Chapter 8 A reminder
Logan pov
Practice was the same as usual running drills, getting yelled at by Coach, and trying not to die under the sun. But my head wasn’t in the game. no matter how hard I tried to concentrate on the practice I couldn't. my mind was not here at all.
It was on her.
Ava.
Ava Sinclair
I hadn’t expected to actually enjoy spending time with her. The tutoring bullshit that was me. I begged the professor to get Ava to tutor me history because I didn't know shit about history, but the truth is I know history it's just it's not my favorite subject.
She was just supposed to be some nerdy tutor, a means to an end. But now? Now, she was staying at my place, sitting with my friends, getting under my damn skin. and me ? I was enjoying all of that, probably more than I could admit.
The accidental kiss from last night wasn’t helping either. That was our second kiss. The first time we kissed was at the party, I wanted to show my friends that I was capable of getting her in my bed but I didn't know the bet will turn it's back to me , and now I'm fucked!.
The kiss–I should’ve pulled away first. Should’ve laughed it off, made a joke, anything to stop this weird tension from settling in my chest. But I didn’t. Because for those few seconds, it didn’t feel like a joke.
It felt real.
And that? That was a problem.
“Yo, Carter, wake the hell up! what the fuck are you dreaming in practice?". Coach’s voice snapped me out of it.
Fuck! I should get a grip, if Aaron found about this it won't end well at all.
I shook off the thoughts, running the next play without thinking, bulldozing past the defenders. My body was on autopilot, but my brain? It was stuck in that damn apartment with Ava. I wondered if she already left or what?
After practice, I grabbed my stuff and headed out. The guys were already in the locker room, running their mouths as usual. I just wanted to sneak out and go spend time with her.
Aaron smirked. “So, how’s our little bet going? You did not forget it did you?”
I stiffened. Why is Aaron so damn persistent about this? I wanted to snap at him but that would make me suspicious so I just forced a grin. “Smooth sailing.”
Devin chuckled. “Think you can get nerd girl in bed before midterms?”
Tristan, who had been quiet the whole time, shot me a look. A warning. The truth is Tristan is a respectable guy he isn't like any of us but he tolerate me with my nonsense because we've been best friends since toddlers. Our families have always been close. My dad and his dad do business together.
I ignored it. “I’ll win. No doubt, it isn't that difficult getting her in my bed, she is just playing hard to get”.
The guys laughed, slapping me on the back as I shoved my gear into my bag.
But something about the whole thing didn’t sit right anymore. If Ava were to find out,I don't know what will happen.
Because suddenly, Ava wasn’t just a game.
And I wasn’t sure if that made me excited… or absolutely terrified. I've never been so infuriated by a girl this much before. I've changed girls like clothes during my time in uni,but there's something about her that keeps making me feel drawn to her.