It’s lunchtime now and I’m sitting in the school cafeteria eating my pizza and soda with my friends. Well actually it’s just Alyssa and Luke because Rose and Kim were down in the art studios working on their respective pieces.

Rose was unrivalled when it came to sculpture, and seeing her concentrating hard to mould and shape the clay with such tenderness and patience had a beauty in itself.  Kim on the other hand, had a penchant for graphic design, bold geometric patterns and vibrant colours.  It was just so ‘her.’

Alyssa and Luke were talking about the basketball game on Friday where Luke would be playing and Alyssa cheerleading. But rather than talking about the actual sport, they were whisper-flirting about what was going to happen AFTER the game. The little horn-dogs.

“Ok That’s it! I think I’m gonna hurl!” I say pretending to gag and picking up my tray to move, “I’ll leave you two to finish your nasty planning” I gave them a knowing smile while they grinned sheepishly at me.

Just as I was getting up from my seat, someone tall and solid bumped into me from behind, and I nearly spilled my soda all over me.

“Hey buddy watch where you’re go-“, My eyes widened in shock as I registered who it was.

“Ryan?”

“Ava! I’m so sorry, I was in a rush and I didn’t see you getting up” he apologised with his face all cute and guilty. I instantly felt terrible, like I’d just yelled at a puppy.

“Don’t worry about it! No harm done.” I told him. “I’m stronger than I look,” giving him a playful wink. WTF AVA did you actually just wink at him?!

“Ryan my man! How’s it going?!” came Luke’s chipper voice from behind us.

“Hey Luke, nothing much as usual” Ryan replied as Luke pulled him in for a bro hug.

WOAH, bro hug. Hold on, that means they must be pretty close, but how do they know each other? I’m so confused.

“You missed training last night, are you still coming to the match next Monday? Tyler’s down for the count with his sprained ankle and all, and we could really use an extra player.” Luke was puppy-dog pouting exaggeratedly until Alyssa punched him in the arm for being retarded.

“Yeah, I’ll be there 5pm sharp with my spikes” Ryan said chuckling as we both watched Luke rubbing his sore arm and giving Alyssa a ‘what was that for?!’ look.

But Match? 5pm sharp? Spikes as in soccer shoes? Did Mr rolled-up-chinos actually run free in soccer shorts?

I didn’t know but I can assure you I was going to find out.

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Monday – 6th period, American history

1500 hrs

 Agent 007, Maxwell, Ava Maxwell preparing to observe the target. Not much is known about his origins, but my mission is to find out more about this mysterious boy…

After having casually asked Luke, who is quite the chatterbox I’ll admit, I found out that the match they were referring to was soccer as I’d suspected.

“That Ryan’s a funny guy” said Luke happily talking away, oblivious to the irritated looks he was getting from our history teacher. “He looks all bookish and nerdy with his preppy clothes and glasses and stuff but DAMN does he have a mean kick! I’m the goalie for the team and catching one of his shots nearly winded me!”

“Does Alyssa watch you guys play?” I asked, looking for an excuse to spy on my goody-two shoes partner.

“Hmm, she’s watched us play only once. She thinks soccer’s hella boring compared to basketball…” He said trailing off.

I could guess what he was thinking (his face is like an open book!) so I coaxed it out of him “Luke, do you want her to come watch you play soccer?”

“Yeah it would be nice, I mean I love basketball and everything but soccer requires a different skill set that makes it so exciting. I wish she wouldn’t roll her eyes every time I tell her I’ve got soccer training coz she never does it when I have basketball. It just makes me feel like I’m only valuable to her if I play the sport the school endorses.”

I was texting Alyssa exactly what Luke was saying and her reply was:

:’(  my poor baby! Tell him I’m coming tonight! Vampire Diaries can wait! xx

Alyssa blowing off Vampire Diaries was a really big deal. She was OBSESSED.

“Hey Luke looks like your wish has come true, Alyssa’s coming tonight.” I said smiling at the way his entire face lit up at the news.

“No way!  But Vampire Diaries is on tonight, How’d you get her to agree? “

“I have my ways” I said, laughing until Ms Corbin shouted at us to be quiet.

As soon as she turned around again, Luke whispered to me “Thanks Ava, you’re a frickin’ miracle worker! You should come watch us too.”

“Sure thing, I’d love to come watch” I reply. Yeah I’d love to come watch Ryan Haywood to possibly get a glimpse of the muscles I’d felt earlier when he bumped into me. 

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1830 hrs and the soccer match is over, agent Maxwell is on the prowl…

The game play was intense, it was only a practice match against the high school a couple blocks away from ours but the talent on both sides was phenomenal.  Why on earth doesn’t our school invest more in our soccer team when we’re this good?

Alyssa felt so guilty that she was basically crying by the end of the game as Luke had saved nearly every attempted goal from the other team. And I was on the edge of my seat, jumping up and cheering for Ryan when he scored the first goal with a shot like a lightning bolt.

Wait, jumping up and cheering?! I was supposed to be observing him to get more information but he distracted me with those sexy well-toned legs.  I am the worst spy in history. Even worse than Maxwell Smart! But hey we share the same name so I guess it’s a thing that Maxwells are shit spies.

Alyssa all but tackled Luke to the ground when he ran over to us after they won the game and I became invisible once again when they began to make-out like Rachel McAdams and Ryan Gosling in The Notebook. Didn’t they have sex just 3 days ago? Yeesh, being in love made you cray cray.

That left me to go and find Ryan to congratulate him for playing well as I’m sure he saw me watching the game and since we’re American lit essay partners it would be just plain rude not to…right?

But while all the other team members were heading off the pitch, Ryan was nowhere to be seen. Where did he go? Again, I repeat, I am the worst spy in history.

Walking back towards the stands to get my bag from where I was sitting before, I found that Luke and Alyssa had disappeared too! What is this!? I was gone for like 5 minutes!

Just as I was walking out the school gates my phone buzzes with a text from Alyssa. Except it wasn’t Alyssa, it was Luke:

Hey miracle worker, it’s Luke, can you perform another miracle and go get my phone from me from the locker rooms? I was gonna get it after the match but I got …distracted ;)

On match days, everyone would rather head home than hang around school any longer, so I guarantee you there won’t be any guys in there. Not that you’re one to really care about that kind of thing anyway.

I laughed as I texted back:

You owe me :P

Just like Luke said, I wasn’t fazed by the thought of going into the boys locker room, god forbid that my non-virgin eyes accidentally saw yet another boy’s hoo-ha.

I’d like to clarify at this present moment, that just because I’m classified as a ‘badgirl’ does not mean I’m a whore.  Sure I’ve had sex multiple times but it would surprise you to know that I’ve only slept with a few different guys. The first was Collin, a friend of Rose’s older brother, who I lost my v-card to when I was 16 and wanted to get it over with. He made my first time easy and enjoyable, showing me that it was all about respect and affection for the other person. Of course we both knew that it would be a one-time thing since he then went off to college and now he’s happily engaged to his girlfriend.  And the only other guy I’ve done it more than once with is Grayson and we’d only hooked up 3 times; the guy might be hot but he doesn’t last long!  As for the others, there were only a couple that made it that far. Sure we fooled around and made out and stuff, but there was never a deeper connection that made me want to keep the relationship going. And that’s usually when I dropped them.

Anyway, as I entered into the boy’s locker room, I was suffocated by the stench of the jungle of sweaty towels that seemed to be hanging from every hook and corner possible.

Finally reaching the open bench area where the guy’s lockers were, I heard the sound of trickling water coming from further in which meant that someone was taking a shower. Oh well, I’d be in and out before they even finished.

Bzzz Bzzz

Bzzz Bzzzzzzz

A startling vibrating sound on the bench in front of me brought my attention to a phone that I assumed was Luke’s.  I picked it up trying not to look at the flashing screen to respect Luke’s privacy, but my eyes were suddenly transfixed by the pop-up text preview on the screen:

Contact: Mom

Ryan sweetie, what time are you getting home? Dinner’s almost ready and Bradley is bringing his girlfriend all the way from Harvard.

The sound of the shower stopped and my blood froze. Footsteps were getting closer and my mind was racing WHAT DO I DO?!! He’s gonna think I’m a creepy pervert who likes to sneak into sweaty locker rooms!

Just before Ryan turned the corner, I threw the phone back on to the bench and jumped into the locker behind me, closing the door as quietly as possible.

But OH HOT DAYUM, I wasn’t prepared for what passed by.

Peering out through the grates, my eyes were greeted by an almost entirely unclothed Ryan Haywood in a cloud of steam, water dripping in rivulets down his perfectly toned abs to his defined v-line exposed by the short towel that hung low on his waist.

F***. I felt my core clench and my breathing become heavy as I tried to remain still, but it was getting damn hot inside the locker which didn’t help my current state of arousal.

As he turned around to check his phone, I got a nice view of his towel-covered butt, and the dimples at the bottom of his spine were taunting me and my racing heart. At that moment I was struggling not to burst out of the locker and run my hands over his shoulders and down his back, caressing those dimples with my thumbs.

F*** AVA! You’re getting in too deep.

Suddenly he turned around and walked closer and closer to the locker I was hiding in. Shit Shit Shit he knows I’m in here and he’ll tell the whole school about how I was spying on him getting changed!  (I didn’t mean to! But that doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy it ;) ) Adrenalin was pumping through my veins as his long, slender fingers reached out towards the lock…of the locker right next to the one I was in.

PRAISE THE LORD! There is a God!

After what seemed like an eternity being stuck inside that locker and tortured by the view, Ryan finally packed up his stuff and left. Slamming open the locker door I was panting, hot and bothered.

Who the f*** was Ryan Haywood to get me, cool and collected Ava Maxwell, flustered and falling over myself?! This has never happened before and I don’t like it.