Part 17

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Long chapter ahead!

Sexual content also ahead. Starting from the "~" so if you're not into that, feel free to skip it. You won't miss any of the storyline. 

17.Arya

The next few weeks pass in a haze of studying, preparing the art project and repairing my relationship with Seth. All three of those things were going swimmingly although Seth is still convinced that it's still too soon to have sex. How a man in his twenties can survive more than seven days without sex is completely beyond me... but he insists that we wait just a little longer.

Erich, Collin and Emma have been thoroughly avoiding the topic of my boyfriend and have instead been working extra hard on our upcoming work of art. After I had told them every single detail, meticulously planned out in my head, they were all in. At first I had doubted their commitment, considering the dangers coming alongside the actual art-piece we are going to be creating but there was no convincing them of the projects flaws – they are all in.

Seth made an obvious effort to balance soccer, classes and me. Attending most all of his classes, he would usually spend his spare time training, running or meditating over some book, trying desperately to get the meaning of it. In the evenings we always either meet in his or my room. He's made it a point to spend the nights together (no matter how many times we've been told not to do that).

Tonight is a big night. Finally I will be seeing Seth play again. After having been benched ever since he started college, the coach has promised to let Seth play this game. Apparently it is an important one too. Not only do I know this because of how many nights Seth had been lying awake – unable to fall asleep because of his nerves –but also because of how many students are starting to show up at the stadium. Some even brought banners, some are dressed in our school colors and some even managed to get their hands on proper jerseys.

Amber – who obsessively searched the field for her older brother – has come along with me, looking like an overexcited cheerleader in her short cut jeans and crop top in the school colors. Even her hair is tied in a high pony tail, held together by some shiny ribbon.

"There they are!" She exclaims, excitedly pointing her finger down at the field.

We have decided to sit with everyone else in the bleachers as to not distract our boys too much.

"Where?" I ask, squinting my eyes at all the players who have just jogged onto the field.

"Well Jackson is number 1 – he's over there stretching!" Amber shouts over the excited hoots and shouts around us. "Oh! There's your lover boy. Number 8!"

Finally I spot him and oh my god, does he look good. It must be the heat getting to my head, or the lack of close contact I've been getting from him but as he's running across the field, kicking a soccer ball in front of him, he looks like an absolute God!

"My god, he is so gorgeous!" Surprisingly these words don't come from my mouth. A girl, standing on the bleachers right in front of us, has turned to face me. Her group of friends agree, giggling annoyingly.

"Who is?" I question, trying to keep my calm.

You don't know if they're actually talking about him, I remind myself.

"Number 8 of course! You were just ogling at him as well, weren't you. He's a damn fine piece of ass but heard awful things about him." I lift an eyebrow at the girl in front of me, urging her to go on. Amber notices my tension and joins in.

"Do tell!" She urges, faking gossipy excitement.

"Well, I can't give up my sources but I've heard he is, like, the rudest person ever. Never really talks to anyone. Doesn't really have any friends because he tends to blow everyone off and basically just cares about himself. No surprise with looks like that – to be quite honest. He is an Adonis reincarnation." One of the girl's friends nods encouragingly.

"Yeah, Lilly – from my American History class – asked him out on a date once. Cried for three days straight because he blew her off. Told her she'd need to lose about fifteen pounds before ever even speaking to him again." Clear lies.

My pleasant façade is cracking as the girls turn back around, cheering the players on although the game hasn't even started yet.

"Come on, let's get something to drink." Amber suggest, putting a supportive hand on my shoulder. "Hey! Can you girls watch our seats for us? We're just getting some drinks."

The girls agree enthusiastically but we're already on our way, pushing through the riled up crowd of people. The closer we get to the makeshift drinks booth, the louder the crowd and the stronger the smell of stale beer gets. Nonetheless Amber manages to push ahead,never letting go of my hand, and orders two beers and some peanuts.

My whole body, still on edge, welcomes the surprisingly cool beer.

"Whoa, slow down. You'll empty your cup before we get back to the field."Amber jokes, ripping open the little plastic bag that holds the peanuts.

"If I would have known college would be this gossipy, I might never have come." I mutter grumpily, pushing past a group of clearly drunk boys.

"Well what did you expect? Most of these people came here, thinking that their high school legacy would live on. They're used to being on top of the food-chain! College is pretty much just like high school except you really get to escape if you want." Amber explains calmly.

"Escape? How?! Did you not listen to those hyenas? First they were drooling –just looking at Seth and then they were basically tearing strips of him and ruining his reputation! I've never even seen these girls! I can't escape. They're everywhere." My voice gets more and more high pitched the closer we get to the bleachers. Of course the girls are still there and still just as excited as they were before.

"Arya. Don't you get it? You have an advantage! You're smart, you know this isn't high school and guess what –" Amber puts her drink and snack down to put her hands on my shoulders. "That guy that they're fawning over... He is yours."

She shakes me lightly and I can't help but crack a tiny smile.

"He doesn't want anyone else and he sure as hell doesn't give a crap about his reputation anymore. He's here to play ball and be with you. That much even I have gathered. Now sit down, drink your beer and cheer on your man!"

Reality-check accepted!

Taking another big gulp of my beer, I turn towards the field, doing my best to tune out the giggly chicks in front of us and focus solely on my man. Or... at least I'm trying to.

"Where did they go?" I shout, leaning in close to Amber, noticing that the players are no longer on the field.

"The game is about to start. They're going back in for theirs last pep-talk and then it's go-time!" Amber shouts clearly excited.

And then, as if on cue, a booming voice announces the beginning of the game by welcoming the opposing team onto the field. Lined up one behind they other, they walk to the center of the field, looking extremely focused and slightly intimidating. They receive a lukewarm welcome from the crowd.

When the announcer welcomes our team onto the field, the crowd goes insane. Our players wear wide smiles and Jackson even waves at the crowd.

Amber cheers excitedly by my side and I decide to join in. When I spot Seth, looking up to the bleachers, walking onto the field with his teammates, I can't help but throw my hands up in the air and cheer loudly.

Finally the teams stand across from each other. Jackson and the other team's captain shake hands before the referee flips a coin. A soccer ball rests in front of his feet. The crowd goes extremely silent now. The referee catches the coin and flips it onto the back of his hand. He lifts his hand and points at the opposing team. Amber catches her breath beside me. The captain nods at Jackson and they shake hands once more.

Quickly the players disperse on the field, taking position. Seth stays in the center with Jackson.

The referee blows his whistle and kicks the ball towards Jackson.

The crowd goes absolutely insane!

Forty-five minutes pass so quickly, I barely realize what's happening when the referee blows his whistle once more, announcing the half time break.No goals so far. I could barely keep up with what's happening in front of me. I had seen a couple games before – especially because of my cousins obsession with the game - but I still did not really understand it so I just kept my eye on Seth the whole time. Just the way he flies across the field, skillfully dribbling the ball in front of his feet had me gaping. Of course I wasn't the only one doing that...

"Do you think we could go down and talk to them?" Amber asks as the boys walk off the field and probably into the locker room.

"I thought you're the expert! I have no idea! I really want to see him now. That was amazing!" I exclaim, letting my own excitement out.

"Well, it's worth a try, isn't it?" Amber calls, winking and grabbing my hand.

"Not worth it!" One of the girls in front of us shouts. "I tried once but they totally ignore you. Not a chance you could catch their attention."

"We'll see about that." I snap, following Amber down to the field.

When we finally reach the field, we hear shouting coming from the locker room and then a few team members run out. They start stretching by the side lines. All I do is stare at the door they came from. Jackson comes strolling from the locker room, grinning from ear to ear. He looks around, his eyes landing on Amber.

She waves and gives her brother a thumbs up. He just laughs and joins his team, stretching.

"Where the hell is he?" I ask, getting nervous.

"Don't worry! They won't stop without him." Amber laughs, bumping her shoulder against mine.

"Then why won't he come out? What if he got benched again?"

"No way! You saw him play! He's one of the best I've seen and that does mean something with a brother like Jax." Amber tries to convince me but the half time break is almost over.

Coach comes walking from the locker room... followed by a red-faced Seth.

I sigh relieved and my hand shoots up into the air, trying to catch his attention by waving my hand frantically. Seth doesn't seem to see me. He takes a large gulp of water then spits it out, throwing the plastic bottle behind him.

"Seth!" I call loudly, hoping that he'll hear me. Instead Jackson looks at us once more. He immediately seems to understand what I want and runs over to Seth. Jackson puts his hand on Seth's shoulder and to my surprise, he actually points him in my direction. Finally Seth spots me and quickly runs over to the edge of the field.

"Hey you!" He calls, pulling me to him. We awkwardly hug over the make-shift wall that separates the field from the crowd.

"You are so amazing!" I break away from the hug and grab his face, planting a big kiss on his lips. As I pull away, Seth wears the biggest smile. If anything announces a relationship to the world it is this kiss.

"So are you, my love. Thank you." Once more he pulls me into a hug.

I peck his neck before leaning in close to his ear. "I know you want to take things slow but I'm pretty sure I won't be able to keep my hands off you tonight. I might have to come join you in the shower later." I gently bite his ear lobe and giggle when I hear him suck in his breath through his teeth.

A hand on my shoulder pulls me away from Seth.

"Shit..." Seth whispers, face red. Jackson has appeared behind him, pulling him away from me. Amber does the same to me.

"Do you want to kill him before the game?!" She shouts, laughing. I blush but can't keep my own laugh in.

"I can't wait to see those bitches faces." I say, high-fiving Amber smugly.

In fact all I receive from the hyenas are angry glares and shocked stares but I keep my chest puffed out and my nose held high. A constant smile is plastered across my face and the next forty minutes pass even quicker then the first forty-five. At times Seth seems distracted. Truthfully I can't stop thinking about what would happen after the game.

Neither our nor the other team manage to get a goal.

Only five minutes left of the game, the whole crowd starts to get anxious.

I fold my hands, sending a quick prayer to the soccer gods and bite my lower lip anxiously.

"Come on..."

"Look!" Amber suddenly exclaims. "I think this is it!! Oh...OH!!"

Jackson all of a sudden gets the ball from the other team and starts sprinting towards the goal, Seth following suit. My heart beats uncontrollably as the crowd starts to buzz. Opposing players form a wall in front of Jackson but in the last second Jackson finds a gap and passes the ball to Seth. Luckily Seth is not being guarded by another player and has a clear shot at the goal. The crowd goes quiet. The ball whizzes through the air.

"GOAL! GOAL!! GOAL!!!" The announcer yells. The referee blows his whistle."The game is over! Seth Smith takes it home! Congratulations!"

Amber embraces me in a hug and we jump up and down together, squealing excitedly.

"What a night, folks." The announcer shouts. "Amazing nicht but probably not as amazing as Mr. Smith's is going to be. Who would have thought that his first time on this field would be a complete success? Let's all put our hands together for him and his team and then let's go celebrate! We deserve it!"

~

"My God! You are... I'm speechless. I don't have the right words!" I exclaim, squeezing Seth's hand as we walk back to the dorms. The night is pitch black but I can see his bright eyes looking down at me.

"Thank you, babe." He stops walking and puts a hand on each side of my face, tilting my head upwards. He lowers his face to mine and gently places his lips on mine but doesn't kiss me. "You know what?" He whispers instead against my lips. I grin and shake my head very slightly. "I only scored that goal so the fucking game would end and I could come take you to my room and rip your clothes off."

"Well then what are you waiting for?"

We reach his room in the matter of minutes and he's already tugging at my shirt when I push the key into the lock. When the door slams shut behind us, I pull away and quickly remove my shirt and walk into the small bathroom. Biting down on my lower lip suggestively, I grab him by the shirt, pulling him with me.

"I can't wait." He breathes and a shriek escapes my mouth as he suddenly pushes me into the shower and turns on the water. We are both drenched within seconds and I can't help but laugh as Seth pushes me up against the tile wall behind me. His mouth covers mine,our lips moving together sensually, only breaking apart to free him of his soaking jersey.

Seth digs his fingers roughly into my hips, making me moan against his mouth as he pushes his own hips to mine. I can already feel him through his shorts. I slip my fingers underneath his waistband and pull his shorts off as he unhooks my bra, cupping my breasts with his trembling hands.

I very tenderly run my fingertips up and down his length and he breaks away from the kiss, burying his face in my shoulder.

"Don't." He chokes out. "I won't last."

I chuckle and wrap my fingers around him, moving up and down very slowly. "That's what you get for wanting to wait."

"Fuck..." He breathes, fumbling with my belt. Finally he manages to get my pants off, pulling them off alongside my panties. "You don't get to punish me for wanting the best for us." His voice too serious for my liking, I pull back to get a good look at his face. One corner of his mouth is pulled up slightly into a smirk. His eyes glower down at me mischievously. "But I do get to punish you for being naughty and trying to seduce me during half-time break."

With that he lifts one of my legs and wraps it around his hips, entering me swiftly. We both scream out after finally being reconnected after what felt like ages. I wrap my hands around his shoulders, pressing my back against the wall behind me.

Our bodies pressed against each others, Seth doesn't hold back as he pounds into me rhythmically leading us both to our climax. I hold my breath as every nerve ending on my body seems to catch on fire and light a fuse inside me. Seth tilts my head to the side and bites into my neck as he thrusts into me once more, sending me over the edge. I scream out, incapable of holding back. A few more thrusts and Seth reaches his own climax, clutching onto me, breathing heavily.

"I fucking love you." He mutters into my neck and I can't help but laugh, exhausted.

"I fucking love you, too."

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(Just imagine they used protection. I couldn't be bothered to put it in there and honestly am too tired to find a spot to fit it in. Maybe I'll do that later. Arya's not getting pregnant any time soon ;))

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