Jamie's POV

"I don't have a gym shirt." I tell Noah as we are walking to the gym doors after school.

"You could borrow mine if you want, it might be a bit to big but it's better than nothing." He suggests

"Sure, thanks." I say and a faint blush creeps up his cheeks.

He passes me his shirt and I walk into the change room. I take off my sweater, leaving it on the bench, and pull the t-shirt Noah gave me over my head. As soon as I do this his scent immediately fills my nostrils, it's the same scent I woke up to this morning, the same scent that I love.

It is a simple black shirt saying '2013 state champs' and has a picture of a basketball and the logo of his team. It is a bit too big so I tie it at the back.

For my pants, I just leave on the black tights I've been wearing all day.

I tie back my hair into a high pony tail.

I look in the mior once, and I look decent, considering.

I walk out the doors, to the field and see Noah setting up the soccer balls and pylons.

He turns his head to look at me, I give a slight smile and wave. He smiles and blushes a bit once again, what's with that?

"Okay so first we will work on running with the ball, and then do some shooting, you know how to kick it right?" He asks once I stand where he is.

"Umm, yeah I guess." I respond shyly.

"Okay, just make sure you kick with this part of your foot." He tells me, gesturing to he inner part of his foot.

"Got it."

"Great. Now, I'll start running with this ball, you take that one and follow me." He says, taking the ball on his left. He starts jogging at a normal pace while kicking the ball along with him. I take another ball and follow him as best as I can.

I'm doing pretty well actually, I'm definitely surprising myself and even Noah seems a bit impressed.

We do this for a little while longer before he decides it's time we move to the next drill.

He starts to set up pylons around the field, making them in a zigzag formation.

He sets his ball next to his feet, and does the same thing as last time, but going in and around the pylons, seems easy enough.

It's not.

It takes me about ten minutes to figure out the pattern, and when I do, I have to concentrate on kicking it at a proper distance.

I finally get it right for the first time after quite some time

"Hey, that was still good, remember, it's only your first time, your doing a lot better than I was the first time I played soccer." He encourages me.

"The first time you played soccer you were about eight years old." I remind him.

Noah laughs, "that's true, but your still doing very well."

"Thanks." I say, my cheeks turning a shade darker.

After about five more tries I finally get the drill perfect. Noah tells me to do it perfectly three more times and we can move on.

Once I have it perfected it seems easy, I laugh at how hard I found it to be only thirty minutes ago.

"Okay, I think you have it down now." He tells me.

"What next?" I ask, slightly out of breath. I may be skinny, but I am extremely out of shape. Soccer will be good for me, I think.

"You don't want a break?" He asks, eyebrow raised, slightly intrigued.

"Nope, I'm good. Let's keep going."

"Alright." He says, smiling and sounding impressed

"You know how to shoot right?" He asks me, walking towards the net.

"Yeah, absolutely."

If I'm being honest, I am extremely bad at shooting, I've tried once in my life and the ball somehow ended up behind me, but of course I couldn't say any of this to Noah.

"Alright, I'll be goalie, you try to score on me, don't worry, I'll take it easy." He tells me.

"Okay." I respond, slightly nervous, I'd really like all of the sudden to be the best kicker in the world and do this amazing score and have him be amazed. But I'd also like to not make a complete fool of myself.

So I stand at a good distance away from the net, place the ball directly in front of me, take a few steps back, take a large deep breath, and run at the ball.

My foot slips and before I can even get near the ball, I am on my butt, on the ground. With the ball, sitting about five feet in front of me. And Noah, jogging towards me.

Great.

He reaches me, worry across his face.

"Are you okay?" He asks.

"Yeah I'm fine." I say.

He grabs my hand and pulls me up, off the ground.

He looks like he is trying his best to hold back laughter.

"It's okay to laugh. It was pretty embarrassing." I tell him, giggling a bit myself.

He starts bursting out, laughing and crying at the same time. And apparently, his laugh is contagious, so I too, double over laughing.

"I'm really bad at kicking, I knew that, I'm sorry, I was just really embarrassed to say anything." I admit once we have both caught out breaths.

"It's okay, kicking is my weakness as well. When I started, I couldn't get the ball within fifteen feet of the net." He says, still chuckling a bit.

"At least you got the ball to move." I say

"True, true." He says, teasingly.

"Let's try again, this time I'll help you."

"Okay." I respond.

He leads me towards the ball, "okay so you don't need a running start, just take a step maybe, and make sure your foot is angled like this," he shows me how to position my foot, "good, now angle you body this way," he demonstrates which way my body should be, and I try to copy his actions, but apparently I don't do it right, so he comes up behind me, placing his hands on my hips.

My breath hitches in my throat, Noah must notice because he freezes. Suddenly he leans closer, "you know that I never really needed a tutor." He whispers somewhat huskily in my ear.

I nod, "I know."

I turn my body to face him, his hands never leaving my hips.

"I just wanted an excuse to talk to you, everyday we would see eachother and never talk, I wanted to talk to you Jamie, because truth is, I like you, and I have since the day I met you." His eyes are full of passion and pleading.

His words surprise me, but what I do next, surprises me even more.

I tilt my head up, and connect our lips.

He doesn't seem taken aback at all, kissing me full on, the moment our lips make contact.

My hand cups his cheek, as his hands move from my hips, wrapping around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

Our lips move together perfectly, slowly at first but gradually getting faster as the kiss progresses.

Once it gets to a point where we are both gasping for breath, but not pulling away, wanting to savour and enjoy the moment for as long as possible, the kiss slows down, until we both stop. I pull my lips away and rest my forehead on his, "I like you too," I say, "I like you alot."

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