I so wanna go to the front of the group and talk to him. I so wanna ask him about things.
But Iwon’t.
I absolutely will not.
Because over the weekend, I’ve promised myself something.
Just because he’s at St. Mary’s now where I’ll have to see him all the time, in the hallways, and on school grounds, the soccerfield, doesn’t mean that I get to bother him. That I get to let myself loose and do… wrong things.
Especially now.
When he’s just broken up with my sister. When he’s just coming out of an eight-year-old relationship. He doesn’t need an overeager little sister to barge into his life and ask him questions like I did at the bar.
So I’m going to do what I’ve always done, keep him safe from my witchy ways.
“Can you teach me how to head the ball?” someone asks, breaking my thoughts.
Just like earlier, before Arrow can answer, someone else is ready with another question and it simply snowballs from there.
“I read somewhere that Real Madrid has been eyeing you. Will you be traded to play in the European League next season?”
“Have you met Messi? What about Beckham?”
“Yes! Have you met Ronaldo?”
“How much do you bench-press?”
“Can you bench-press me?”
This generates a lot of laughter until someone asks, “Do you have a girlfriend?”
At this, I stiffen.
My eyes go wide and my lips part as I once again watch anger move from his cheekbones to his shoulders. A shadowed look passes through his eyes and I remember my sister’s words.
He was upset…
My witchy heart starts to pound and pound as his anger reaches his teeth and he clenches them once before throwing out a smile.
A practiced half-smile that I’ve seen so many times on TV.
“Soccer takes up most of my time right now,” he replies, giving his standard answer. “So I’m not looking for a relationship.”
Yeah, that’s what he usually says.
Soccer is my life right now.
OrI’d rather not talk about my personal life but I’m happy to talk about the game.
He’s always kept his love life under wraps.
Mostly because soccer reallyishis main focus and he wants to be known for only his game and nothing else. And secondly, because when Arrow joined the league, Sarah was still in college and he wanted to protect her from all the gossip and paparazzi.
See? It’s so,sohard not to love him.
Why does he have to be so good and dependable and so fucking protective?
I’ve never seen anyone like that in my entire life.
