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-Chapter 40--What the hell is wrong with these two-

Today it didn't go as smoothly as I had hoped for. Kevin caused problems at lunch, again. Mike's girlfriend found me after one of my classes just to complain about why Kevin hadn't contacted her for any sexual activities.

Then she has the nerve to come on to me, trying to seduce me into fucking her in one of the empty classrooms on the third floor.

She tried to persuade me to go and use her body however I pleased, but that did not happen. My moral compass could be a bit distorted, but the last thing that's crossing the line is disrespecting someone who never disrespected me. And who genuinely seems to care for you and not only pretending to just to be on your good side. And one of those kinds of people is Mike.

That girl has some serious issues with infidelity. I shouldn't even be talking... Because I am no saint. But damn, she is pushing it at this point. She better stop doing that shit because she's starting to annoy the hell out of me.

Right now, Kevin and Mike were changing out of their clothes and into their practice outfits. Surprisingly, none of them spoke a word to me.

I put on the last thing I needed and refocused my attention on them. Observing them quietly, just expecting them to notice that someone is openly watching them make a fool of themselves as they keep putting things on that are not in the correct order.

This is the first time my attention wasn't needed by either of them. Not that I'm complaining or anything... It's just so strange because they always have something to say.

However, when both of them space out like this, usually something is off... very very off. Are they fighting again? Not at all. They would be at each other's throats by now.

Both of them seem to be lost in their own little worlds.

It seems that they were in autopilot mode, putting on their clothes and not clearly registering what the heck they were both doing at all.

"Are you guys okay?" Some of the guys that were quickly changing into their clothes or closing the door of their dark locker stopped momentarily to see if I was speaking to them. They proceeded to do whatever they were doing when they quickly realized that it wasn't the case.

"Yeah." Both of the daydreamers said at the same time, making me raise my right eyebrow at both in question when they snapped their attention towards me.

Mike started avoiding my gaze while Kevin just stared at me, head-on, waiting for me to keep speaking.

"Are you guys sure? Because both of you are acting really weird right now.

Especially you, Mike. " Kevin looked at Mike for a moment to see what I was referring to, but quickly lost interest when he began to put on his own dark shoes and got trapped in his own daydream again.

"Why do you say that?" Mike lets out a little hint of curiosity, peeking through his confused tone. His dark brows knitted together as he stopped putting on one pair of shoes.

Is he fucking serious?

Or is he feigning stupidity right now?

This guy hasn't talked about his "angelic girlfriend." He hasn't babbled on about her like she's a saint sent from God to wash away his worries and other bullshit that is completely contradictory to how she really is when he's not around to witness her goody-two-shoes little act slip off her face.

"Are you asking why? Are you really kidding me right now, Mike?

First of all, your shirt is backward. And second, you haven't talked to anyone inside here. Not even a simple "hello" to any of the members that stopped by to speak to you about something related to the sport, just to get completely ignored by you.

And thirdly, you're putting the wrong shoe on the wrong foot right now, Dumbass. " When Mike looked down, a surprised look took over his face, shocked that he had not noticed he was putting it the wrong way for a while.

What the hell is on his mind?

Did he fight with his girlfriend or something?

Is that why she wanted a release so badly?

Or did this guy smoke something strong?

Sometimes it's amusing to see him like that. But it is also a little concerning because whenever he is like this, he is doing something bizarre and dragging the whole team into his weird, crazy antics. Like one time, when he wanted all of us to join in a weird cult that ate some weird shit that not even a stray dog would eat. It's a good thing that the coach knocked some sense into him.

My attention refocused on Kevin again. I'm trying to guess what's going on with him today. Did he possibly do something stupid behind my back, again? I wouldn't be surprised if that's the case. Is he trying to figure out a way to tell me without pissing me off? Maybe.

They both tried to stay focused on the present but somehow failed miserably when they kept on doing what they were doing before I called them out of their reverie.

My eyes couldn't help but roll as my hand shut the dark locker. Without wasting any more time on them, I made my way to the enormous green field outside.

Today wasn't the greatest day. The glare of the bright sun beating down on me is already making me miss the nice, cool temperature in the locker room. At least the light and pleasant breeze is making it bearable.

The first thing that my ears pick up is the sound of cheerleaders doing their cheers as they practice their moves... It seems like they got tired of practicing in the gym.

Not only that, but Sarah, Melissa, and Jules were part of the cheerleading squad. Just fucking Great.

The three troublemakers, and, funnily enough, the three best friends, are inseparable.

The last thing I needed right now was to have my supposed "girlfriend" glaring at me from across the field for something that was out of my control. Sarah, her bestie, knew how Kevin was; everyone, even Mike, tried to warn her. She wanted to ignore the big walking red flag, so that was her issue to deal with alone.

Melissa believes glaring at me and getting mad at me will somehow make Kevin like her "best friend" and treat her right.

Her "best friend" could always break up with him... Nobody is pointing a gun at her and forcing her to stay with him until death does them apart.

Why do girls cling to a little speck of hope that a guy will change when they know it's never going to happen?

It was a surprise that she even lasted that long with him. Does she believe that she could change Kevin if she stayed long enough, withstanding his bullshit? Make him magically redeem himself in some way and live happily ever after when he does.

If Kevin ever redeems himself someday, then the world will certainly end on that very same day that he does feel any kind of remorse or any sign of redemption.

If Sarah thinks she's the only one that's tried, that's shit, then she's dead wrong. There have been many women before her who tried, but all of them failed miserably.

A high-pitched whistle cut through the air, followed by the coach's annoying gruff voice."One of you guys: go get the other idiots that are taking so damn long inside there. Before all of you get the consequences of those idiots' being late."

Many scoffed in disbelief at his threats. I wouldn't mind running for a while, back and forth through the large field, to relieve some tension in my body.

My attention pulls towards the spot on the bleachers that I have gotten so used to peeking at whenever I have to check on Emma.

My brows furrow when my eyes don't catch a glimpse of the familiar little brunette that sat herself in the same spot on the white bleachers every day, patiently waiting for practice to end.

This feeling of disappointment engulfed me like wildfire. "Where is my little angel right now?" I mumbled out with a heavy sigh...

This feeling of sadness and frustration washes over me. I haven't been able to see her today at all, not even at lunchtime. I was simply too preoccupied with other stuff to go see her at the library, where she usually likes to eat her food.

Yeah, secretly watching her like a creep in the library at lunchtime wasn't the brightest idea a guy could come up with, but I just couldn't help myself from not seeing her for so many hours in a day.

But as fast as my spirit dimmed, it instantly brightened again when my eyes caught sight of her small figure climbing up the white bleachers to her usual seating spot. Strangely enough, two females were following closely behind her. Then they both surrounded her when she sat, and then they both filled in the empty seats beside her.

I observed them from here. Right off the bat, the first one my mind quickly recognized was Asher's girl. She was conversing with Emma like they were old friends.

Her giggle was so loud that many of the players and cheerleaders on the field turned their attention towards her... Making the girl with the white dread sneak her left arm behind Emma and nudge Asher's girlfriend's shoulder to make her shut up. And it surprisingly worked.

When Asher's girlfriend calmed down from her fit of giggles, she began to show Emma something on her red smartphone. Emma smiled softly towards her, making my heart painfully squeeze a little at the sight of her genuine warm smile, directed at someone other than me.

She hasn't smiled so sincerely like that in days. I miss her smile. And her playful behavior when she feels safe enough to show that side of herself around me.

Damn it, I felt left behind for some reason. This was one of the fears that plagued my mind at night. Just the thought of her making friends and forgetting about me as those new people in her life steal her attention from me the more she gets to know them on a personal level wasn't alleviating this worry one bit.

It was greedy of me to be this way with her, but I just couldn't help it.

Especially when she's trying to distance herself from me these past few days.

"What's wrong?" Leo." Kevin snapped me out of my worrying thoughts.

When the hell did he come out of the locker room? Were my worried thoughts making me lose focus so much that I hadn't even noticed that the ones who were missing were already out here conversing with the rest of the team members?

"Nothing. It just seems like Emma made some friends. Today. "

"Wow, my toy has new friends." Kevin sarcastically scoffed under his breath. A small glare adorned his face. It looks like I'm not the only one feeling this way inside.

"Yeah, she seems happy." But I will have to do a background check on them and on her other circle of friends that she may not have told me or Kevin about, just to make sure that the little angel isn't getting herself into trouble. The last thing I want is for her to close herself off again if something ever happens to her.

"Does she have any male friends, Kev?"

"Yep, unfortunately, she does." The evil spark in his eyes amplified more, simply letting me know that he was going to do something stupid again.

A sharp whistle grabbed our attention and pulled our focus towards the coach, who was shouting for everyone to gather around him.

The coach readjusts the black cap that shields him from the bright sun. And then he begins to speak. "Like some of you guys, took your sweet-ass time today to come out. All of you will do the penalty for being late. "

When he said that, many of the players cursed under their breath, while one brave player blurted out, "Are you for real?""

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All of you today are going to run back and forth across this field. And not stop until I say so. Is there a fucking problem? Or do I have to repeat myself for you to understand? "

"No, sir." Everyone said as we all began to steadily pace back and forth across the large field.

One thing I noticed immediately was that Mike was gazing up at the three girls on the bleachers.

It has been two weeks since Mike hasn't come to the afternoon practice, so maybe that is why he keeps looking over at Emma and the other girls who are next to her.

He was so focused on the three girls that he wasn't paying attention to the conversation Naill was having with him.

" What don't tell me you like one of those girls up there ?" Niall asked him as he eyed those girls on the bleachers.

A frown quickly grew on my face.

"" Mike quickly said, a little too flustered as he picked up his pace. Trying to avoid any more questions from Niall.

When we ran a few more laps back and forth on the field, the coach stopped all of us with his high-pitched whistle, making everyone gather around him again.

"Okay, the one who needs to rest goes sit at the bleachers, and the others who still have energy get into two groups and-" I didn't hear the rest as I quickly made my way to the bleachers. Before I sat down, I took one of the cold water bottles from the red cooler.

I'm just waiting for Melissa to come over. Because I know she's trying to get me alone again to argue about things that don't involve her or me. And I'd rather do it here and get it over with.

And just like that, two of them came and stopped right in front of me.

"So who is the girl he is screwing behind her back?" Jules asked boldly. She wasn't asking to solve the problem for her "best friend," but rather for herself.

It seemed like Mike saw his girlfriend company with my girlfriend, and he decided to also take a rest. He sat right next to me. It's almost as if he's ready to try to ease the situation that's about to occur if it gets out of hand.

"That's none of your fucking business. It doesn't concern you, Jules. "

"She's her best friend too. Leon. " Melissa stated. Yeah, a best friend who likes to fuck her best friend's boyfriend. What a great friend they have.

"Plus, you're his brother; you must know something," Melissa added.

"Isn't it the girl that was sitting on his lap at lunch?"

"No... It's not her... " Jules affirmed.

"And how do you know it is not her?" Mike added, he quieted down when his girl glared at him.

"Because Sarah saw a picture of Kevin in bed with another girl, and her hair was brunette. And don't tell me that photo is fake because he sent it to her.

And we already interrogated that bitch that was on his lap at lunch.... And she said it wasn't her in that photo because she has a tattoo on her right arm and she showed us she doesn't have little scars on her body. So spill it. " Melissa blurted it out in one go.

Little scars on her body... That bastard dared to send a photo with Emma in it to his girlfriend to just piss her off. What the hell was that idiot thinking when he sent that?

Was that why he was so quiet earlier, probably thinking of a way to get out of it?

"I don't know who she is..." I said flatly, but Melissa wasn't giving up.

She scoffed under her breath as she openly glared at me.

"Okay, fine, you want a description of her? Is that it? " Then I'm going to give her one.

Both of them looked at each other, then back at me, and nodded.

" You won't get mad, would you? Melissa? "

"No, why would I get mad?" she said, confused. As she folded her arms in front of her chest, a frown gradually grew on her face.

"Okay then." Maybe this time she'll stop asking me things that don't involve her. Besides, they wouldn't know who I'm speaking of when the majority of the girls in this school have brown eyes and brown hair." She has brown hair and pretty brown eyes. She's cute and fuckable, and her lips are kissable. She is small and her body, well, do I have to say any more? " I smile. Mike started coughing out loud as he nudged me with his elbow to stop talking.

Her green eyes were fueled by anger and a hint of pain. Not only Melissa, but the blue-eyed girl next to her too.

"What? You said you wouldn't get mad?

Why are you looking at me like that? You were the one who wanted a description of her. Do you want me to too and get her and for you? I would gladly do that if you wanted me to. Do you want a picture of her in my bed too? "

The moment I finished asking the last question, she slapped me hard across my face. "You're such a dick, Leo."

"I'm happy your observation skills are improving then." Some of the girls who usually come to cheer on the guys at practice ooed when they heard me say that.

Melissa storms off back to her team. Jules followed behind without saying another word.

"Dude, that was a bit harsh." Mike lets out a breath as he stares at the cheerleaders gathered around Melissa. I didn't have to look over there to see some of them throwing daggers at me with their eyes.

"Sometimes, being harsh is the only way they learn to mind their own fucking business."

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Please ignore any bad grammar, for now, I'll fix that in the future.

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