Operation: No Quarter-Back [ON HOLD :/ ]

Who says that the head cheerleader has to date the quarterback?
Well I'm not following it.
That's why I'm breaking de trend nd going out with any guy. Any guy but the quarterback.
Any guy but Ian Rodgers.
Navigate with Skylar Khrest as she tries desperately to avoid Ian.
Then new guy, or so she thinks, Zac DeJavier, comes along and things might just get better.
Or a lot worser.
READ PLZZ ND U WON'T REGRET IT :)
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7. Not A Jerk???

 

My mouth was still wide open as I screamed my head off. My face must’ve resembled the face of someone that had just seen a ghost, wide in horror.

Suddenly I felt something strong holding me. An arm was wrapped around my waist as I felt the hard lines of someone’s body pressed against me.

Finally opening my eyes, I looked up to stare at my saviour. Pair of grey eyes was staring back at me, wide open in worry. Brows bent over his eyes making him more mysterious. Zac’s strong, firm arms were holding me tightly.

I took a deep breath in relief. He didn’t even smell like he’d just been undergoing a brutal training session for the past hour. He smelt like fresh musky pine trees mixed with a tinge of strawberry and soap. His hair was messy, yet in a sexy way.

“Um…Zac bro,” a voice said from near us, “You gonna let her go or not.”

A flurry of laughter erupted as I looked around us. There was a crowd of people surrounding us. The person who had spoken was none other than Ian, a wave of amusement on his face as his eyes wandered onto Zac’s arms wrapped around me.

I felt a rush of heat towards my face.

“Uh…oh sorry,” Zac said, his face as red as a tomato but he still maintained an amused smirk.

What were these guys, the smirking crew? Always having that amused smirks on their faces, they reminded of Joker, the villain from Batman.

I felt Zac’s arm release me as he retrieved it and set me on my feet.

“Oh,” I muttered, blushing.

“Are you okay?” he asked as he met my gaze, a set of dimples on his face.

“Uh, yeah. Thanks,” I replied as I pulled my eyes away from his gaze, I turned to the squad.

“Kelly,” I called out to the blonde that was standing ten feet away, her eyes glued onto the ground, “I don’t want that to happen again, Okay?”

She didn’t reply or meet my gaze as she nodded her head slightly.

“Ever,” I continued, ignoring the many gazes that I felt burning a hole into me, “Another muddle like that and you’re off the squad. You nearly cost me an arm.”

“Sorry Skylar,” her feeble voice said out so low, that I had to strain my ears to here her. She brushed a stray strand of her blonde hair out of her face.

“Let’s get back to work guys,” Ian shouted out to his team, “Show’s over. Games tomorrow and we definitely need some more throws before we call it a day.”

I felt the heat in my face deepen as I glared at him.

He was still the same unsympathetic jerk that he was.

 

         v         v       v

 

The game started at seven at Iyllar High. The stands was full of supporters for both teams yet it was very clear that the home team dominated. There was an abundance of black and red.

The Baxter colours of blue and white was hardly seen in the sea of black and red.

The whole town had definitely come to support the team. My parents were already sitting on the bleachers and to my utter dismay chatting idly with Mr. and Mrs. Rodgers who was sitting beside them.

I cringed as I stared at the Rodgers. They were definitely unlucky to have Ian as their son. Sitting next to Mrs. Rodgers was Ian’s younger sister, a pretty blonde of about six or seven.

As the home team entered, there was an abrupt rise in cheers from the stands. Ian’s small sister stood up and held out a sign that read: ‘GO IAN GO! YOU’RE THE BEST BIG BROTHER!’

If only she knew how annoying and not the best her brother really was.

 

         v         v       v

 

The Beavers were lagging behind by 5 points as the clock ticked down. All they needed was two touchdowns then they would win.

Silence and tension dawned on the stadium as the Beavers quarterback started up the field, avoiding the tackle from Drew by jumping over him. He ran as fast as ever, as he beared down on the line. No one else was close enough to stop him. In the end, Jerry Dickson, the Beavers quarterback scored a touchdown, and then the linebacker scored another one for the Beavers.

That left the scoreboards reading: B: 26-24: P

Silence dawned on the Iyllar supporters while the Beavers erupted in full out applause and hoorays. That seemed to rub salt in the wounds of the Panthers.

In the end, Ian threw a wide receiver to Drew, who then ran it down for a touchdown. The supporters erupted into an abrupt standing ovation as the scoreboard changed to read: B: 26-28: P

Cheers came from everywhere as Drew jumped up and sat down on the ground then clapped both his hands together with his fingers curved in. I later learnt it to be something traditional to his culture called the ‘obo’ or was it ‘cobo’?

“Hey Blake,” Lisha said as the players passed by us for the locker room. Lisha was smiling incredulously, “Great game,” she added.

“Lishaaa,” he dragged her name, smiling like an idiot, “hey. Thanks.”

“Uh-huh,” she mumbled, “So going to the after party?”

Blake nodded as he wrapped and arm around her shoulders.

“Going with anyone?”

“Nah,” he said, as he looked down, glumly, “Wanna go with me?” his expression brightened.

“YYYeesss,” she shrieked out so loudly that I had to cover my ears.

“Great,” he said as he headed for the changing room, “Wait for me?”

Lisha nodded as she muttered under her breath, “Always.”

I cringed at the sight of my friend acting like a foolish lovesick girl.

 

         v         v        v

 

“You coming with us?” Lisha asked hopefully as she stared at me.

“Nah,” I muttered as I grabbed my Chanel bag, “I need a rest and besides, it’s gonna be the same old thing. Same rager. Same old hook ups. Same drunken teens.”

“C’mon Sky,” Gianna said as she playfully smacked my arm, “Don’t be like that. It’s gonna be fun and we need to loosen up. You need to loosen up.”

“If you won’t go, then I won’t,” Lisha added, looking determined.

“No, you have to go,” I said, “Blake’s waiting for you.”

“Well, then, at least come for an hour.”

“No.”

“Please. One hour.”

“I don’t even wanna be in the same room with Ian for a millisecond,” I snapped, “Do you think I’ll be able to survive an hour?”

“Don’t be dramatic Sky,” Gianna exclaimed, “An hour with Ian won’t kill you.”

“For us please,” Lisha echoed her agreement.

“No,” I said.

“Please!!!”

I shook my head, determined to not let me do something I didn’t want to do.

“Pleaseee.”

“Come on Gee, Lee. Don’t do this,” I begged.

“Pretty please,” Gianna pleaded.

“Okay,” I snapped, “Fine. I’ll go. But only for thirty minutes.”

“What happened to an hour?” Lisha asked.

“Be glad it’s even for a second,” I stated.

“But pl---,” she started but Gianna placed a hand on her lips.

“Thanks Sky,” Gianna said.

“Good.”

“You won’t regret it,” she added.

Somehow, I didn’t believe her. Not at all…  

 

         v         v       v

 

The party was held at Drew’s house, courtesy of his winning run.

Drew’s house wasn’t as big as Ian’s but it was still a whole load bigger than mine.

I drove there with Gianna, while Lisha to my prediction and disappointment had opted to come with Blake.

Drew’s house was as black as the night with a huge parking space that was already half full.

I had found out that Ian, Drew and Blake’s families were all loaded with cash. My family wasn’t poor but wasn’t as rich as theirs.

As I pulled up next to a black Volvo, Gianna was literally jumping for joy in her seat. She couldn’t wait to jump out and start dancing to JLo’s ‘Dance Again’.

She tugged on my arm hastily, nearly ripping it off in the process as I tried to lock the doors to my M3.

“Hey, that hurt,” I shrieked, “Hold on, ‘Kay? We’ll get there soon.”

“Soon is not fast enough,” she snapped, “Hurry. I can’t wait to meet my future in-laws.”

“Geez. Calm down girl.” I dug my heels into the dirt, trying to slow us down, as she literally dragged me off.

Music was already blasting from the speakers. Students were everywhere. Dancing to the music and chatting idly.

In the sea of teenagers, two adults were situated near the entrance. They resembled Drew so much.

“Bula,” the woman said as she smile widely at us, entering the house.

“Uh… hey,” Gee and I simultaneously replied. Gianna’s voice was so excited.

“We’re Drew’s parents,” the man said as Gianna grabbed them both into a hug.

To their credit, they didn’t look weirded out. Must’ve been part of their culture to be friendly.

“Uh…Thanks,” Drew’s mom said as I pulled Gianna off her.

“We’re gonna go look for Drew now.

“Enjoy yourselves,” Drew’s dad muttered as an afterthought.

Gianna’s face told me that she was over the moon excited.

The room we had just entered was like a den. There was a table filled with drinks assorted snacks to the side where a couple of teens were stuffing their faces. A shelf was by the fireplace, lined with books ranging from James Patterson to Sidney Sheldon. In a room nearby was a large screen with game consoles where some teens were busy blasting aliens. There was also a billiard table in the centre of that room.

 “Geez, girl. Relax,” I whispered to her as she headed for the football team, where Drew was standing wearing a pair of black denim washed jeans and a blue UCLA shirt.

I hung back, trying to avoid having to go there any time soon.

To my intense dislike, Lisha spotted me and called me over. I pretended to be hard of hearing.

“Sky,” she continued on, not giving up, “Over here.”

“Sky,” Gianna added, shouting over the music.

Everyone in the room starting to stare at me.

Clark Nicholson, a footballer next to me turned around, stared at me, seemed to catch the gist of what I was trying to do and smiled a sexy smile.

“Hey Sky,” he said, as I looked at him, “Your buds are calling for you.”

I stared at Lisha and Gianna, looking so innocent. But, of course, they knew very well what I had been trying to do.

“Thanks a lot Nicholson,” I snapped at him as I dawdled over to my friends.

I forced on a smile as I neared them.

“Oh, hey guys,” I muttered innocently, “Sorry, couldn’t hear you over the music.”

“Lasu,” Drew muttered under his breath.

“Dinah,” Ian added.

“It’s alright Sky,” Lisha said as she pulled me into one of her bone crushing hugs.

“Why are you hanging out with them?” I asked as I curtly nodded towards the guys like they annoying insects and quickly adding, “No offence.”

“None taken, devoro,” Ian said, smiling as I gritted my teeth, resisting the urge to punch him in the face.

“It’s tevoro, genius,” Drew said laughing as he smacked Ian in the head.

“Whatever,” Ian said.

 “Umm… I’m not even gonna ask what you said,” I muttered, glaring at both of them.

“Hey Sky,” Zac said suddenly, drawing attention to him, as he smiled, flashing his dimples at me, “You look nice.”

“Uh…thanks,” I muttered, caught off guard.

“Wanna dance?”

“Nah. I’m good.”

“Burn dude,” Ian muttered as he smacked Zac’s hand.

Zac didn’t bother to reply to Ian’s idiocy.

“Why not?” he asked, looking intently at me.

“Didn’t Blake tell you?” I asked.

“Uh…no.”

“Ok. Well, I don’t date anyone associated with HIM,” I spit out the word ‘him’.

Ian stared at me dumbfounded like he really had no idea why I was acting like this.

“Why?”

“Ask Him,” I replied, turning and walked off.

 

        v         v        v

 

ARRGGGHHH!!! Sunday. The day I hated most of all.

Sunshine was streaming in through the gaps in the curtain. My head was aching. It felt like someone had been repeatedly hitting me with a sledge hammer for hours.

Getting off my bed, I headed to the bathroom to freshen up. My brown hair was messed up, hanging off in different directions. After trying desperately to salvage any beauty that I could, I headed downstairs.

“Mom,” I called out as I saw her sitting by the kitchen counter, her back towards me, “I’m headed off for a run. ‘Kay?”

She was already dressed in a pair of jeans and a floral red top. Her brown hair was immaculately kept and tamed unlike mine. Her green eyes sparkled when she smiled, lighting up her face.

“Of course, darling,” she muttered, “Enjoy and be careful.”

“Always am,” I said as I gave her a hug. “Be back in an hour.”

“’Kay,” she muttered as I rushed out of the house.

I stretched out on the lawn as I thought of where to run to. After endless thoughts, I headed for school.

I felt invigorated as I ran. My body relaxed as the fresh morning breeze hit me. A smile, like always, spread across my face. My feet never faltered in their sure steps as I headed towards school.

Twenty minutes later, I arrived at Iyllar High. The school was empty as it was Sunday. The silenced was unusual. Iyllar High was never silent. Even when classes began, it was never this silent.

I headed towards the ground to run the tracks. It was empty as I had expected. Taking a swig from the water bottle in my hand, I ran the tracks.

After the second round, I tried to work on the new routine the squad had been working on. Initially I did some stretches, splits then landed a flip. I heard a strange sound behind me.

Turning around I saw Zac standing there, clapping.

I burned with anger as I stared at him. Deciding to act like he never got to me, I turned around and took another drink.

“Hey Sky,” he said from behind me.

“Zac,” I acknowledged, trying to sound calm, even though my heart was beating furiously fast.

“Fancy running into you here, eh?”

“Yeah. Weird. What are you doing here?”

“Guess I had the same thought as you. Came to hit the tracks.”

“Oh,” I muttered dumbly. He’s not following you, you idiot, I thought to myself. He needed the tracks not you.

“So about yesterday…” he muttered.

“What about it?”

“Uh… I talked to Ian.”

“Oh.”

“You know,” Zac paused, “he was a real jerk for saying that.”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded, “What exactly was that again?”

“You know… about you not having it.”

My face heated up again.

“Oh, I muttered, as if I’d just remembered it, “That was a long time ago. No worries.”

“Yea, but it was still a jerky thing to say. You’re an awesome girl,” he said as he stared at me, hoping I’d see he was telling the truth.

“Uh… thanks I guess. Um... sorry for being an ass lately,” I mumbled, giving him a smile, “It’s just I thought you’d be like Ian.”

“Nah, don’t mention it,” he paused, “or you can make it up to me by letting me buy you a cup of coffee.”

“Uh….just a cup of coffee?”

“And a bagel or croissant if you want one,” he added.

I laughed at that.

“Sure,” I said, smiling at him genuinely.

“Great. Wanna go now?”

“Just after another round,” I said.

A competitive smile appeared on his face.

“Race ya?”

“Bring it on, pretty boy,” I muttered as I started running.

“Hey. No fair.”

I ignored his whims but kept running, laughing care freely. 

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