《You And I》ƇӇƛƤƬЄƦ 6: Dwight Blake Johnson
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witching off the monster of an alarm on my side table, I laid on my back with duvets drown up until my chin staring at the ceiling of my room.
The warm bed was too welcoming and the duvets including acted similar to a magnet which had me glued to the place.
"Blake, get down my boy. It's time for school!" My mom's voice echoed in the long corridor and finally in my room. I groaned.
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Taking a smooth turn into the parking lot, I parked my baby in its very usual place. Female eyes swoon over me as I stepped out.
Keeping the usual smile over my face, I pressed a few buttons on the mini remote and the car's headlights flickered twice with a sound which ensured that it was now locked.
Jiggling with the car keys in my right hand and holding the bag strap over my left shoulder with left hand, I finally made a grand entrance through the black gates.
"Ahh!" Something... No wait, someone crashed right into me as soon as I took a second step, sending my keys onto the floor with a cluttering sound.
"I... am.... Jennifer?!" I looked at her as she took a step back and looked at me with flirty looks, biting down on her lower lip.
"What do you want?" I asked with clipped voice as I bend down and picked my keys back up.
"You to take me as a date on Jonathan's party this Friday, babe" she whispered, running her index finger along my jaw line.
Hmm, I do remember Jonathan throwing a party on Friday, but taking Jennifer as a date wasn't in my script..
"I am not going" I lied smoothly, grabbed her hand and pulled it away from my face without looking at her and continued to make my way down the corridor.
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"You are kidding me!" She squeaked as she ran along side me to keep up with my long strands.
I ignored her and finally reached the locker. She came to a halt along side me and huffed.
"Why is it so hard for you to leave me alone?" I looked at her getting annoyed.
"Because I like you" she said throwing her arms around my neck and batting her long' n' fake eyelashes at me.
"But I don't" I shrugged trying to loosen her arms from around my neck.
Reluctantly, she didn't even budge.
"So, tell me. Who are you taking with you on Friday?" She said with fake admired filled voice.
"No one. Especially not you" I said and finally stepped away from her.
Clicking the lock in, I finally grabbed on my History book and threw in my jacket plus car keys, finally walked away after my locker shut close.
"Hey buddy" Jonathan back slapped me as soon as I stepped into my class unexpectedly to find it filled up with my soccer team mates.
"Morning, everyone" I called after high-fiving my mate and then nodded at everyone else.
Everyone smiled and replied back the greetings. But still had that different expression on their faces as they all looked at me.
"Well, did the flying fly caught your ear?" Jonathan jumped over a table and made himself comfortable with a smirk over his lips, as he noticed my curiosity.
"What fly?" I turned and raised my eyebrow at him, to which he chuckled.
"Well, the coach has declared to replace our Captain" he said casually with a shrug of his shoulders.
"Aha, that felt pleasure to my ears" I said and the entire class echoed with the laugh of my team mates.
"Sure is. But you see, the most interesting part is the new Captain" he said with a sudden glow in his grey eyes with a smirk accompanied.
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"Spill it" I said with curiosity running through my bones.
Soccer has been my favourite ever since I stood on my toddler steps and spoke my baby words. Kicking rocks over the footpath was a ruiteen. So ya, in short the sport ran in my blood.
"You"
"Hah?" I was taken back from his outburst and looked at him with wide eyes.
"You, as in.... our new Captain" he said again and I saw everyone of the team mates nodding sinister smile over their faces.
I blinked and gulped in. ME A CAPTAIN?!? I never pictured myself to be one before.
"Captain Dwight. The hot, six packed, best striker now is our Captain" Jonathan said with a smirk as he backslapped me once again, shaking me out of the trance.
"All hale, Blake!"
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"I call celebrations!" Jonathan fist pumped into the air as the bell rang, indicating that the school was now out for the weekend.
I rolled my eyes but still chuckled. "Jon, you have already decided it for tonight"
"Well ya, but now it's a bit changed. Inspite of being held in my house, we are heading to a friend's bar" he said with a smirk as we walked towards our wheels in the parking lot.
"If I am not wrong, is it that dude, Luke?" I guessed and received a node from Jonathan.
"Well ya, he'll let us underage ones in" he said with a wink.
I chuckled and clicked the buttons on the remote to hear a sound and the headlights flickered to life.
"See you at Silver Shades, dude" Jonathan said as we high-fived.
Just before I could have stepped into my car, the black gates of Stecci swung open.
My eyes widened a bit as I saw the familiar face stepping out. Glued to the place, I took time to adore the beauty before my sight.
Her long hazel hair neatly done in a ponytail, her usual slightly olive skin shining in the sunlight. Her big green eyes looking ahead with tight lips to give her that 'tough' aura. Wearing a white tee with bikers jacket and tight blue jeans with bikers heel boots was something I had never seen any girl wearing before. All and all she looked like the Goddess of War.
"Ms. Clarkson" I smiled, as I saw her taking long strands towards the only yellow bug in the lot.
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