It's a Love-Hate relationship

CHAPTER 4: Stop laughing. It's turning me on

"Nope. Hunger games for sure."

"Shut up. We all know Titanic rocks the world."

"It sucks. Full romance. Only one word for it. Cringe." I laugh and give Austin a high five while Maddie, on the other hand, frowns.

"You're a boy, Summer. Clearly, you'll support Austin on this one. He has the worst choice on everything." Maddie says as she twists her fork on the pasta.

"Obviously, you're my twin," Austin says and again laughs like a maniac, in which I join him.

"This isn't fair. You guys always gang up on me." Maddie says as she pouts and crosses her arms over her chest.

"Suck it up, Mad hatter. You're too girly for us." Austin says in a bored tone as he starts texting someone.

"Don't call me that, asshole!" Maddie says as she hits Austin on the head.

"Oh! The girl swears. Easy there, kitty cat. No need to bring out your claws." Austin adds on like he was talking to his pet.

These two and their daily melodrama.

Maddie was my best friend and having Austin around due to that was an advantage for me. The guy was basically what you would call an annoying twin. But ganging up on Madison with him was something totally different.

"Austin, you expecting your girl? I see your eyes haven't left the canteen door ever since you stepped in." I say as I sip on my blue Gatorade.

Living in a house full of athletic boys would make you adapt to their living style which included their diets. Plus, that's literally the only drink you would find in our house.

"Austin with a girl? Pshh. The day pigs fly." Maddie rolls her eyes. A point for her. Technically, she was right seeing how Austin was a football jock and that meant him eyeing all the girls of our school.

The day I met him, I almost ripped his hair off when he tried flirting with me.

He now knows which girl to not mess with.

"I know you love me single, Summer, I'm not waiting for any girl. Just waiting for the boys."

"Say that one more time and I'll shove that plate down your throat." I glare at him, enough to make anyone weak to pee his pants.

"Fine, my wild cat. But seriously speaking, we need to have our meeting like now." Austin says as he takes a look at his watch.

"What meeting?"

"Soccer. We are having our tryouts next week. So some discussions and things going down... all that shit." Austin says as he packs up his things and throws his empty water bottle in the bin.

"I got to go, guys. My class starts in like 5 minutes." Maddie says and stands up, packing her bag and waving us goodbye.

5 freaking minutes. I wouldn't even be in class before 2 minutes.

"So tryouts huh?" I ask Austin.

"Yes, tryouts. Why do you ask? Wanna join?" He jokingly asks but he actually doesn't know that I'm planning on it.

"Yeah. I would love to."

"Nice joke. I know you think you're a guy but...sorry Summer. You aren't." he shrugs giving me a fake apologetic look.

"I'm serious. I want to join your team."

"What... no, you're kidding... right?" he asks with an incredulous look on his face.

Are you kidding me right now?

I start laughing crazily at his expressions and reaction while he scrunches his eyebrows looking at me like I just grew three heads.

"Stop laughing. It's turning me on." At this, I immediately stop laughing and give him a deadpan look.

"One, thank God you are alive right now to listen to me. Two, don't be fucking sexist."

"I'm not sexist. I'm sexy." He smirks and throws a wink at me.

"Okay look. You aren't sexy and even if you were, I wouldn't have an interest in you. Now shut the fuck up and tell me when exactly the tryouts are."

"Summer, you hurt me. Anyways, going past that, tryouts are next week Thursday and NOT APPLICABLE TO GIRLS." He emphasizes on the last part and I feel like punching him.

"Oh please-

"Nuh uh. Don't give me that feminist bullshit. No. Look, even if you want to play soccer, the coach wouldn't allow you to." Austin says as he finally looks at the door and sighs.

"Ah. Here they are. Catch you later, Summer." With that, he walks away.

Like we were not in the middle of a conversation.

I hastily walk away not wanting any of those boys to pick on me. Or even talk to me for that matter.

Soccer Suckers, everyone.

Now, you've already seen and unfortunately met Blake. Some crazy dude, he is. Though we were friends ever since elementary school.

Then Austin as well. Maddie's twin. A bloody egoistic jerk he was. A great flirt and unfortunately I was his guinea pig.

Idiot.

Now, these 4 boys who just walked in. Soccer Suckers, as I call them.

Number 4, meet Shawn Kingston. Aaron's best friend.

You can imagine what they do together and why they are best friends.

Third one is Zander Michaelson. He definitely had the looks – imagine me saying that – and was adored by everyone. Even teachers no matter how gross that was. The thing is he was plain dumb.

A dumb fuck.

You have no idea what things go on his empty head. No honestly, who cares about why a star-table doesn't exist? Now you can imagine the level of his dumbness.

Next up, Noel Rousseau. He was some French guy – so he was definitely popular among the girls – who was an amazing player and had some crazy dribbling skills. Damn no one knows how much I observe him on the field while he plays.

Okay, that sounded really creepy. But I'm not like crazy Veronica who practically undresses these 4 boys with her eyes. He wasn't like the rest who ran after girls as if their life depended on it. I had talked to him a few times – especially in French class. He helped me a lot in French – I sucked at it – and we were always partners in a project where basically all I did was blank out while he did all the work.

Some nice guy he is. I know he shouldn't be a part of Soccer Suckers but he was still their friend so... you get my point.

Now, before I fall down or bump somewhere, topping the list is Caleb Anderson.

Phew.

Some shit-ass hot guy in our school. He got the hair, the looks, I don't really know about his grades though. I'm sure he was dumb as fuck.

And let me not forget he is Veronica's boyfriend.

That is enough for me to judge him as a mentally unstable knob head.

For one, I never had a conversation and I wasn't interested in it. I mean come on, supposedly say I do have one tiny conversation with Caleb, Veronica would hunt me down, cut me into several pieces and ship me off to Siberia.

Sorry, I do value my life.

I walk out of the canteen towards my class as I take a last look at the Soccer Suckers sitting and laughing like maniacs. Somehow and I don't even know how I feel someone's gaze burning holes in my back as I turn and walk out.

Talk about the sixth sense, bitches. 

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Ohhh! Here are the boys... finally feels like the story is going somewhere. 

Hunger games or Titanic?

Adios!