I shiver glancing up at the sky. It’s quite cold today, and by the looks of it, it’s going to rain soon… I hope the game is over before it does.
Twenty minutes later,the game is over, and Theo’s team lost. I laugh internally as I clap happily for Holden and his team. He catches my eye and grins just as the rain comes crashing down, soaking us all.
The crowd shrieks, but I ignore them, blowing Holden a kiss and mouthing ‘well done’ before my eyes flit back to the Westwood, who has removed his shirt, not caring at all about the rain.
“Oh my Goddess!” someone squeals behind me as a few of the other players remove their shirts. This is why the female population comes here, to see these boys shirtless.
At least Jayce doesn’t do that. A little respect, I guess. Although his division member, Allison, is here. Oh, I hate that girl.
Whistles and shrieks get louder, and I roll my eyes. Deciding it is time to get closer, I keep my eyes on the shirtless Westwood, who I spot glancing up at the stands and smirking slyly as he tries to slink away, not knowing I’m coming.
Oh, you asshole.
I keep an eye on the changing rooms that he’s disappeared into. Unfortunately for him, the other door is not going to open, so he’s going to have to come out this way.
The crowd has dispersed quickly today due to the rain. I skim across the players, catching sight of Holden. Although I spot him searching for me, he won’t find me. I’ve used a concealment spell to hide myself.
Sorry, Holden. I’ll make it up to you later.
Three minutes later, I spot Theo reappear, a deep frown on his face. He’s changed into a pair of black pants, boots and a shirt with a leather jacket on top. He heads in the opposite direction to where the rest went.
I follow him quietly, and after a while, I realise he’s leading me towards the outdoor pool. It’s used all year round; there’s a spell over it, and it stops it from getting dirt and debris into it. Pretty convenient, considering how bad the weather gets at this time of year.
I’ve used it for some of my training sessions, too, but due to it being enclosed by some trees, a lot of students end up using it as a place to break rules or hook up. So, I tend to avoid it.
He pauses when he enters the enclosed area and drops onto the bench, stretching out his long legs and resting one arm on the back of the bench. Taking out a cigarette, he puts it between his lips before reaching for a lighter, flicking it on to light it.
“You can come out, Freakalondie. I know you’re stalking me.”
Refusing to Back Down
Heaven
He sounds bored or maybe tired? I’m not sure.
There’s something else in his cigarette; the smell is making me dizzy.
I break the spell and cross my arms, glaring at him.
“That’s a dumb name for starters, and I’m not stalking you. I need you to push Hades.”
“Great, first I’m already going to duel with one god, now you want me to piss off another?”
Ok, he has a point, but whatever.
I roll my eyes. “Don’t be so dramatic; time is running out. Tomorrow is a day that is very important to witches, a day that we are stronger than ever-”
“Yeah, and?” He blows out a skull-shaped puff of smoke, and I narrow my eyes as it engulfs me. My vision blurs, and he grins.
“Is that a drug?” I ask in distaste, narrowing my eyes as I step back.
“You’re the know-it-all, Blondie, you tell me.”
Blondie is better than Freak-a-blondie or whatever he called me.
I step back again, and he simply smirks as he inhales a puff of smoke again.
“Stop it.” I frown, stepping further away. “Try talking to Hades. Every day passing is-”
