so many times and has been mumbling curse words to himself. Turns out, James, the guy Jessie cheated on him with, is playing for Stanford tonight. And it's been putting him on edge, I can't imagine what's going through his mind right now. And with Jessie being in the stands, he's hanging off the roof.
I want to go down there and smack him in the head, telling him not to let that prick of a guy get in his head. But it's too late for that. It's now halftime, the Berkeley choir is singing some weird-ass song, whatever it is, everyone is bored.
I need to go talk to him.
"Hey, I need to go to the bathroom. Be right back." I say to everyone, getting up from my seat.
"Oh! I'll go with you." says a chipper Jill.
"No, you stay here, I'll be quick." My eyes beg her to sit down, she takes the hint and plops into her seat. Before getting out of the aisle, she pulls me down by my jacket, "Tell Andreas I say hi."
My face steams up, I run off before anyone can see it.
Finding the locker room is harder than I thought it was, halftime is about to be over in 12 minutes. I file through all the people, shoving shoulders and even pushing a kid to the side, to my luck, he didn't fall over. With the luck of God, I see a sign that says Berkeley locker room, points towards the bottom.
I follow the arrow, walking down a bunch of steps until I arrive at a door that says, "Men's football locker room." I would push the doors open, but what if they're naked? That would be awkward. An older guy passes me, when the doors open, I get a peek of Jace.
"Jace! Jace!" I yell, he sees me, cocks his head to the side, probably wondering what the hell I'm doing down here, and runs over to me, bursting through the doors.
"Is Monica, ok?" His eyes fill with worry.
"She's fine, loud, but fine. I need to see An-"
"Andreas?" He lifts his brow, looking at me with amusement.
I flush up, "Yeah. "
"Cover your eyes."
"Can't he just come out here to see me, I'm not trying to see tiny dicks, Jace?"
He chuckles, "You won't if you cover your eyes. He's pretty furious, he won't want to come out here, too many cameras and reporters. "I turn around to see that it's true. How did I miss that?
I do as he says and cover my eyes, tightly. Jace's hands grab onto my shoulders, the doors fly open and a waft of sweat and anger seeps into my nose. Please don't let me see a penis.
Andreas P.O.V-
All my teammates groan and moan as they lay on the ground and benches, exhausted and angry.
We're getting our ass whipped out there, the score isn't that off, but it's not good. We've got only two quarters left in the game, and that's it. We'll need a miracle to win. Stanford's defense is amazing, I don't know what they're feeding them, but you would think they were on steroids. And somehow, Coach Spencer, Stanford's head coach, keeps figuring out our plays, it's like he's reading Coach Karter's mind, which he hates by the way.
My thoughts are interrupted once I hear a female's voice. "Ahh! Jace, that was a locker!"
"Sorry."
I recognize that voice, the base in it. "Elizabeth?" I speak.
Coming around the corner is a closed-eyed Elizabeth, her small hands feel around her, hoping she doesn't run into a locker. All the guys look at her, someone mumbles about how good her ass looks, they better watch their backs.
She's wearing a blue juicy couture jacket that shows her cleavage with a jean skirt, the same one she wore in my truck when I made her come for the first time, and some tennis shoes. Even wearing simple clothes, she's beautiful.
"Andreas, please take me away from Jace, he's trying to kill me."
"Hey, it's not my fault you don't listen." He lets go of her and heads over to his locker.
"What are you doing here?" Her eyes are still closed. She yelps when I grab her up in my arms and direct us to the quietest place in the locker room, the showers. I sit her back on the ground, her eyes still closed. "You can open them now." She slowly opens them, her eyes panning over the shower, eyes glistening over. "What are you thinking about?" But I already know, my eyes darken.
"Just about many dicks have been in here." She smirks.
"Including mine?"
"Yes, including your tiny dick."
"Nasty brain." I flick her head, to which she swats my hand. I get serious. "No, but seriously, what are you doing in here? If coach finds you, he'll chew my ass out."
Her eyes soften, "I came in here to see you, I know that James is out there, and it's obvious he's messing with you." My jaw clenches at the mention of his name. "You can't let him get to you Andreas, that's probably what he wants, to beat you. Don't let it happen. My ass is hurting from sitting in that seat, and so that pain better be worth it. From what I heard, you're a pretty good football player, well, I'm not seeing it out on that field! God damn it, Andreas, I WON'T sit in that stand and watch the guy that I like lose. I don't mess around with losers." I'm stunned, by the pep talk and the fact that she confessed that she likes me.
"You- you like me?" I could tell by the look on her face that she didn't pick up on it, and now that I pointed it out, she bites her lip.
"Well, the dogs out of the bag then." She fans her hands around.
"Cat."
"What?"
"It's the cat's out of the bag, not dog," I confirm.
She groans, "Not again. Why don't I know anything!" Her fingers grab me up by the shirt, I loom over her. "Whatever, that's not important. Go out there and whip some ass, look at me, I sacrificed getting flashed coming in here." She did.
I restrain myself back from kissing her, I'm afraid if I do, I won't stop. She smells so good, looks so good. "Elizabeth." I choke out.
"Yeah?"
"I need you to let me go, if you don't, I'll lose myself in you and won't go out to that game."
"What if I want you to, lose yourself in me? Then what?" My hands slim down to her waist clutching it. My body moves impossibly close to her, I can't stop myself. I can't stop myself.
"Elizabeth, I can't do this here. Please." I beg her, as my fingers start to creep up her jacket, touching the delicate brown skin under it.
Her voice lowers, "Then why are your eyes dilated? Why are your fingers creeping up my jacket." Her grip on my shirt tightens more. "What are you thinking, Andreas Chen?" The way my name sounds on her lips makes my dick hard. Hard as a fucking rock.
"About my fingers inside of you, the taste of you on my tongue. Fuck, just let me fuck you already Elizabeth. Please." I beg, I don't even care if it comes out whiny, I just want her.
"Yes." My eyes are bewildered. "Well, obviously not now you've got a game to win. I'll make a deal with you." She smiles mischievously.
"What?"
"If you win the game against Stanford, and put James to shame, I'll let you fuck me any way you want, where ever you want, and how you want." Ok, my dick is 100 percent on hard. For her to proposition this to me, right now, in a middle of a game? It's all I'm going to have on my mind, how am I going to focus on the game right now?
"Deal." Is all I can manage to say.
"Boys! Half times up, let's go whip some Stanford ass, or I'll kill you all!" All my teammate's cheer and roar.
"I need to go. And you've got to get out of here. Down the hall, to the right, there should be a door leading out of here to the stadium. Go."
Before she walks out, I smack her ass. She turns around to me, licks her tongue over her plump lips, and runs out.
Fuck, Elizabeth Pratt.