He Caught Her Eye (Caught #1)[UNEDITED]

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DRAKE MCCORAL

"You ready, McCoral?" Arson Kho asks me. He's currently trying on his soccer shoes, not looking at my direction. Me, on the other hand, is already dressed.

"Maybe," I respond to his question, then I shake my head.

He finally finishes tying his shoelaces and nudges me on the shoulder. "Come on."

When Arson and I rush out of the room, we see only Philip settled down using his phone, too busy to notice us. Coach Thompson isn't around, probably entertaining our parents.

There's a mirror located at the right corner of the room and I approach it to see my own reflection - my golden brown messy hair shows I haven't combed ever since I got out of the shower this morning, my green eyes filled with worry together a forced smile.

I walk away from the mirror after a couple of seconds and approach Philip, hair in a 'cute' ponytail (at least that's what he calls it). Philip is leaning against the wall, his eyes glued to his phone.

"Hey bro," I go beside him to sneak a quick glance on whatever he's looking at. A brunette with a thin smile is what I see first. The girl has beautiful violet eyes, and is wearing a white shirt accompanied with blue jeans.

When Philip doesn't answer my humble greeting, I put my arms around him and start teasing. "Who's that, Phil? Care to tell me who that chick is?" The word chick comes out unexpected, so I shut my mouth before I say anything else.

"Get out." He snorts, annoyed by my statement. "This girl's mine."

I step away a bit, "I never said I was interested." And I'm not. "Sure, the girl's beautiful but she's just a pretty face. Nothing more." And I don't have time for dating anyway.

He jerks his head at me. "Her name's Mira."

I nod slowly.

"She's from Verdanya High," he informs me.

I make a face. "Our rival school." Verdanya High is located not so far from Harcott High, both privileged schools.

"I know, I know," he continues, "the whole thing's rubbish. She and I have been chatting and..."

"And? What are you waiting for, dumbass?" I shove him playfully. He looks at me strangely, but I could see the smile his lip was beginning to form.

"I wish she'd come here to support me," he sighs. "But she can't. She said it'd be like a betrayal to her own fucking school. Shitty rivalry. I mean, Madonna's here to support Don. And she lives two hours away!"

"Because they're official."

"Wow. You're too kind." He responds icily. "Much appreciated, mate."

The door slams open and Theo, still in his uniform, rushes in as he quickly drops his sports bag and pulls out his shirt, puffing. "Shit, shit, shit," he curses.

"Walker," I call out his surname. "You weren't in class today."

"I know." He says.

Arson raises a brow. "Why weren't you around yesterday too?"

He puts on his jersey and the number fifteen right under his family name faces us. "Long story."