Damage Control

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I Was Royally Screwed

I paced back and forth in the empty parking lot as the scorching sun blared down on my face. My eyebrows were pulled together tightly and I could feel the deep frown on my face as I fidgeted.

Come on Mallory, what are you doing here?

In all honestly, I didn’t know what I was doing. I had made brash decision to ditch Sebastian and Sienna for lunch after school after giving some lame excuse about going to the library to return some books.

In reality, I was pacing in the parking lot like a mad woman waiting for the one person whose presence I couldn’t stand.

Last I heard about him was from a screeching girl in the bathroom who was talking about how Easton would be getting some extra practice in today with a couple of the other teammates.

Yes, Easton made the team.

And yes, I nearly blew my head off when Sebastian told me that.

Now, each time I would be supporting Sebastian and Cole at their games, I would have to deal with the thing that considers himself a human.

Wiping off the slight sweat that had built up right below my hairline, I made my way under the tree to get away from the burning sun. Glancing down at my phone, I saw that it was nearly 3:15, which meant that Easton should be here soon.

What may you ask I am doing?

Well, I am about to single handedly make the worst decision in my life, and I will be doing it willingly which makes it even worse.

All day long Easton’s words hadn’t stopped echoing throughout my mind, and with Cole’s unexpected arrival in my class, my thoughts had spun out of control to the point where I felt like I was on the verge of insanity.

There was no way I could get rid of the feelings I had for Cole and I needed to do damage control.

And as sad as it was, the curious part of me wanted to know what Easton’s offer was.

Because at this point, I was desperate.

Staring up ahead at the sky, I felt my blonde hair flow lightly with the breeze and felt a sense of serenity fall upon me for a couple seconds. I was relishing the peace when suddenly a familiarly arrogant voice spoke up from behind me.

“So we’ve resorted to stalking now too?” Easton mocked as he made his way over to me. His chestnut brown hair was messy atop his head which was probably due to soccer and a slight coat of sweat covered his neck.

Rolling my eyes, I crossed my arms over my chest as I stood up from where I was previously leaning on the tree. He had a small grin on his face as he stared at me and I chose to purposely ignore his earlier comment as I fiddled with my fingers.

I didn’t know how to tell him that I needed his help without making a complete fool out of myself. After throwing insults and menacing glares at him since our first interaction, I was clueless on how to hold a civil conversation with him.

It’s like one of those friendships where all you do is joke around and be mean to one another and when you’re actually nice to each other it just feels weird.

Looking up at Easton once again, I watched as he raised an eyebrow at my behavior, most likely confused as to why I haven’t socked him in the face or fought back at his comment.

“Spit it out sweetheart? Have you fallen for my charms and come to profess your love for me?” He questioned arrogantly as he wore a massive smirk on his face.

God, he was so conceited.

I should have known he wouldn’t take this seriously.

This was a bad idea from the start.

Shaking my head slightly, I turned around silently and began walking quickly over to where my car was parked. I had barely taken two steps when I felt a hand grip my upper arm. I stopped in my tracks, taken aback at the physical contact, before turning around to look at a confused Easton.

He must’ve seen the conflict across my face as he stared down at me because his expression became more serious.

“Okay, all jokes aside, whats wrong?” He asked as he held onto his gym bag. I stared at him for a quick moment before letting out a deep sigh.

“About what you said the other day...” I drawled on as I fidgeted back and forth from where I was standing. Easton stood there silently for a second before recognition flashed through his eyes as he nodded his head.

“So that’s why you’ve got that constipated look on your face. I just assumed you needed to fart or something.” He causally remarked as my eyes widened. Leaning over, I pinched the the back of his arm tightly as he let out a loud yelp. Cradling his arm, I let out a sinister smile as he glared down at me.

“I was kidding!” He whined childishly as he rubbed the spot I had pinched him on. I shrugged in response to which he rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. I watched as his biceps flexed from his tight workout shirt and forced myself to look away before he caught me staring.

Even though he was insanely annoying, I couldn’t deny that his body was amazing.

If only there was a mute button on him.

“The deal, what’s in it for you.” I pressed as I ran a hand through my hair. I watched as he leaned on the tree behind us as a mischievous smile lit up on his face.

“Are you agreeing to it?” He countered as he mockingly stared down at his nails as if he was contemplating something.

Rolling my eyes, I moved closer to him, “Answer my question first.” I snapped causing him to let out a low chuckle. He ran a hand through his messy hair before pushing off the tree to stand in front of me. We were almost chest to chest as he bent down to my level, his eyes boring into mine, mischief written all across his orbs.

“Lets just say I lost a couple of privileges and I need your help with some things.” He vaguely responded as his warm breath brushed across my face. I scrunched my nose in confusion at his response before taking a step back.

“I’m not agreeing to anything until you tell me what you want in return.” I stated with finality in my tone as he cocked his head to the side. He processed what I said for a minute before letting out a sigh.

“Fine. I lost the right to drive my car and I need you to be my little chauffeur.” He finally said as he tapped the top of my head. Shoving his hand away, I jutted my chin in the air as I squinted my eyes at him in suspicion.

Now that I thought about it, I hadn’t seen Easton driving at all since he got here. I had been too distracted by his irritating antics to notice.

“Why’d you lose the right?” I nosily asked as he shook his head while smiling at me. He slightly tapped my nose before leaning in closer.

“That’s for me to know, and you to wonder.” He concluded before standing up straight again. Looking over my head, he ran a hand down his face before his eyes met my confused ones again.

“Okay, whatever. Lets say I decide to agree to your deal. How would you even be helping me?” I asked him, still suspicious about his intentions.

Why would he even want to help me?

He could ask anyone to drive him around.

Hell, I’m sure the girls fawning over him would kill to do that for him.

So why me?

If I were to take a guess, it’s probably just to make me miserable with his presence around me.

My trail of thoughts were interrupted by Easton’s voice once again, “You’ll find out soon. You in?” He asked as he extended his hand out to me to shake on it. He had a slight grin on his chiseled face as he held his hand out in thin air. Looking over at the empty parking lot, I rubbed a hand over my forehead before staring up at Easton.

There was no going back after this.

“Deal.” I stated as I placed my palm in his with one thought swirling through my mind,

I was royally screwed.

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