Peach Potters High

8.

Fantabulous!

Oh wow!

Damn!

All these for me?

Hehehe

Today must be lucky day.

"Ohh, just look at that body! Man!"  My lips curl up on their own as I watch boys of PPH run a track race and back, where they are now pouring waters over their sexily bodies.

So gorgeous.

"Hmm, Nah they're not so gorgeous," I snap my head back instantly as I hear the unknown voice from behind me causing me to bump my forehead together with the person.

"Ouch! s**t!" I wince in pain, holding my head. "What the...." I open my eyes to see the one and only captain of the football team.

Issac king.

"Ouch!" he also winces, while dabbing his temple lightly. "What the hell is your skull made of?" He furrows his eyebrows while still wincing.

"Bones, grey matter, white ma.... What are you even doing here?" I can't believe I was even answering that.

"Training Demica." He tells me now removing his hands from his temple, as my eyes travel down his body.

Dang!

His chiseled tanned chest, binging with muscles as they glint their beauty in my eyes, while he is only in a blue shorts.

God of Abraham!

Wow!

I raise my head up to meet a smirking Issac, who definitely caught me as my cheeks reddens up in embarrassment, but no, I won't take the fall alone. "Were you stalking me again Issac?" the way his name slips out of my lips makes me wonder if I have never heard a name that enticing.

"Stalking? Really that's your way out again?" He chuckles softly. "You were just checking me out, and all the boys on the field, stealing perverted glances," he adds the last part as my mouth goes wide.

Oh he didn't!

"p*****t?  Now you're calling me a p*****t again?" I ask in disbelief.

"I didn't say you were a p*****t, I said you're were stealing perverted glances," he repeats again, showing off his odersity.

"Oh my God...oh my goodness..." I run a hand through my hair. "You! Such odersity calling a girl p*****t," I put my hands on my waist.

"Oh and not only that, but a prankster," and if my mouth could go wider, it did.

Oh s**t!

I have totally forgotten about the other day. After Issac caught us, mostly me I blocked his number to prevent him from reaching my number, but still we were caught.

"What...what are you talking about?" I deny.

"Don't even deny it Demica," he says with a smirk. "I've got a whole bunch of guys saying some weirdo lady called them and was accusing them of ordering something they didn't," he chuckles as I continue to look guilty.

"Really... When was this? I had no idea, as you have said, some weirdo lady right?" I pick a guilty smile to him, as I try to walk past him.

"But we both know it's you and probably with your friend," I stop in my tracks, fumbling with my fingers as I think of what next lie to say, but guess what? Nothing, I'm already caught.

"So you want to blackmail me now?" I turn back to him.

"Maybe?" he holds a grin.

"Maybe?" I ask again and he nods. "Okay, spill, what do you want?" I ask trying to seem confident, when in fact I'm scared as hell.

Please don't ask me to hook up with you!

Because I definitely would not do that. I would prefer my name to dragged in the mud than do something with someone that i will later regret and end up hating myself.

Oh Issac king if you dare ask me to sleep with you, I'll kick....

"Come to the game this afternoon," Issac cuts me off my thoughts.

"What?" I didn't even understand what he just said.

"Come and watch the game today, this afternoon," he repeats.

"What game?" I ask dumbfounded.

"There's a game this afternoon, just between the guys of PPH," he explains.

"Oh...okay, and you want me to come?" I ask again.

"Yes I do," he answers with a smile.

"And if I do, you won't blackmail anymore, that's all?" I want to be sure.

"You have my word," Issac promises while I stare at him thinking of my answer.

There's nothing wrong in a game right?

What harm can it do?

"Alright, I'll be there," I tell him, seeing his excitement.

"Okay, I'll see you by two," he says while grinning while I nod my head gently, watching his surprisingly reaction.

Issac begins to leave, but I stay there watching his bare back flexes as his walks.

Oh my ovaries!

"Oh and Demica?" Issac turns unexpectedly, as I turn my back trying to act as though I wasn't just checking his back and a*s out.

Shit!

"Yeah... Yeah?" I ask with a guilty conscience.

"Try not to let them catch you gawking," he gestures towards the field as he send a wink down my way, before finally leaving.

Issac freaking King!!!!

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On Saturday's our activities are to go for sports early in the morning around 6, where we run tracks, excersises, play games and all, which I was in when Issac king caught me staring at some guys.

Yeah more like gawking, as Isaac would put it.

Whatever!

The guys usually train for football and the rest either going for basketball, volleyball where some girls joined in and so many other.

Presently, I sit on the benches watching the guys prep for the match Issac told me about. Alicia and the girls decided not to come, something about having so much to do, but I knew it because neither of them were fans of Issac, definitely because of how they knew him.

And I wonder why I am. Not like I'm his fan, it's just, Issac king isn't all that bad. He's actually funny, respectable and intriguing if I may add. And I won't lie, I want to get to know him better. I believe there is much to Issac king that what meets the eye.

Oh please I'm not in love with him, I merely intrigued.

That's all.

My gaze meets Issac's as he smiles lightly at me, glad that I kept my end of the deal as they continue to prep.

The game starts soon, as Isaac is in a team wearing Red, while the opponent side is wearing blue.

Well who said I couldn't cheer for the opponents side?

Nobody. And it's not part of the deal.

But that is freaking thought, because as soon as the ball lands with Issac, I find myself starting to cheer.

'Liar.'

I'm not denying it!

There are other guys here along with some girls also, so I'm not the only one cheering like a maniac.

The game goes on and on, as the opponents side scores a goal, and I sense it's about to get tougher when Issac's team keep the ball within them, before scoring, and not long after they score another.

I get up, clapping endlessly as Issac's sees me and smiles happily while I return it before going back to seat.

The game comes to an end with Issac's team have two points and the opponent having one point, as everyone applause to them all.

Throughout the game my whole brain was amazed, because it would be a freaking lie if I said Issac kind isn't damn good.

I'm not really a fan of football to be that honest, but I know a good player when I see one, and Issac is one.

I get down from the benches, as I stay by the side watching Issac and his team celebrate, and oh with their shirts off, while I begin to gawk again for the second time today.

Issac notices me, as he begins to walk to me with a huge smile on his lips.

I swear this guy's acts like a child atimes.

"Hey," He chuckles as he reaches me.

"Hey," I say with the same enthusiasm.

"I didn't actually think you'd come,"

"Why?  You didn't actually give me much of a choice," I tell him.

"True, but thank you for coming," he adds, while looking at me with something I don't know.

"Also, I did enjoy the game, so it was worth coming. Really you guys did good," I compliment them.

"Thanks," he says as my eyes travel down his sweaty chest, strangely wanting to touch them.

Get your head straight Demi!

I look up to find Issac staring at me, but not just me, his eyes stays trained on my lips.

"Oh.. um...um.. Can you wait for me, juts for some minutes I'll be back soon,"

"What?..." my body still finding it's way back to normal.

"I'm all sweaty, so if you could stay a bit, let me freshen up, I'll be back before you know it," Issac says with request in his eyes.

"I.. Don't.. Really....um.."

"I'll be back very soon, I promise," he says.

It's not like I'm busy though...

"Okay. I'll be here," I tell him with a smile.

"I'll be right back, I promise," he assures me and I nod before he leaves.

I take my seattl back on the benches, trying to wait for this so called boy.

Why did I even agree to it?.

Sometimes I don't even understand myself.

And what was that back there?

The way his eyes lingered on my lips and the way my gaze stayed glued on his abs.

Oh well, Issac is freaking hot, and then he was shirtless no girl would keep her eyes off.

But is that true or am I only deceiving myself?

I stay longer than expected, as I begin to play with my phone, answering some messages of my friends back at Britain. I get bored with my phone, as my eyes lingers around trying to find Issac and don't see any sign of him, to the extent I begin to take in the beauty of the school.

The field green like a freshly bloomed garden, and spacious that I can decide to sleep there.

I begin to give up, seeing he may not come anymore. I get up from my seat, starting to walk down the benches when I sight Issac coming.

His hair roughly combed, as his hands stays into his pockets of a loose trousers made of crepe material and a body hugging top, revealing all defined abs.

I stay in my tracks, watching as he walks to me majestically.

Oh Issac king.

"Sorry I took long," he says as soon as he reaches me. "I encountered someone," he explains as I just nod my head.

"I'm guessing you were about to leave?" he asks me, but again I nod my head. Issac stays silent, tucking his hands into his pockets as none of us say anything.  "Are you mad at me?"

"What?... No... No.. I..." His question takes me by surprise. "Why would you ask that?" I ask.

"Well, you haven't said anything since I came," he says.

My reason for silence is that, as Isaac was walking closer to me I couldn't help but feel that if we get closer than this, I may start to feel entirely different about him, and seeing as Issac is popular and hot for that matter, girls would be drooling over him.

I know I said I didn't mind heartbreak, but that's when I came in with a mindset of dating random boys and enjoying my school year, but ever since I met Issac I'm seeing my plan changing.

Which I'm not going to let happen.

I came here for two things, which is to get what I came for from the school, and to experience everything fun and wild while at it.

"No... It's not that. I... I.. Just... I kind of received some news that I didn't expect... I'm sorry it's not about you," I practically lie, and I've been lying a lot lately.

Demica!

"Oh.. I'm sorry... Do you need to go?" he asks.

"No... No.. I'll take care of it later. It's fine, don't worry about it," I brush it off with a smile.

"Okay then. So do you wanna seat?

"Yeah sure," I answer as we take our seats.

"So...You haven't really done your part of the deal?" I remind him.

"Which of the deals? Because we've had quite a lot lately," he says and I chuckle lightly.

"Which is entirely your fault,"

"My fault? Really Demica you do know how to play innocent,"

"I am innocent," I give him my puppy eyes.

"Yeah I doubt that," he chuckles.

"Really, I am!" I tell him wondering why he thinks I'm not.

Don't I look innocent?

"Okay tell me why don't you think I'm innocent?" I ask him.

"Well for starters, innocent people don't go around gawking on some else's body, and then you deny most of the things I catch you doing, that's not being innocent," he explains and my mouth goes open.

"Woah! Like you're any better. I'm sure you definitely check out girls as soon as they pass your sight. After all that's how football teams usually are,"  I defend back.

Issac chuckles looking at me in amazement. "Is that what you think of me?" he asks me.

"Well it's what you think of me, so I'm not the guilty one here,"

"My case is different,"

"Oh really how so?" I push him to answer.

"I don't go around checking out ladies without their permission,"

"Oh please, like they ask for permission on such things," I say as he chuckles. "Who knows you probably have checked me out and have rated me," I say in between chuckles as Issac joins in.

"Oh no, I haven't but I can right now," he says with a smirk.

"Didn't you say you need permission, well I don't give you that," I smirk back.

"And didn't you say, one doesn't ask for permission for such things," he gets back at me, as I chuckle. "So I have every right to," he adds.

"No you don't, it's my body,"

"Too late, it's already done," he chuckles, looking at my thighs that is wrapped around a blue jeans.

"Oh my God Issac king, then later on you call me the p*****t," I say to him, while my hands push him slightly as he chuckles.

"As they say, people you hang out with can rub off on you," he says making my mouth open.

"And here I thought I had the smart mouth," I say in amusement. "Well-done student," I tease as he chuckles.

"Coming from you, I'm pretty proud of myself," he speaks making me smile.

We both stay silent for a while, watching the empty field as thoughts begin to fill my head.

"Can I make a confession?" Issac turns to me.

"If it isn't about me, then you can," I say not looking at him.

"Oops then, I guess I gotta keep quiet," he says and I smile a little, not saying anything after that.

A couple of minutes later, I yearn to learn what it is he has say. "Okay Issac king, let's hear it," I turn to him.

"I never thought you were, but you're actually cool," his gaze meets mine, as a smile which I didn't know is slowly growing.

"I know boy, I know I am. I'm the coolest person in the whole world," I tell Issac while patting his shoulder as he burst into laughter.

"You always know what to say, don't you?"

"I guess I do," I say, but deep down my body was filling with excitement due to his compliment.

"Also one more thing," Issac takes my attention again.

"I'm listening," I turn to him.

"Can we be friends?" he holds out a hand to me, as I look at him strangely for a second.

Friends?

I smile genuinely back at him, as I nod my head in acceptance. "Actually... Yes. Yes, we can be friends," I take his hand.

And with that Issac and I became unexpectedly friends, that even a Sharman wouldn't have predicted.