“Okay, this is how it goes,” I said, starting off by explaining the foundations to him. Half way his phone started ringing and I raised an eyebrow.
"Work's calling," I said, a bit annoyed that the ringing cut me off. He shrugged, waving a hand. "So the side ones are only worth one?" he asked. I nodded.
"Aren’t you going to get that?" I was referring to his phone.
He shrugged once again. "They can wait."
"Why don't you just switch it off then?" I asked, pretending to tie my scarf when I was really trying to hide the smile that was taking over my face.
"Then I won't know how many times they called, now will I?" he said, winking and leaning back in his seat. He placed a hand on the back of the chair behind mine and the one next to him. My heart had nearly stopped when he winked. Let me just say that that was the sexiest wink I had ever seen.
Oh god.
I looked away and realised that the people in our stalls were staring at him. I could tell the girls were clearly checking him out and the guys were sizing him up, seeing how their dates or girlfriends were looking at him. But I hoped it was because he looked so out of place in his little fancy business suit surrounded by people wearing their team colours.
"What?" he asked, looking at me. I realised I was glaring and frowning at him.
"You're wearing black and white," I said. He looked down, knotting his eyebrows. "And?" he asked.
"Our team is blue and white," I said, shaking my head and leaning back. I heard him chuckle and saw him shaking his head from the corner of my eye. Great, he looked like another Collinwood supporter.
I felt a tug around my neck and looked down to see my scarf slowly disappear. I looked at him as he pulled it on.
"What do you think you are doing?" I asked, grabbing the end and tugging it back.
"You said I needed blue," he said, pulling it out of my hands.
I bit my lip and shrugged
The game resumed. I yelled at the top of my lungs, shifting my attention as the players came out again. Oh, we are so going to win!
"I can't believe we lost," I groaned, standing up. We were leading by a massive margin and out of nowhere it had dropped.
"This is all your fault," I told him as he smiled, still sitting down.
"Mine?" he asked, pointing to himself.
"Yea. We lost the second you came. Till then we were winning!" I stated. The people sitting in front of us sent me smug stares and I resisted the urge to give them the fingers. It didn’t feel good with them rubbing it in my face.
"Maybe they just suck?"
I turned my attention to Darius. "You did not just say that," I replied, grabbing my bag off the floor. He stood up while buttoning his jacket, seeming all business–like again. "Maybe they had an off match," he said.
"They were doing fine till you came," I said, reminding him.
The crowd always took forever when leaving the bleachers.
"I still can't believe we lost," I said, looking at the other depressed Geelong players. We totally deserved it. I turned to Darius to tell him something but he beat me to it.
"I know, my fault," he said, his face easily cracking into a grin, and he put his hands up in surrender. I nodded. No need to look so smug about it.
Eventually we got out and I started walking to the car park.
"Where are you going?" he asked. I saw him reaching for my hand but he pulled back the last minute. Smart choice. I would have punched him square in the jaw. I was just not in the mood right now.
"Home?"
"The car's this way," he said, pointing toward the car park. I was surprised he even managed to find a spot, especially since he came in late.
"But the driv-"
"I sent him home," he said, shrugging. Swinging my bag over my shoulder, I followed him to the car park. I was actually surprised the guy even knew how to drive. Didn't he have drivers to drive him around?
I saw a group of Collingwood fans walking past us, making sounds and jeering at me.
"Oh shut up, you s-"
I felt a hand around my waist and mouth pulling me back and the guys started laughing. Damn him. I could have totally beat their asses, punched them to pulp. We were up by three goals, which meant eighteen points, and then the evil Darius had come.
I pushed him away and I stormed to the car.
"Please tell me our parents are gone," I said, getting into the passenger seat.
"They're gone," he said, closing the door. My eyes widened and I smiled. Oh my god, how on earth did he get them to leave? The door to the other side opened and I felt the rush of the cold air before hearing the door thud shut. I put on the seatbelt I turned to face him.
"Really?"
"No," he said.
I frowned, sitting back in my seat. Sheesh, way to bring a girl's hopes up. Wait. If my parents took my room, and his took the other room, where on earth would I sleep?
Chapter sixteen
My fears and doubts were confirmed when I stepped through the front door.
Our parents’ cars were still in the driveway, which did, in fact, mean that they were still here. Shit.
"I moved all your stuff before our parents saw," he said as he locked the door and I swore under my breath.