OVER THE NEXT week, my relationship with the guys was beginning to evolve into something more than just mere acquaintanceship. I was spending so much time with them working on the assignment and getting to know them better.
Nick was slowly opening up to me and in all honesty, he wasn't a bad guy-just reserved. But once you got to know him, then you wish you'd known him earlier.
"Hey!" Jake said as he took a seat next to me on the bleachers.
"Hey!" I responded with a smile. "What brings you here?"
"I don't know. I just saw you and decided to come here," he admitted. "And what are you doing here exactly?" he asked raising a perfect eyebrow.
"Waiting for Asher," I replied. "But he's still practicing so I decided to get some studying down." I said as I looked down at the field where Asher and his team were trying to get the football past their goal keeper, Dwayne.
"So things are better in the best friend department now," he said looking down at the field as well. "I thought you said he plays football not soccer."
"Yes that is football. You must be thinking of American Football," I said. "I will never understand how you people can call rugby football."
Jake turned to face me. "What gave it away? My lack of soccer knowledge?" he asked incredulously. "Yeah, I'm not too familiar with how British English works anyway. It's quite confusing if I'm being honest."
I chuckled, "no it's not. It's the same English, it just uses 'our' instead of 'or'and calls soccer football and some other things. But that's about it and you do know that lots of other countries use British English without it necessarily having to be Britain or England, right?"
Jake rolled his eyes and slung his hand over my shoulder. "Sure," he replied. "Anyway I got to go, the guys must be waiting for me."
"See you around."
Jake stood up and walked down the bleachers until he was no longer in sight. I sat there watching Ash and his teammates as they continued kicking the ball back and forth.
I don't know how long I sat there supposedly staring at the field until I was snapped out of my thoughts as Asher strode towards me with water dripping from his hair.
"Ready to go?"
"I've been ready a long time," I said as I stuffed my books into my rucksack and slung it over my shoulder.
We walked to his car and got in. He placed the keys in the ignition and just sat there not doing anything. "I can't believe it's finally Friday and I can finally rest from all the practicing Coach has had us do these last few days," he said as he finally put the car into drive and backed out of the parking lot. "Your place or mine?" he asked as we were on the road.
"Mine's fine," I responded. "It's nearer and I'm hungry."
He chuckled as he pulled up into my driveway and we got out. "Didn't you have lunch?"
"No I didn't, I wasn't hungry."
"Sure you weren't," he said with a knowing smile.
I rolled my eyes at him as I unlocked the front door and entered. Asher immediately made himself comfortable on the sofa as he propped his legs on the coffee table and grabbed the remote flipping through the channels.
"Why don't you make yourself comfortable," I said, sarcasm dripping from my voice.
"Oh I plan to," was all he said as his eyes were glued to the screen.
I walked to the kitchen and rummaged through the fridge for anything edible before retrieving left over Chinese food and warmed it up. After that, I returned back to the living room and sat next to Ash.
"A repeat of the match between Real Madrid and Liverpool," he said.
"No way are you watching football while I'm here," I said.
Asher paused the game and gave me his undivided attention. "Why not? What's wrong with football?" he asked raising a brow at me. "Both your dad and James watch it don't they?"
"Of course they do, but that doesn't mean I'm a fan of it. I mean sure I support you with your football and all but that's about it," I said as I continued eating my noodles.
"Fine! What do you want to watch?"
"Timeless," I answered in a heartbeat.
"Whatever, it's sci-fi so I'll watch," he said changing the channel and putting Timeless on.
We sat there watching a rerun of Timeless for who knows how long before I paused the TV and faced Asher. "What happened with Steph?" I asked. "You did not tell me how everything went."
Asher smiled wickedly. "She totally loved the puppy," he beamed with a huge smile. "Thank you so much for picking her because apparently Maltese are her favourite dog breed."
"You're welcome and I didn't know that," I replied.
"Well it worked because after that we did a bit of you know," Ash said wagging with eyebrows in a suggestive manner. "It was amazing."
I scrunched up my noise in disgust and covered my ears. "Lalalala I can't hear you," I shouted to which he just laughed and shook his head but didn't say anything.
Slowly, I removed my hands from my ears in hopes of him not saying anything dirty and he didn't. He just sat there with a goofy smile etched on his face. I unpaused the TV and went back to watching my show.
The front door opened and in walked my Mum looking as beautiful as ever with her chestnut brown hair pulled up into a perfect bun.
"Hey Asher," she said as she saw us sitting on the couch. "Hey Alexis."
"Hey Kate, I hope you don't mind me staying over for dinner," Asher said.
"Of course not, you know you're always welcome to stay over any time," she said dismissing him with a wave of her hand before heading into the kitchen.
Asher grinned and grabbed the remote changing the channel to a sports one. I glared at him but didn't bother saying anything to him.
A while passed before dad came strolling through the front door with folders in both hands looking exhausted. "Hey Asher," he said and turned to look at me, "hey pumpkin, where is your mum?"
Dad nodded and headed to the kitchen as well. "Dinner is ready," Mum shouted from the kitchen a few minutes later.
Asher and I stood up, walked to the dinning table and took our seats. Mum brought out the food and took her seat as well with dad taking the head chair. We dug into our food and began eating.
"How is football going?" dad asked Asher.
"It's fine, just had a stressful week since Coach had us doing overtime for the upcoming match which is in the next couple of months," he replied as he took a sip of his water.
"I can't imagine how it must be but you'll get there, after all it's your last year of highschool. Any schools in mind?"
"I've been offered a few scholarships from a few Univerties, but I'm still hoping to get one from my first choice."
They went on talking about football and what-not while I sat there eating in complete silence.
"How are those three nice friends of yours?" Mum suddenly asked and the whole attention shifted to me.
I nearly choked on my food before quickly covering it up with a cough.
"They are fine," I answered keeping it short in the hopes that she would get the idea that I didn't want to talk about them.
But clearly she didn't because she went on to ask. "Does any of them have a girlfriend?"
Dad choked on his food, "Kate stop pestering the kid," he said once he'd regained his composure
Asher on the other was doing everything in his power not to laugh.
"I'm just asking," she said nonchalantly. "We're going shopping tomorrow and I'm not taking no for an answer. Who knows, maybe you might just catch one of their attention."
Asher was full on laughing at this point while dad had pushed his food away seemingly having lost his appetite.
"Fine," I grumbled. "But I'm not doing this for them, I'm doing it for you."
"Great!" she beamed finally looking genuinely happy after her recent breakdown. "I can't wait to see how you'll look in a dress."
"Whoa hold up. No one said anything about a dress."
"We. Are. Getting. You. A. Dress."
I couldn't believe she was going to do this to me of all things. "No, no, no, I'm not wearing a dress," I exclaimed.
"Why not?" Asher asked in between laughs, "I'm sure you'll look great with those long legs of yours."
I scowled at him because I knew he was finding entertainment in all of this.
"Because.....just," I didn't know what to say.
"Can I come along too?" Ash asked my mum with mirth dancing in his turquoise blue eyes. His blond hair falling into his eyes.
"Sure you can," my mum said happily, "maybe then she won't feel too shy about it."