First of all, I really wanted to thank all of you who have voted, fanned and left a comment. It means a lot to me.
Second, I am sorry for the long wait, I usually write the chapters in pairs, and Xavier's chapter just didn't work. Even though i know exactly where I want this story to go, his chapter just didn't come as easily. To be honest, he sounded like a girl. So after a few days I erased chapter Five and Six and started a new. The thing is, now I'm not as happy about Eliza's chappie. But anyways, you have to suck before you get better, so I left it as it is now.
PS: Chapter six will be up in a few!
Now, on with the story.
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Five: Eliza
I’d slipped up. When Drew laid his hand on me today, a total innocent gesture one that I hadn’t seen coming, I had been scared. Real scared. I told him he’d startled me, but he hadn’t even noticed a thing.
I told coach Peterson I had an ankle injury and couldn’t participate in gym for a few weeks or so. He’d asked for a doctor’s note and I told him I would bring one next time. It had all been a lie of course but I wasn’t ready to face exposing my arms.
Drew waved at me and I waved back. But then my eyes are drawn to another person, Xavier. His walk was arrogant and he and his friend are laughing about something. I can see his toned stomach through his gym t-shirt, and images float through my head. At least I’m not longer staring straight at him.
‘Earth to Eliza,’ I heard Caitlin say.
I look up and see that Drew and Xavier are on opposite sides of the field, ‘Hey, what’s happening?’ I ask her.
‘They’re gonna play soccer.’ She says as she sits next to me, fixing her red hair.
I guess that Drew and Xavier are going to pick the teams, which is absurd because Peterson could’ve just said: Mexicans to this side, the rest to the other side.
I was sitting at Drew’s side, all of my friends were, no doubt as to which team we were supporting.
Xavier’s team didn’t stand a chance, at least half of Drew’s team was on the soccer team, not to mention Drew himself was the best player they had.
But we weren’t even five minutes in the game or it became evident that Xavier was a way better player than Drew. Somehow his team worked better, as if they had complete understanding of what was going to happen.
Halfway through the game, Xavier started to pull his shirt off and his team followed. Drew did the same, which wasn’t surprising because by the way they were moving they must have been very hot and sweaty.
I looked at Drew and sweat sparkled on his pale body. He had a nice body, he may not have a six-pack, but he was in shape and very strong. Drew had that typical American built.
I couldn’t help but compare him to Xavier. His body showed more muscle, and he wasn’t as squire build as Drew, though he was almost as tall. He wasn’t as broad as Drew was, and his hips were slightly smaller than his shoulders.
Sweat was also dripping from his body, but I was more drawn to his tattoos. Though he wasn’t wearing his bandanna and his black hair was wet and flicked drops of sweat his he moved, he still looked very dangerous.
Cheering came from the other side of the bleachers as the south sider girls cheered for their men. Our team had lost with 2-1. I just couldn’t believe it. It wasn’t that I thought we were better than them, but our side had all the school’s soccer players.
Drew wasn’t happy and Xavier was looking at him with that cocky smile of his. His friends behind him were all speaking Spanish, and Xavier said something to Drew that made Drew pissed off as hell.
I went to Drew and kissed him, ‘You were awesome out there.’
‘I wasn’t on my best.’ He said, but I knew it was all excuses. Nonetheless I smiled at him.
‘And you didn’t have your team, it was very clear to me who was a soccer player and who not in the way you interacted. You had to play with guys you normally don’t, while Xavier got to play with his friends. If you had your soccer team, you would have easily beated him.’ I told him. I wasn’t sure of it, but I wanted to make Drew feel better.
It worked, he smiled at me and said, ‘Someday I’ll get a rematch. Besides, I have the real prize here in my arms anyway.’
I went on tip-toes and gave him a deep kiss, my hands on his chest to steady myself.
‘What did Xavier say to you?’ I couldn’t help it, I was curious. I found myself looking back once more, at a sweaty, celebrating, gorgeously hot Xavier.
In a flat voice, Drew replied, ‘That apparently sex wasn’t the only thing he was better at than me.’
‘Look,’ I said to Xavier the next day, ‘I know you like messing with my boyfriend, but could you stop please?’
He looked at me as if I were crazy, and maybe I was. I mean, I was asking a dangerous gang member for a favor. One that I had been scared shitless of just two days ago. What had changed? I mean I still had the nightmares, and I was still afraid to pass the DM, but Xavier…
There was something about him, maybe because of that time in the ice parlour, I just wasn’t that afraid anymore. He still scared me, but I didn’t think he was going to kill me.
‘Now why would I want to do that?’ he said, pretending to think, all while his chocolate eyes pierced through mine.
‘Because if we like it or not, we have to do this assignment together. And I’m not looking for drama.’ And Drew giving me shit about Xavier and I working together and Xavier giving me shit was drama.
‘I’ll tone it down,’ but his voice doesn’t sound sincere, and I doubted he would. I let out an exasperated sigh, and shook my head at him. Guys.
I noticed he hadn’t moved much, and when he did move, it was stiff, like he’s being careful, ‘You alright?’ I asked him.
He looks at me with disbelieving eyes, ‘I’m fine.’ He left the, Why-the-hell-do-you-care? Unspoken, but it was there in the eyes. Yes, why the hell did I care. His eyes sneaked a look at one of his buddies , and if I hadn’t already been staring at him, I would have missed the glance. His buddy had a blue eye.
‘You were in a fight, weren’t you?’ I asked him, and only then do I notice small wounds on his knuckles.
I realized again that I barely paid attention to his body when I was this close to him, not that I should, but I was always looking in his eyes. Damn those eyes. I averted my eyes, and they widened slightly at what they saw. There was a scar under his right ear, and a small scar above his eyebrow. On his left arm were two big scars, as if someone tried to slice him open, once on the upper arm and once on the lower.
‘None of your business, chica. Just concentrate on the fucking project, do you have an idea already?’
I actually had, it had come to me yesterday and I thought it was pretty awesome, ‘Yep I have. You wrote down a lot of stuff, but earthquake and volcanic eruption got my attention. I wrote down tsunami, and I thought that maybe we could find a way to combine all three of them.’
‘Sound great,’ he says, but his voice lacked the enthusiasm. I think he’d realized it too for he says, ‘Maybe we can work at it after school?’
‘Okay, meet me at the library,’ a nice public and yet quiet place. It was perfect.
He just nodded and didn’t say anything, he was completely in his own world and I let him be.
The bell had rung ten minutes ago and still Xavier was a no show. I had gone through a lot of different books for information and I had a pretty good idea where to start off with our assignment, only I didn’t have a partner. And I simply refused to do it alone. If he thought I would just do all the work, well then he had another thing coming. After waiting another ten minutes I went home.
I should have know that he would set me up. That bastard.
At home I wasn’t in the best mood so I did that what always brightened me. I put on music and started dancing and singing with it. I had taken dance lessons up until a year ago, and I was pretty good, but mostly I just loved dancing to the music.
The music stopped abruptly and I was scared shitless when suddenly the Bitch was standing in front of me.
‘Don’t you know how to knock,’ I told her. I crossed my arms in front of me, but then dropped them as I realized they make my boobs even bigger.
‘I knocked,’ she sneers, ‘You just didn’t hear me.’
I sighed, ‘Fine, what do you want?’
The Bitch only showed up when she wanted something, and I didn’t see how it would be any different now.
‘Your music is too loud, turn it down.’
I wanted to put up a fight, I really did, but I didn’t have the energy for it and frankly, I never really won. It bothered me a lot, but if I didn’t give in, she would ground me. And I mean ground ground me. No phone, no computer, no television, no friends no nothing. Just me and my homework.
When I didn’t say anything she turned around on her heels and walked out. It was sad that she was so arrogant she just assumed I would do what she’d asked me to do. It was sadder however that I did turn the music down.
With soft music I started to get all off my clothes out of my closet and on my bed.
I separated the clothes for now to the right side and the clothes for later to the left.
The right side didn’t have anything that left my back and arm bare. Honestly, I was waiting for the no sleeves shirts until my scar on my arm and around my wrists had become white and I could cover them up with make-up. Right now they were slightly pink, and just a month ago they had been red.
The pink scar was very visible, and I didn’t like people asking what happened, and I didn’t want to show that imperfection. So until I could camouflage it, I would hide it.
I felt the soft fabric of my newest addition, the green dress. I don’t think I’d ever have the courage to wear it, not only because of all the exposed skin, but also because it would show a little too much of my boobs for my comfort zone.
It wasn’t that I was a prude, but definitely at school I didn’t want to look like a whore. When I went out I sometimes would wear a top that showed a little skin, but then I’d just feel uncomfortable as guys stared at my cleavage instead of my face.
I was happy with my body, I’d never been shy about it, but if I could change anything, it would be that I’d have smaller boobies.