Throughout the passing days, I became accustomed to seeing Evans every single time I turned a corner.

Every time I left the bathroom, he was there. Every time I was walking home, he was driving.

I could never be rid of him.

But I guess it doesn't really hurt me from seeing him all the time, because looking at him... is quite rewarding.

Of course, we haven't really spoken a word to each other, just simple glances passing by the both of us.

Now, it's Thursday, and Claire and I are sitting by the table next to the window we have now deemed ours.

"So, you like any guys yet?" She asks as she stuffs her face with a pizza she bought from the cafeteria.

I was going to say I find Evans attractive — which is putting it lightly — but I've noticed over the past few days that she's somewhat territorial about him, so I chose to keep silent about my small attraction.

I simply shrug my shoulders and pay attention to my container filled with noodles my father, Emanuel made yesterday for dinner.

Suddenly, a group of guys from one of the other tables begin banging their fists on the table.

"Yo, listen up!" A guy with shaggy blonde hair and brown eyes shouts.

"Friday night. Soccer game. If you want to see your school win the fuck out of the game, get your asses onto the bleachers at 6.00pm," Evans follows after, and the crowd around them shouts in cheers.

"Oh my God I completely forgot about tomorrow! We have to go!" Claire shouts, bringing my attention back to her.

The thought of soccer brings my mind back to Tyler. "Uh, I don't know—"

"Please, I promise it'll be fun," Claire pouts, clasping her hands together in front of her.

I sigh. "Fine. But if our school loses I'm blaming you, not them," I point my finger directed to her and she laughs.

"Fine, deal," she gives me her hand to shake, and I chuckle before putting my hand in hers.

We both continue eating afterwards, and I decide to look around the large cafeteria.

My eyes stop moving when they meet a familiar pair of mahogany colored eyes.

Evans and I stare at each other blankly, but inside, my heart is thumping as fast as a speeding car.

➸

On Friday, the whole school day was spent with students advertising the first soccer game of the semester.

Clearly, soccer is a big deal here in Creaks Hill.

After school, Claire and I made our way to her house to get ready for the game.

"Okay, our mascot is the crocodile, so our school colors are green and yellow," she explains as she rummages through her closet.

I cringe at the thought of those two colors being worn on one body. "Ew," is all I say.

"Oh, shush! We can make it work," she exclaims, and I roll my eyes at her jolliness.

After what seems like to be forever, Claire squeals and turns around to face me with a large grin spread across her pink lips. "I have a yellow skirt, and green shorts, which do you prefer?"

"Shorts," I reply immediately.

She smiles and tosses them to me before looking back inside her closet. "You want a yellow tank?" She asks, and I sigh loudly.

"Okay. Are we done now?"

Claire spins on her heel and claps excitedly. "Yes! Now lets get dressed!"

➸

Claire is way to giddy for my taste.

Once we changed to our outfits, mine consisting of green shorts, and a yellow tank top, and hers being a yellow skirt and green crop top, we made our way to her car.

To say the school parking lot was packed would be an understatement.

People were parking in the plaza across the street just because there wasn't any room by the field.

The bleachers are almost filled with people on both sides.

Checking the time, I see it's only ten more minutes until the game begins.

As we're nearing close to the bleachers, I find Travis, also known as puppy killer leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette.

"Yo, girl," Travis shouts suddenly.

Not thinking he's calling to me, I continue walking to the bleachers.

"Hey!" He shouts, grabbing a hold of my upper arm.

My eyes widen, and I look directly into his empty green eyes.

What the fuck you want? Jeez," I grumble under my breath as I yank my arm out of his grasp.

His eyes almost double in size, as if he can't believe I swore in front of him.

I'm suddenly taken back when a bright smile replaces his usual scowl, however, his eyes still stay empty.

"I don't know sweet pea, just wanted to say hello," he says in his thick British accent.

How did I not pay attention to his accent until now.

"Let's go, Mandy," Claire whispers next to me as she tugs on my hand.

Once we begin moving forward, Claire silently squeals. "Oh my God, Travis Beckett talked to you! He so freaking scary, but like... so sexy, God I'm so jealous of you!"

I nervously chuckle as we begin walking up the stairs. "Uh, that's actually the first time he said anything to me," I admit, and she opens her mouth in shock.

Just as we're seated on one of the higher rows, Claire turns herself to face me. "You lucky bitch! I've known him since we were in elementary school, and he still hasn't spoken to me," she grumbles, and I shrug, not knowing what to say.

Thankfully, the crowd around us begins cheering for our school, and then suddenly, a person.

"Evans! Evans! Evans!" They all shout simultaneously.

Evans is on the soccer team?

Suddenly, a group of men in green, numbered shirts run towards the center of the field, followed by men in red, numbered shirts coming out from the opposite side of the field.

Evans is the last to run to the field, casually walking to the field as if he's going for a stroll.

It's not like he has hundreds of people staring at him, or something.

➸

Almost an hour and a half passed, and of course, we're winning.

Evans scored two balls into the net, and another one of his team members named Declan shot another one.

The other team that goes as the devils, shot only one, leaving us as the victors.

As people were walking down the bleachers, a petite blonde runs to the middle of the field, hugging Evans.

He, however, shoves her away, but she just shoos it off and grins.

"Hey, can I get your attention everyone!" She shouts, capturing everyone's attention.

She smiles sweetly, flashing her dimples while she's at it. "Victory party at Evans everyone! If you know were it's at, come on and join!"

After her little public announcement, everyone starts descending down the steps.

Suddenly, I feel like someone is watching me, and I look up, only to find Evans staring right at me.

I feel a slight shiver running down my spine, but ignore it as I continue walking.

Once we got to Claire's car, she dropped me off at home, and stated by 9.00pm, she'd be back so we would both go to the party.

Of course, when I told Emanuel about the party, instead of saying no like I hoped he would, he cheered me on, praising me for having a social life.

I grumbled a string of curse words as I stomped upstairs.

In thirty minutes, I changed into dark denim jeans and a black ruffled crop top.

Just as I slip into my black Nike shoes, I get a notification from my phone.

I'm here!

I sigh and tell my father goodbye just before leaving the house.

"I'm so excited for tonight!" Claire shouts in excitement once I'm inside the car.

I give her a thumbs up, and she chuckles, putting her car into drive once I've put on my seat belt.

After a few minutes of driving, we turn to a street, which is filled with dozens of different cars, lined up against the side of the roads.

Shockingly, we found a parking spot by the very end of the street.

Once we've parked, Claire unbuckles her seat belt, and jumps up and down on her seat.

"Let's get this party started."

➸