and yet so right.
i'm use to sitting my butt on these cold metal bleachers and cheering for a sport i don't totally understand. so use to it. but this time, it's just not the same.
not because we're kicking ass - that's really normal, actually - or because i'm sitting away from my normal group of friends, although that does have something to do with it. but it's for a reason not soccer-related.
because, you see, i've kinda fallen for my ex-best friends, current best friends boyfriend.
i'm so going to burn in hell for this.
well, i didn't mean for it to happen. not at all. i was perfectly fine being in love with my boyfriend, even though we fought and made up all the time. i never even noticed him before! but the more i was around him - at the parties, at the soccer games, at school - i started to, well, notice him. it was just the little things though, like the way he made me laugh harder than even massie or cam could, or the way i just kind of bubbled over with happiness when he was around, goofing off and such.
but i mean, he was massie's ex-, dylan's current, and totally off-limits.
is that why i want him so badly?
5, 4, 3, 2, 1, buzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
finally.
all the fans - minus my current ex- best friends - all rush down onto the field, and i glance at my new friends before running down the cold metal to join them.
'hey babe!' cam shouts at me.
'hey,' i say, glancing around the field with guilt. why? he and i haven't even done anything!
'did you see the way i stopped the one kid from going to goal? i mean, i just-' cam keeps talking, but i'm not listening anymore. my phone seems more important at the moment.
unknown number: meet me under the bleachers.
'honey? are you listening?' cam asks me, even though i'm looking at the bleachers with curiosity.
'yeah, but massie just sent me a text that i need to go meet her in the girls bathroom. do you mind?' i lie.
'not at all. see you soon,' cam kisses my cheek, and i just turn away and practically run to the bleachers before the guilt can get any bigger.
'hello?' i call, stepping around metal poles and rocks.
'shh!' a voice says from ahead, and i know exactly who it belongs to.
'oh. hey.' i say, stepping up to him. now were only inches away.
'hey claire.' he says, looking down at me.
'derrick.' i say, looking into his caramel eyes. i know that massie has called them puppy-like, but i think they're more like precious stones, ones that you see and never want to forget.
'i think we need to talk.' he looks away from me for a second before starring back down.
'yeah,' i whisper, stepping a tad closer. he's just that irresistible. before i can even get a word out, or even understand what's happening, his lips come crashing down onto mine, and i don't want to pull away. this is like nothing i've ever felt before.
it's so wrong.
and yet so right.
awhhh! so what did you think of that clairington? i'm not personally too into that pairing, but they can be good, sometimes. oh, and this one goes out to blahblah4.
and did i mention all my GREAT reviewers last time? because they are TOTALLY AWESOMTASTICAL! :)
oh, and by the way, this is off the current clique book, 'these boots are made for stalking'. did you read it? you didn't?
good. don't. it's really stuipd. fanfiction is wayy better. :D
review please!
xoxo, join. me. in. the. thunder
