Eleanor's POV.Mrs Smith didn't give us enough time to gather our thoughts. Ok let me rephrase that, Mrs Smith didn't give 'me' enough time to rephrase my thoughts. While I was confused, shock and angry that the football team were going to be assisting us in our training, Emy and the rest were squealing in excitement as they started to pull their hair up and I was sure if swimming didn't wipe of their make up then they'll be applying it in less than a minute. "Girls, behave," Mrs Smith warned as Diana stopped laughing like a pig and Emy adjusted her swimsuit before saying a sly smile to Olivia. Silva remained as unexcited as she was with bored eyes and careless stance. I was starting to wonder why she even joined the swim club in the beginning. "This shouldn't waste our time!" A loud voice echoed through the swimming court as Coach Dave stepped in. He was a buff black man with a bald head and a fiery gaze. He wore blue jogge

  Eleanor's POV.  "So the first thing you all would be doing is sit ups. Boys lay your mats on the floor and stand with your partner on top of it." Coach Dave instructed and the boys responded uniformly.  Henry pushed me slightly as he took out a mat from his bag and placed it on the floor. I climbed into it with my bare feet and Henry did the same before eyeing me.  "What?" I glanced at him curiously as he bit his lips and ran his eyes through my body. I was wearing a bikini, it was a blue bra that covered half of my breast, leaving my cleavages open. The panties were already a little small for me and I didn't have the time to change them.  Now I wished I did because Henry was staring at me like I was the last piece of meat on the table.  "You look sexy in your swim suit. How come you wear baggy clothes every time?" Henry asked

 Eleanor's POV.A gasp of shock escaped my lips as I stared in confusion at the two boys, I hadn't expected Henry to say that but now that he had I couldn't find it in me to correct him. I wanted Charles to know that I had already moved on too, since he was moving on with Annie, I didn't want to appear pathetic like I was still hung up on the relationship. I blinked rapidly as Charles turned to me. "What is he saying El?" He asked and I frowned at him."I've told you not to call me that. And he's right. Henry and I are dating," I said, feeling confidence run up my spine as Henry nodded, smirking when Charles turned to him. "Are you sure, Eleanor? You know who Henry is don't you?" Annie finally spoke for the first time and anger surged through me. Who the hell was she to tell me about other people when she was as much as a betrayer than anybody else. "Don't give me that crap," I said to her as

Henry's POV.I pulled my bike to a stop in front of Eleanor's house and she got down from behind me. It was late and I knew I had to go home and get enough rest for practice tomorrow. I didn't realize how easy it was talking to Eleanor until I had told her about the time I went canoeing with my friends. There were some things I couldn't tell George or Leopard because I had an image to live up to when it came to them. And Jane was just a fuck buddy, she never really let me speak when we hung out except to ask my opinion on what color of lipstick to wear. But Eleanor was really good at listening, I didn't know if it was because she had very little going on that she didn't have much to talk about because she just wanted to listen to me. Either way, this had been one of the most peaceful evenings I have had in a while and that's why I had suggested taking her to my secret hideout some other time. I haven't ta

 Henry's POV.Saturdays were for practice and gym. Coach wasn't giving us any breathing space to have fun this year as every free time was occupied with training for the opening game next weekend.I dropped the dumbbell and took a deep breath as I heard laughter from behind me. I and the team were currently in the school gym doing exercise and warming up before practice. "Yo, that Emy girl was hot." One of the players, Jason said while running on the treadmill. "She's hot but evil, trust me. She made practice hell for me last time," Colson said, he was the youngest of us all and most times people didn't take him as a serious player because he wore big glasses and looked like a nerd for most times.But unknown to them he was one of our best players. Coach didn't care much for how you looked but if you could play. That was what mattered to him the most.Honestly, every single player was special in their own way and con