"We're playing first to three, now get up," she looked down at me.

"Okay," I stood up. I took the ball first this time. I tried to dribble past her, but she took the ball from me and kicked it right into my goal.

"Fuck you," I whispered underneath my breath.

"We all know you want to.." She looked at me, "and that's why you're being an ass."

*Skylar's POV*

"Oh my," the curly-haired boy began to say. The other two just laughed.

"Let's keep playing," he told me

"One more and I win," I bragged.

"Not if I get two more first," He said. I just laughed.

"That was really funny.." I pointed at him before placing the ball between us. After fighting over it, I took the ball past him and scored.

"Oh my god!" He exclaimed.

The other three boys began to play by themselves. The dark-haired boy took me to the side.

"Here's my number if you, uh, ever want to use it," he told me, total fuckboy style. He handed me a slip of paper with numbers scribbled on it.

"Oka-" I began to say, but one of the other boys began to come over to us.

"Shut up, Skylar," the dark-haired boy punched me in the arm, totally unexpectedly.

"What was that for?"

"Unless you want them to know we're flirting, then just go with it," he whispered.

"Oh-" we were flirting?

"Anyone else want to play me?" I asked the other boys. They all shook their heads.

"If you can beat him, you can beat us all," the purple-haired boy spoke.

"Okay, whatever you say. Let's just kick the ball around."

"Nah, I want to play. I want to see how hard it actually is to beat him," the blonde boy sat the ball down and the dark-haired boy walked up to him, standing in from of him.

"Are you sure you want to play me?" The dark-haired boy asked.

"Definitely," the blonde smirked.

"Fine." The dark-haired boy won, very easily may I add. The blonde was defeated after 5-0.

"He is hard to beat. How did you beat him, Skylar?" The blonde asked.

"I don't know. He's easy to me."

"Have you been, like, playing football since you were a few days old? That's how good you'd have to be to beat him," the curly-haired boy asked.

"I don't know. Maybe it's not me that's good. Maybe it's him that's not good, and you guys are worse," I challenged. They laughed.

"No, he's definitely good. He had gone to Brazil to represent Australia in the World Cup, but came back here and never did," the blonde pointed out.

"Really? Wow. I guess I'm just a pro, then.." I paused, "but I should be getting home. I'll see you guys later?"

"Yeah," they said simultaneously.

"I never did catch your names?"

"Michael," the purple-haired boy replied.

"Ashton, but you can call me Ash," the curly-haired boy said.

"You get to call him Ash? Not many people do! But, by the way, I'm Luke," the blonde smiled.

"Hood," the dark-haired boy told me, "Calum Thomas Hood."

"Okay. Bye Michael.. Bye Ash.. Bye Luke! Bye Calum Thomas Hood," I smirked at him since I used his full name. He glared at me. I was going to like this.

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If you have already read this and you're reading it again, I'm sorry that it's different bc I accidentally deleted the chapter and had to write it again:( Thanks for understanding!

-Lizzie xx