Cyma went to watch Tyler match with Vinny and Leo. Leon actually allowed Tyler to play his position while he played the defense. When the match started the whole stadium was scanty cause every year they always lose so why should they come to watch them lose again. But this year was different, just as the match started Tyler already made one point which surprised the opponent themselves.
She took out her phone and started a Livestream of the match, this got everyone coming in the stadium little by little. Few minutes later the stadium was booming with cheers as they were winning. She looked at Tyler, covered in sweat, his top clingy to his body showing his perfect abs and muscles and she took in deep breath.
Tyler had just finished the first phase of the game, but Cyma still couldn't help but watch him, her heart pounding like she was the one who played the game. Seeing him serious, made her horny for some reason. When he finally stepped away to freshen up, she followed him to the bathroom, lingering by the doorway, hoping for a quiet moment together.
" My champ" she said leaning on the door watching him wash up shirtless
" I saw what you did back there, thanks" he said still washing up
" Anything for my man" she said moving towards him
" Your man huh?, I haven't heard you say that before" he chuckled
" Well, here you have it. I said it" she said as her hands reach for his chest.
She traced his chest down to his abs with her finger then she wrapped her arm around his neck before looking up to his face
" Cyma" Tyler said pulling out if her grip gently
" I still have another game after this, I have to finish what I started and I'm reserving my strength for that" he said trying to explain
" Oh, I get it. It's fine, you just do what you have to" she said as the whistle blew calling the players that break is over
" I love you" he said placing a quick peck on her cheek before leaving
As she was about to leave, she heard a familiar voice which stopped her.
" So your loving boyfriend can't even satisfy your needs" Morris said coming out of one of the cabins in the bathroom
" Spying?, that's your thing now?" She asked
" Not specifically spying but it was worth it" he said
" I don't have time for this" she said about to leave but he dragged her back and pin her to the wall
" Why go after him when you have me" he said using his hand went under her jean skirt caressing her thighs
" Let go of me" she said as she inhaled air
" Isn't this good enough" he said as his hand reached out to her panties
" You're already wet" he whispered in her ear before placing soft kisses on it
" This is not right, I have a boyfriend Morris and you know it" she said with with her breaths shakily as she tried not to moan
" No one is here, just me and you" he said as he shifted her panties and caress her clit
" I'm not a cheater" she said trying to stand her ground but his finger went into her and she let out a soft moan
" See, you want this" he said as his finger moved in and out of her.
Cyma couldn't hold back anymore, she wrapped her arm around his neck and pinned her lips to his. It was a fast and passionate kiss. It wasn't love but lust. He placed her on the sink, and she unzipped his pant. She wasn't here with him for foreplay, she just wanted to pleasure herself. She brought out his dick from his pants, and he slid into her. He pinned his lips to her as he slid in and out of her. It was a quick and rough sex.
By the time cyma returned, the game had ended, and Tyler's team had won. She looked at Tyler who was jubilating with joy and her emotions had a tangle of guilt and shame. Tyler caught her eyes as she sat looking at them pop champagne and run round with the trophy, he read the turmoil in her expression.
He approached slowly, sat beside and made her face him
" Hey, you good" he asked and she nodded forcing a smile
He held her hand gently, trying to mend the distance with words and a soft kiss on her forehead. Cyma felt the warmth of his forgiveness, but the shadow of her choices lingered. She nodded, unable to meet his gaze fully, and quietly excused herself.
" Is she fine?" Leo asked
" I guess. She's probably just angry at me" Tyler said as he watched her leave.
Alone in her the basketball court, Cyma let the flood of guilt and longing pour out onto paper. She grabbed her notebook and began to write a song, raw and honest, about temptation, mistakes, and the pain of betraying someone who only wanted to love her. Every line was a confession, every verse a reflection of the night's emotional storm.
Kiara was at the cafeteria, she had eaten to her full and she couldn't even stand to watch Tyler match so she had to stream it online.
" You've been on your phone since, you aren't even paying attention to me" Peter said pouting his lips as he sat opposite her
" What's there to pay attention to?" She teased " This charming face of mine is more that enough to call for attention" he said
" Really?, are they paying a game on your face or are they lyrics written all over your face?" She asked
" No, but..." He said but she cut him short
" Skip the but, your face isn't helping my situation so I can't give you my attention" she said
" You know I still don't get why you're still in a band with the guy" he said
" He has a name you know" she said
" Who cares?" He said
" I care" she said
" Do you still like him?" He asked
" Peter" she said firmly
" What?, it's a question. You care for him, care about his name and wouldn't kick him out of the band. He's not even that good, I play drums better than him" he said
" You haven't even seen him play" she said
" But I know he would suck at it" he said
" Peter" she said
" I'm just saying you spent too much time with him" he said
" He's not the only one in the bad you know" she said
" But you only talk about him" he said
" Cause you keep bringing him up" she said
" I wouldn't if you aren't in a band with him" he said
" Peter, I don't like Kelvin. He's just my friend" she said
" Well... I believe you and I trust you" he said
" Good" she said
" But i don't trust him" he said
" Peter" she said firmly
" I'm just saying he might still like you, he might have ulterior motives" he said
" Can you just let me focus" she said
" Sorry" he said and they was a minute of silent
" I play the drums you know" he added
" Peter please" she said
" I called your name like almost four times already" she added
" I just can't stand it to see you with him, I mean what if he gets you to fall for him again" he said
" That won't happen, I like you and only you" she said
" I should be assured by this but..."
" If you keep prolonging this matter, I wouldn't achieve anything by coming here with you" she said and he sighed
" Alright fine, let's get you some inspiration for your song" he said
" Now you're talking" she said
" Write about me" he said
" No" she said
" Why?" He asked
" The audience wouldn't want to hear about arrogant and jealous Peter" she said
"Then write about the Peter who scored an hat trick, the one who is so handsome and has class" he said
" I'm not making my song about you Peter" she said
" Okay, write about us" he said
" What part of the I don't want to write about you isn't clear" she said
" Write about you then" he said
" No" she said
" What exactly do you want to write about then?" He asked
" I don't know" she said sinking her face in his shoulder
" Write about your experience in Tix so far, how about that?" He said
" My experience?" She asked
" Yes" he said
" That should do" she said
" You see how useful I am, unlike some drummer boy" he said
" Peter" she said
Dani placed his hand on Lucas's leg as they sat at the balcony.
" What's troubling you?" Lucas asked as he stroked Dani's hair softly
" Hmm?" Dani looked at him confused
" What's on your mind?, you've been looking at the sky for minutes now without saying a word" Lucas said
" I just want to be quiet today" Dani said
" Danielle, I won't ask again. What's going on?" Lucas asked
" It's nothing honestly, just trying to find inspiration for our song" he said
" You don't compose song" Lucas said
" I know but everyone is doing something apart from playing their instrument I can't just sit there and do nothing" he said
" Dani, song writing isn't your thing. They know, they understand. Instead of putting energy in something that you're not really good at, why not channel it into something only you can do" Lucas said
" Which is?" He asked
" Organizing, you're good at getting everyone together. You're good at putting things together, you can pick a costume if you guys are using one, find a name for your band which you still haven't, make everything organized before the d-day" Lucas said
" You're right, we haven't even found a name for our band" Dani said getting up immediately
" I gotta go, I'll see you later" Dani said as he have Lucas a quick peck on the lip and ran off
" What can he do without me?" Lucas thought as he watched him leave in a hurry
" You guys are back" Kelvin said as they all came back in
" I wrote my song already" Kiara said
" Same" cyma said looking down
" Is everything alright Cy?" Kiara asked
" Yeah, the game was just a long one" she said faking a smile
" I found a name for our band" Dani said
" I totally forgot about that" Kelvin said
" I know right"
" What can we do without you" Kiara said to Dani
" Let's hear it" cyma said
" K2 DC" he said
" Hmmm, I mean it's not that bad but what inspired that. What does it mean?" Kiara asked
" You and Kelvin are the K2, me and him are DC" cyma said
" Yeah" he said
" Hmm, how come you know?" Kelvin asked
" Isn't it obvious" cyma said
" Nah" Kiara said and cyma sighed
" Let's just get to the song" cyma said and they took their positions
The atmosphere was electric ... students packed the stands, waves of noise echoing off the pool walls. The finals of the swimming tournament had arrived, and no one expected this trio: Jenna, Vinny, and Victor ... the underdog team ... to even make it past the qualifiers.
But here they were.
Coach nodded at them from the sidelines, serious yet hopeful.
"Stay sharp. Trust each other. You've earned this spot....now take it."
Victor went first. His dive was clean, powerful ....his arms slicing through the water like a knife. The crowd roared as he surged ahead in the freestyle lap, keeping pace with the top swimmer from the other team
Jenna watched intensely, her goggles resting on her forehead, heart pounding.
"I can't mess this up. Not now. Not after everything I've pushed through. I can do this" Jenna thought
Victor touched the wall. Jenna took a deep breath ... and dove in.
The water swallowed her whole as she dove deep, her arms stretching forward, her legs strong and precise. For a moment, all sound faded there was only her breath, the pull of the water, and her focus.
She wasn't the strongest swimmer on paper. But she had heart.
Every stroke was for every time she was laughed at in training. Every kick was for the times Elena called her a joke.
And as she flipped at the halfway turn, she could hear the crowd .... hear Vinny shouting her name.
She broke through the surface again, pushing forward ...then, slapped the wall. Her part was done.
She gasped, pulling herself to the edge as Vinny launched forward for the final lap.
Vinny hit the water like a cannonball ... fast, ferocious, focused.
Elena watched from the bleachers, arms folded, expression tight. She couldn't deny it: he looked unstoppable.
His muscles cut through the water, each stroke sending him further ahead of the other team's final swimmer. The crowd was on their feet now ...thunderous, chaotic.
"is he doing it… for me?" Jenna thought
Vinny's last turn was seamless. He burst out of the water for the final stretch...face tense, breath controlled ... and then finally, he slammed into the wall.
They won.
Jenna jumped up, screaming. Victor was already by her side, cheering and hugging her. But it was Vinny she ran to ...water dripping off them both....as they collided into a tight embrace.
Cheers from the crowd faded into a romantic hum of the moment as he cupped her cheeks and kissed her, softly but confidently.
"You did it," he whispered.
"No," Jenna smiled, breathless. "We did it."
"I didn't think we'd win," Vinny said, voice strong but warm. "Not because we weren't good enough .. but because this team was built on something more than just training."
He turned fully to Jenna, still holding her hand.
"It was built on trust. On believing in each other when it mattered most. And for me… I believed in someone from day one."
Jenna's eyes widened, her breath caught.
"I don't care who's watching ..." he continued. "Jenna, will you be my girlfriend?" he added his breath shaking
There was a gasp. Then silence. Then chaos.
" Yes, yes!!! " She yelled catching everyone's attention
And he kissed her.
Right there in front of the school. With everyone screaming and clapping. Some recording. Some whispering, not able ti believe their eyes. Some who expected it ever since that party.
Jenna melted into him ... the kiss sweet, breathless, and full of the adrenaline of their victory. It wasn't just about the competition anymore.
It was about them.
And as they pulled apart, faces close, foreheads touching ... Jenna laughed through happy tears.
"About time," she said softly.
Vinny grinned.
"I wanted to win something big... before I asked."
Elena watched it all from behind the scene, still and silent as Jenna and Vinny kissed by the pool.
She had tried to sabotage them. Tried to drive them apart.
But instead... they'd won ... and they'd found each other.
The bitter twist of fate burned her chest.
"Enjoy it while it lasts, Jenna. You won't always be lucky." she said to herself
She rose from her seat, her wet towel over her shoulder, and walked away from the celebration slowly, deliberately .. without saying a word.