Zola Flash (The Zola Flash Series Book 1) by T. Marie Alexander Page B

gasping. All Trevor does is laugh in my face, so I decide to dive into the water myself. If he wants something to laugh about, I will give him something.
    I swim close to Trevor, and he tracks me with his eyes while I circle around his body. Now I have his attention, I let my body sink to the bottom of the pool.
    The concrete that meets my feet is colder than the actual water, and I glance up toward where I can Trevor—he seems to be searching for me.
    His face plunges beneath the surface, and as his gaze lands on me, he laughs and withdraws. 
    I frown. He shouldn’t be laughing. He is supposed to be panicking.
    “Zola, I know you’re trying to get back at me for splashing you …” Though the water distorts his voice, I still catch his words. “… but it’s not going to work.”
    I stay where I am. Sooner or later he’ll cave.
    Just as I expected, Trevor’s face reappears and this time, his eyes hold panic. “Zola?” He waits a second. “This is not funny, Zola!”
    Bored of the game, I swim to the surface and exit the pool, heading across to one of the side chairs to sit in. Within seconds, Trevor has followed me. He sinks onto the seat I aimed for and pulls me down between his thighs, his lips instantly brushing my head, as he runs his hand through my wet hair.
    I half wish I could return the same love Trevor gives me. However, I’m not sure his actions are love. They seem more like lust, desire maybe. No matter, I cannot and I don’t know why.
    Footsteps approach, and Trevor sits up, as a dozen, or so, guys enter, each wearing a red and white shirt emblazoned with ‘Knights’ and a number different to the others’.
    A couple of the guys smile at me, and my body goes bright green at the humiliation. Uhh . . . now more men have seen my exposed body. The guys’ eyes widen, probably in response to my green body, and take a couple of steps away. “Dude, you’re girl is green! Why is she green?!” asks one of the Knights
    I grab a long, fuzzy, blue towel and wrap it around me. Trevor eyes me just as the green tint starts to fade, but before he has a time to respond, I say, “Um . . . my skin was green because of all the chlorine in the water. Chlorine and I don’t mix.”
    “Sure—”
    “I’m fine now.”
    Trevor pushes to his feet. “What are you guys doin’ here?” he asks the Knights.
    “Aren’t you goin’ to introduce us to this very beautiful specimen,” another player asks.
    Wrapping his arms around me, Trevor moves me from the chair very gently. “Zola,” Trevor says, “this is the school’s football team. Team, Zola Flash.”
    A tall boy, probably six feet tall with blue eyes and light brown hair, steps forward. “I’m Jacob, the assistant football captain.”
    “Nice to meet you.” I have to look up at him.
    “Sorry to interrupt your date, but Trevor has football practice. We need to steal him away for a couple of hours.”
    “Sure. I better head home. Pin’s probably wondering about me.”
    I start to walk away when a pair of hands land on my shoulders. Trevor spins me around and catches me in his arms. I give him a very quick goodbye peck on the cheek and run back to the bedroom, where I quickly throw on the matching shorts to the swimsuit. After gathering my new things, I head down stairs.
    All of the Knights are waiting at the foot to the staircase when I descend. Jacob grabs my bags and Trevor my waist.
    Outside is a big black vehicle. An SUV, I believe.
    Trevor and I slide in first, followed by the football team, and the guys immediately start talking about what I think are football strategies. I don’t understand a word; it’s like their own private language.
    Too soon, we pull up to my residence. Everyone quiets when the vehicle stops and glance toward Trevor and me. On Victian, I never received this much attention. It is weird and wonderful all at the same time.
    Trevor opens the door and escorts me to the entrance. I set my bags on the steps and give Trevor a