I try my best not to waver my eyes towards my right, so I can see Juliette, but I feel like I'm fighting every inch of my being.
“No way! That was a three second violation!” Juliette hollers out almost screaming at the referee.
This time I have to look at her, which I do. She's heated, her face red and her hair dishevelled. It's so sexy, so incredibly attractive, but adorable at the same time.
“I take it you like basketball?” I ask, amused and she doesn't even take her eyes off the game.
“I'm a cheerleader, I like pretty much every sport,” she retorts in an obvious tone, then adds. “Victoria is pretty good.”
I don't think she's ever been to one of our school basketball games, but clearly, she's elated by the look on her face.
“She's amazing,” I correct her, proudly watching as my best friend works her magic.
I don't know a single thing about basketball; all I really know is that scoring is a good thing and anytime Victoria has the ball, it's my job to cheer for her.
I keep sneaking glances towards Juliette and every time I do, I feel my heart dropping. Why does she look so pretty today? I mean, she's always beautiful, but lately every time I look at her, it's like she's…glowing?
It feels like pure agony sitting next to her, knowing that I can't touch her. I've been so used to free reign because of how much I've been at her home and she's been at mine.
I feel my hands itching and burning like acid is being poured down my back. My fingers are playing with the sides of my chair because if I spot, I'll reach out to her.
She's my forbidden temptation, because I hate her so terribly, but I want nothing more than to touch her right now; to feel her soft skin underneath my finger tips and have her writhe under me like she did the other day.
I've never wanted to touch anyone more than I want to touch her and it's terrifying and bothering me beyond belief.
“Hey, Adaline.” A chipper voice snaps me out of my tumultuous thoughts and I turn to my left.
It's Alex Smith, the captain of the Lacrosse team and one of my friends, I guess? He's one of the few people at this school who hasn't berated or avoided me because of Juliette, which is why I can never say no to going to his parties.
Seeing him reminds me of how I punched that blonde loser at his party.
“Hey Alex, what's up?” I question, slightly confused as to why he is approaching me during the game.
He holds out a red slushy is in his right hand toward me. “They were selling these outside and I know how much you like—”
“She likes the raspberry one more.” A cruel voice interrupts him and it's Juliette.
I turn to my right and give her a look, telling her to shut her mouth. She has a frown etched onto her face, her eyes narrowed as she rakes her eyes up and down Alex's frame. How does she even know that I like raspberry slushies?
“Actually,I like strawberry too, thanks,” I say, turning back to Alex and taking the slushy.
He is positively blushing, his pale white face turning a shade redder. Alex is quite handsome, with his blonde buzzed hair and hazel eyes and who can forget those adorable glasses.
He scratches the back of his neck then says, “Yeah, listen I was thinking…I have a party coming up in a few weeks, if you want to go as my da—”
“She's not interested, fuck off Alex.” Juliette cuts him off again. At this point, her whole body is turned towards Alex, she isn't even focusing on the match anymore.
“Woah, relax.” He holds his hand up nervously in defence.
I'm about to open my mouth to scold Juliette for being so rude for no reason, but she speaks again in a cold tone. “Don't make me tell you twice.” she warns him, her tone incredibly low.
For some reason, it sends a shudder down my spine and it's making me…wet. I literally have to close my thighs because of her voice. Who can blame me though? Her stern voice is incredibly annoying, but hot at the same time.
“Ignore her, Alex,” I tell him, because he's practically shuddering.
I can feel Juliette's eyes boring into my side, but I don't give her the satisfaction of looking her way.
He sighs. “I'll just talk to you later.” He frowns before walking back down the stands.
