I can concentrate on the words while figuring out my surroundings. Observing doesn’t interrupt my flow — if anything, it enforces it. While observing, I take the necessary time to process the words I’ve learnt.
For instance, now, during practice. Xander has thrown the ball three times off the pitch. It’s not because he’s bad — out of all of us, he probably has the best aim. He missed on purpose because he gets to run there and have a better view of Kimberly, who’s started to show up for our practices.
He’s been hung up on her since we were six or something, but then one day, he decided he should hate her. I figured out his reason some time ago, and I still think it’s dumb.
If you want something, go for it. Society and expectations be damned.
Xander doesn’t share my philosophy, so instead of acting on his feelings, he keeps getting in her vicinity, begging for a look from her or some proof that she hasn’t forgotten about him. But when she does give him validation, he pretends she’s the rock in his shoe.
He’s pathetic.
Then there’s Aiden. His poker face has been cracking whenever a certain Frozen is in sight. She’s in the track team and they’re practising across from us. He hasn’t listened to a word the assistant manager has told us. Instead, he’s been watching her with that calculative streak.
He’s more discreet than Xander about it, but it’s there, and I know, I just know that Elsa is my one-way ticket to break him the fuck off from Silver.
And they will break it off.
The curtains have fallen. They can’t fool me anymore — not that they should’ve since the start.
I run back to defence and cut off the beginning of a counter-attack. I’m good at ruining things before they start. The assistant manager shouts, “Fantastic tackle, Captain!” But his words don’t register.
Nothing does.
Since yesterday, I’ve been on a high I haven’t been able to control.
I did it.
I finally took Chaos by the throat and fucked her like I secretly fantasised for years.
It was her birthday, but I got the best gift — being her first.
It wasn’t the fucker Aiden or any other loser; it was me. She never broke her promise to me.
My head has been filled with images of her porcelain skin, of her bold flowery scent, of the way she moaned my name.
Fuck, how she moaned my name.
That’s the only way I want her to say my name from now on.
I know it won’t be easy. Silver didn’t just pull away from me as soon as I was out of her, she ran. Not to mention, she’s been acting cold and aloof since the morning.
Aiden is my fiancé.
Fuck that.
If she thinks I’ll let her hang on to his arm after I claimed her, then she must not know me at all.
I only allowed the fun because I knew there would be a day where she’d be officially mine. After Mum and Sebastian’s marriage, that option is off the table, but that doesn’t mean I can’t work around it.
The first step is done, but there’s more to come.
As soon as the assistant manager calls a break to go through the formation, I stalk towards the bench Aiden is occupying, snatch a bottle of water and settle by his side.
He’s wiping his face with a towel, his gaze focused on Elsa as she runs. I see it then — pride. He’s not just infatuated with her, he’s also proud of her. Interesting.
“She’s good,” I say nonchalantly.
His attention slowly slides to me. He must’ve noticed me sitting beside him, because even though he acts like he doesn’t care, he’s also hyperaware of his surroundings. However, he didn’t realise I was observing his observation session.
“Eyes. Off,” he orders.
There. The reaction I needed. “Relax. I was only saying she’s good.”
“Don’t say she’s good, don’t even watch her being good, speak to her, or about her. Deal? Deal.”
“I would’ve probably done that if I hadn’t realised you’re a fucking liar.”
“Me? What have I lied to you about?”
“Hey, how do I remove virginal blood from my dick? Should I just wash it?” I recite his text from back then and the words that fucking broke me. “I already washed the blood off my dick. I wouldn’t have if I’d known you have a virginal blood kink.”
He raises a brow. “Are you trying to prove you have a good memory? Am I supposed to clap or some shit?”