"so much tension, could cut it with a knife. too much tension, but i don't really mind. all this tension is building up inside."
* tension - jack & jack

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i haven't spoken a word all class period and i tried my best to avoid jack's eye contact. i know that something is wrong, but i don't want to put up with him today. i plan on being the first one out of the door when we're dismissed in five minutes.

i still can't get over him and that other girl. i see that bruised part on his neck and i know damn well i didn't put my lips on his neck and create a massive hickey. have some knowledge and cover it up at least.

i'm cut off by my thoughts when everyone stands up and gets ready to leave. shit. i wanted to be the first one out of here.

"valerie." i hear his deep voice, making me look up.

he puts his finger up, slowly signaling for me to go to him. i can't. i shake my head no.

"i have to be somewhere." i lie.

"come here for a quick second." he politely says because there are still people packing up.

i bit my bottom lip, hesitantly strolling towards him. his hand grips the front of my shirt, pulling me towards him. the students can't see what he's doing because my back is facing them.

"are you ignoring me?" he asks in disbelief.

"i'm obviously not if i'm facing you right now." i say.

he takes a quick glance behind me, making sure all of the students have now left. he always makes the last student out shut the door. i'm the last student, but someone else already shut it?

"are we going to finish what we started yesterday?" he tilts his head, both of his hands running up and down my sides.

i shake my head, "i cant, mr. gilinsky. i know you're probably hooking up with that other person who always interrupts us."

jack sighs, pulling me closer to him and he buries his head in my neck, kissing the soft and sensitive skin. i want to push him away, but i feel as if i can't. this is what i wanted in the first place.

"i-i have to go." i stutter. "i'm sorry."

and i'm out of that room faster than you can say chipotle. i practically speed walk all the way to my dorm, bumping into amaya on the way up. we talk for a little while and i try not to show my nervousness.

amaya insisted on watching the ucla bruins football practice today. she always does random things in her free time. probably because she wants to hook up with rashid, the star running back. she knows that i'm not exactly too fond with the football team, with nate maloley also being on the team, along with sam wilkinson, whom hates my guts for hooking up with nate 24/7. they are best friends but sam was also my friend for a long ass time freshman year. i sometimes miss him.

half of the jocks on the team have tried getting with me anyway, nate is probably the only one i find attractive besides maxwell robinson. amaya persuaded me with singing maxwell's name, and that maybe he will be my new love.

he's never tried to get with me and who can't blame him. i've always been getting with nate and trying to get with mr. gilinsky. maybe if i had the chance to get with max, i could get over the whole sleeping with my teacher thing.

"want to stop to get starbucks first?" amaya asks me and i nod my head.

it's chilly and i could really use a hot, steamy dark roast coffee with stevia and oat milk right now. we both walk in to starbucks, discussing stupid things here and there.

"what do you even do at practice? just watch them bozos?" i ask her and she eyes the menu above us.

"yeah. you stand on the sidelines with the rest of the desperate girls. it's literally like a whore line." she explains and my eyes widen and i blink twice.

"but i'm not desperate for a football player." i tell her and she just shrugs. "is that all you do?"

"pretty much and if you're lucky enough, max might invite you over to the fraternity house he lives in. you need to get over nate, he's def fucking with you." she adds.

"wow i'd be so honored if he did." i feign the act.

i order my drink and so does amaya. being the nice friend she is, she pays for my warm drink and i thank her.

"we have to get going right after we get our drinks, practice starts at 1:00"

you would think that half the team have classes at that time, but according to amaya, knowing their entire practice schedule. football counts for four college athletic credits. i nod my head, grabbing my drink off the counter once it's done. we both walk out of starbucks and to the field, which is nearby.

we arrive shortly, half of my beverage gone, and the football team is already out and dressed. i never noticed how nice football players' butts are. they look so firm.

"there's your new babe." she nudges my arm. "number 7."

i smile, nudging her arm slightly. i set my drink on the bench and shove my hands into my sweatshirt pockets. my eyes widen as i see something i did not expect to see. mr. gilinsky walking out with the rest of the coaches holding a clipboard.

holy fuck, he's a coach?

"start off with jogging back and forth on the field four times, after that quick 5 minute warm-up stretches, then 30 push-ups. after that, practice throwing the ball to each other for twenty minutes. we'll carry on from there." i hear jack's voice shout out to the team.

he's not bossy, just in class. i wonder if he's like that in bed.

"valerie," amaya calls out my name and i turn my attention to her. "try catching this ball."

"no, it's going to hit me in the face. plus, you can't throw a football to save your life." i joke and she laughs.

"true... oh fuck. hot teacher at 10'o clock." she says, alarmed and i turn to see jack heading our way.

i nervously swallow a lump in my throat. i hope he's not coming here to confront me on running out on him earlier. i guess i was just emotional? he got with another girl right after we were making out....

"we need that ball." he tells us, glaring at me specifically.

amaya hands it to me, scared to give it to jack herself. she's scared and intimidated by him. i was at first, but i've come to see that he's just an asshole.

"are you mad at me now?" i mutter to him, shoving the ball into his hands.

"we'll talk about this later." he growls. "wait outside of the boys' locker room for me."

amaya looks at me as mr. gilinsky walks away with the football in his hands and the clipboard tucked under his arm.

"what was he saying to you?" amaya asks.

i shrugged. "mad at me for skipping class."

"he's hot when he's mad, he's also intimidating but that makes me want to fuck him more. if you don't i will." she adds, biting her lip and looking at me then at mr. gilinsky.

i shrug, rolling my eyes. "i would if it were that easy."

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