Title: Coffee Dates

Summary: Saturday, Coffee and Stella sequel.

Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue.

Warning: Swearing. A cat fight?

Author's note: Sorry for the hiatus guys, I've landed myself a job as a tutor, and school workload's been up my neck. So, to those who waited patiently for this, this one's for you guys. And oh, be warned, I am not really a sports fanatic, so uhm- if you noticed some mistakes in what I've written, then I'm so sorry in advance. Lots of love to Rayella fans. Enjoy yourself with this piece.

Chapter 4

Dial M for Murder Part 2

Ace Wilder owned the world. Well, the soccer field to be precise. He was the MVP in their division, their team won the championship three times in a row, and would still snatch it until a wannabe Ray Beech destroyed it in his sophomore year.

Their team was pretty sure that they'll win the soccer tournament that year, they have the best player and they're not shy on using underhanded tactic to get what they want. When one of their informants warned them about Mesa High's rise on the ranking they didn't take it seriously. Mesa High was good, but not the best team in their division.

That was before they faced them in the semi-finals. They didn't count the shrewdness of Mesa High's midfielder, Ray Beech.

They thought it was Delgado at first a fairly decent forward that was giving Mesa High's team the new confidence and vigor, not noticing the short blond kid who at first notice was all air and nothing more, but when they manage to mark Delgado that was when they knew who really was controlling the game. Ray Beech showed his true colors. He was an attacking midfielder and armed with his deadly hard shot and had his eyes on the goals he was a formidable opponent. Beech wasn't shy also on using underhanded tactic; he managed to get two of their defense player getting a red card. Thus forcing their midfielder to play defense and offense at the same time, and without their best defensive players and Mesa High having the best offensive tactic using direct attack, Colton Academy lose.

Added insult to injury, Ray Beech still a freshman that year, got the MVP.

He's itching for revenge. They tried that using Mesa High's cheerleaders, but Beech wasn't too attached with them. They tried to irk him on the field, but Beech's ego is bigger than the stadium and just smirked at them the whole time. Tried it to his band, but Colton Academy's Headmaster had caught on or been informed and give them demerits, for freaking Ray Beech is influential as he is sneaky, arrogant and cold hearted.

Well, that was before he heard about the 'wildcat'. He knew about Mesa High soccer team's Sunday get together, knew the rule about prohibiting girl's attendance, and knew that Beech was the one who implemented it. Imagine his surprise when a bird whispered that it was Beech also who broke the rule and brought a female in their midst.

So he put on some money to get to know the mysterious girl.

Stella Yamada. The new student from Rhode Island. The offspring of two brilliant minds. Lead guitarist of a band named Lemonade Mouth. A rebel. A revolutionary. His money also got him the information of the rivalry between the Lemonade Mouth and Mudslide Crush and to his amusement, the spitting episode.

That gave him the idea that Ray Beech wasn't as cold hearted as he seems to portray himself, case in point, Stella Yamada is still standing untouched after the spitting episode. That kind of assault to the arrogant midfielder and now the team captain to Mesa High's soccer team would warrant death immediately.

Their coffee dates just cemented his idea that Beech just didn't acquire a heart but a heart who might be smitten to a member of a rival of his band.

Ace didn't keep the grin that crawls in his face at the thought.

Ray Beech is going down on his high horse.

"Not much of a looker, is she?" Jack who was perched precariously on his seat motioned on the table where a group of five friends were seated, apparently the members of Lemonade Mouth sans Scott Pickett.

Jack was right. The girl wasn't as pretty as that Indian gal or cute as the blonde girl sitting beside the ginger, makes you wonder what got Beech so taken with her. Maybe he was forgoing beauty now and chased after intelligent gals, but he was informed that the girl was a kind of an anomaly to her family full of geniuses. Hmmm, maybe she was a great lay. He let his gaze roamed over the girl's petit form. She had her own on beauty though, but her looks won't get anybody's head turn, that he was sure.

And girls like her didn't have boys falling at their feet, and Ace would use that to his advantage. His grin turns maniacal when he imagines what Beech would feel when he managed to snatch his girl under his nose.

He stood up in chair and sauntered in his target's table.

"Well, well, well." All he can see was her fringe and the top of her nose. "So this is the famous wildcat of Mesa High, Stella Yamada."

Ace was expecting blushes or stammering. Some swooning also, for when it comes to looks he was blessedly gifted and was used to stuttering breathless girls waiting for him to notice them. He wasn't expecting the glare that the girl gives him, or her explosive eyes.

"Remove your hands." Hmm, perfected the glaring technique ha? Girl feisty it seems.

He can hear the snickers his teammates are making. It irritates the girl more.

Her ginger friend said something but Ace didn't pay any attention to him, he was here on purpose, on a mission, and grabs the girl to kiss her.

She tasted just like the way she carried herself, fiery and explosive. Ace leaned on closer to get more of her taste when a sudden pain shot through his lips.

Startled, he leaned away from her and cursed loudly.

"Just because nobody wants to kiss a prat like you doesn't mean you can just go and steal it from others." She hissed.

"Told you so, she's a wildcat that one."

The girl struggled from his grasp and when she managed to get away from him, she was flanked immediately by her group of friends.

Ace fought to control his anger; it is not beneficial to his plan if he'll explode, agendas, agendas. He was just about to open his mouth to tell the girl to stop her façade of being a hard to get when he was stopped by a voice, a very familiar voice. A voice he loathed the most since he heard it two years ago, mocking him, taunting him in the field that resulted of the third red card their team got that cursed day.

"Got lost your pea brain in a sewer Wilder and forgot whose territory you're on now?"

Ace ignored the taunt and schooled his face to feature a leer, just managing not to flinch from the pain his lips is making. Perfect timing or not so perfect judging from his look, Beech hadn't seen the kiss.

"Ah! Pardon for my intrusion, Ray." He drawled slowly, letting obsidian clashed with Pacific blue, before widening his grin and shifting his eyes from the blond male to the half Asian in his side. "I was just admiring the new view."

Bingo!

Beech anger was clear now, his clenching jaw told as much.

He leered at the people in front of him, knowing that they couldn't touch him without a bad repercussion. "Don't worry. We'll be out of your hair now."

Not waiting for a response, he walked past Mesa High soccer players and let his teammates crowded him once more before he look back and delivered the last blow.

"By the way Stella." He drawled slowly, making a show of licking his lips. "You tasted really good."

Ace:1, Beech:0

Ace anticipated the punch that he knew was coming. He was bracing himself from the pain that was sure to come. And it did, painfully so. But what he didn't expect was who had delivered it in his face. He didn't know a girl could pack a mean left hook like that.

He nursed his aching jaw and glared daggers at the girl who was held by the guys from her band, it seems the girl wasn't satisfied with her one punch.

But the one that irked him the most was that Ray Beech's look of anger had morphed into a proud and smug grin. The scores were even now.

TBC

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He swallows heavily, watching whitening knuckles in his hand that were gripping the steering wheel tightly. Maybe he's okay with ripping the band aid off, but he didn't say it wouldn't hurt like hell.