H A R R Y

I hurried out of my second class which, to me, went by too slow. All I could focus was on talking to Mila again. I wanted to laugh with her again and get to know her. I don't care what Grayson thought he could do. He's just another guy trying to push their muscle on me.

While rushing down the hall, I quickly stopped remembering practice today and seeing if I had made the team. I knew there wasn't much luck of me from the start making the team after one practice but it wouldn't hurt to look. Making my way to the main office, I had already saw a crowd of boys surrounded by the bulletin board. People leaving the bulletin board looked at me with fear. I saw Chris and Declan from yesterday and walked up to them.

"Chris, Declan. What's going on? Why are they staring at me?" I said still looking around at the people giving me glares.

"Maybe you should see for yourself," Chris said with a low smile as he nodded his head towards the direction of the post.

It was last name first and in alphabetical order. I began searching for the "S's". Stratus. Swann. Styles. I looked over and saw in italic print "first string quarterback".

I couldn't believe I made quarterback, much less the team. But if I'm quarterback, then what position will Grayson play? I searched for his name and it clearly said "defensive tackle". Looking back at Chris and Declan, they looked at me and we looked back at the list again.

I'm dead.

G R A Y S O N

Mila, myself and a couple of our friends were sitting at our normal table. Mila, being smart, always sat on the opposite side of me so I wouldn't try anything. She knows me so well. But while I have this audience, I figure its a great time to say this: I'm not the guy Mila thinks I am. To be completely honest, I don't want to just fuck Mila. Of course, I'm not gonna lie and say it doesn't sneak into my mind late at night but I want her to be more than that. I want her to be something special. To my understanding, I'm fucking hot. I mean seriously. Nice brown hair, brown gentle eyes, I have the whole damn package. Maybe I have to straight up ask her without being so... What's the word? Arrogant? Cocky? I don't know but what I do know is that I really like Mila. She doesn't give me a chance though. I don't know maybe her denying me makes me want her even more every day. She's just so goddamn irresistible and it's all in her name too. Mila Alba Thompson. Just per-

"Hey Gray, can we talk?" It was Mason interrupting my thoughts.

"Speak." I clearly wanted to be left alone in my thoughts.

"It's better if I tell you, alone." I reluctantly got up with a sigh as I followed him outside to the terrace.

"Now what is it?" I crossed my arms over my chest looking at him with a tired face.

"You know that Styles guy right?" Ugh. Did I hate his name. Thinking about him and Mila this morning made me upset all over again.

"What about him?" I questioned.

"He... He made first string quarterback." I stared at him disbelieving. Quarterback?

"What?" I tried to stay calm but how could Coach T put a fucking newcomer as quarterback? And after I worked my goddamn ass off to get that spot?! Staying over summer to work with him for camp? Like seriously?

"The list just went up." He held up his phone with a screenshot of the list. I took his phone violently away from him and zoomed in on my name. Defensive tackle? The fuck? I've never played defensive tackle!

I looked back over to the table and right there he sat. Right beside Mila, smiling and laughing. I watched as he whispered something into her ear and she listened carefully making her giggle even more. Who does he think he is?

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